David Builderman

"In the face of anger, you say, "Patience before pride" While you're feeling dead inside, I'm so alive And it's all thanks to you that I survived."

[ceoofsentries]

˜”°•.˜”°• "The big boss of Roblox HQ himself. With a hammer in his inventory and a lot of spare parts and materials to spare, he's able to build contraptions that can either slow the killer's path, or heal those around him. As a promise with Shedletsky, he'll do all he can to help everyone." •°”˜.•°”˜

About The Muse.

A headcanon based portrayal of Forsaken's Builderman!

PFP by Hackaswing on Tumblr.

He's about 40 years old (grandpa).

He/him are the preferred pronouns :)

The CEO of Roblox! He's greatly respected and well-loved, although he has some skeletons in the closet that he's ashamed of.

He created the world of Robloxia with his hammer that essentially code out of thin air.

He created the Ban Hammer during the Era Of Chaos™, where lawlessness was rampant and the guests were fighting for equality (they're Robloxians too, you know?). Eventually with the assistance of the nortiously frightening admin and fellow friend, Telamon, the Banlands/Badlands was created for banned players. Think of it as purgatory.

The Era Of Chaos left Builderman slightly jaded and horribly stressed. He was only a young man, taking on the entire world on his shoulders. The moderation of Roblox went from great to....shitty. But it wasn't obvious! Right? Right? Come on, Taph, blow up another banned player's house! They're not coming back anyways.

He was transported to the world of "Forsaken" as some form of comeuppance for his past transgressions in the old days. Well, that's what he believed.

About The Mun.

Hiiii! I'm Kayo! You can also call me Naj, Jack or Telamon!

Any pronouns are fine.

I started playing Forsaken recently (trying my best to avoid all the crazy shit that happens once in a while) and I thought I'd have a go at musing Builderman. Yes, I main him, how could you tell?

Asks and replies might be slow but I'll try my best to get to them!

I'm also really socially awkward so I might struggle a lot lmao.

I do have my own insecurities about writing, but I'll try to remain a decent enough standard.

Everything in this post is subject to change, so I'll add stuff as I go along!!

Rules.

No NSFW, point blank period. Kindly move your ass if you're gonna do that. Although, I will allow the DILF jokes....that shit is funny.

No god-modding. In simple terms, you can't force my muse to do something that will benefit you and only you. Likewise, this rule applies to me as well.

Don't send uncomfortable stuff, whether IC or OOC. It links back to the first rule.

I won't be divulging into ships, sorry!

No bigotry of any kind.

No toxicity.

Basic DNI criteria.

IC tag (asks, submissions and the like): - buildin' a sentry.

OOC tag: () + kayo's shitpost

[ceoofsentries]

"Hi. Builderman. Hhi."

[ It feels strange, actually seeing and interacting with Builderman for once. And it's actual Builderman, not the fake one! He has a medical kit and bloxy cola on him, which he hoards due to a strange effect that the Spectre has afflicted onto him. His voice sounds kind of raspy... ]

"How are you doing?"

-> @forsaken-player

Oh, hey there, kid.

[ He cracks his best smile, waving as well. He motions the other to sit down.]

'm okay, could be better. What about you?

[forsaken-player]

"That's good."

[ He tries to smile back, but it honestly looks creepy. He sits down, and responds with what he always responds with... ]

"I'm okay, too."

[ceoofsentries]

Ya need anythin'? Or someone to talk with?

[ He sat down as well. He wasn't unnerved by the other, of course not.]

[forsaken-player]

[ ... ]

[ He needs... he wants everything, but he doesn't need it. What does he even need? Someone who won't judge him, someone who sees through his lack of emotion. He's thankful that Builderman was here next to him. ]

[ Of course he needs something to talk to, but he is... scared...? ]

"That would be nice... If you don't mind...?"

[ceoofsentries]

Sure, man. What's on yer mind?

[ He perked up, attentive to Player's woes. It was the least he could do.]

[ceoofsentries]

"Hi. Builderman. Hhi."

[ It feels strange, actually seeing and interacting with Builderman for once. And it's actual Builderman, not the fake one! He has a medical kit and bloxy cola on him, which he hoards due to a strange effect that the Spectre has afflicted onto him. His voice sounds kind of raspy... ]

"How are you doing?"

-> @forsaken-player

Oh, hey there, kid.

[ He cracks his best smile, waving as well. He motions the other to sit down.]

'm okay, could be better. What about you?

[forsaken-player]

"That's good."

[ He tries to smile back, but it honestly looks creepy. He sits down, and responds with what he always responds with... ]

"I'm okay, too."

[ceoofsentries]

Ya need anythin'? Or someone to talk with?

[ He sat down as well. He wasn't unnerved by the other, of course not.]

[ceoofsentries]

[ Instead of taking a nap like he was supposed to do, he found himself working on his other project. His robot. It was the younger version of him, hard hat and all. It looked....kind of creepy?]

All I gotta do is boot ya up annnnnnnnd-

[ The soft whirring of mechanical parts echoed throughout the cabin. The admin smiled at his creation, relieved that it's all over now. Asks, anyone?]

[ceoofsentries]

“Ah. It’s you.”

There’s nothing less than venom in 1x’s voice as he leans down just slightly to stare down at Builderman. He flicks his tail.

“You’re one of the last people I want to see.”

- @princeofbanlands

If ya didn't wanna see me, I suggest ya turn tail 'n skeddadle.

[ The admin's glare hardened. He wasn't afraid of 1x- at least he attempted not to be. The hateful influence of the other drowned any residuals of fear.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 rolls her eye, circling Builderman. Her claws wrap around the handle of a sword sheathed away on her belt.

“You’re quite dull if you expect me to run from you,” they retort, feathers just barely raising at the feeling of a gust of wind against their body.

[ceoofsentries]

I preferred if you backed off.

[ He grumbled quietly, evidently too tired to deal with this right now. He eyed her sword, unsure of what to do if they ever unsheathe it.]

[princeofbanlands]

They pause for a second, before unsheathing the sword and stabbing it into the air right next to Builderman’s head. The noise they make can only be described as a chirrup of excitement.

“We don’t all get what we want, do we?”

[ceoofsentries]

Ngh-

[ He flinched at the faux slash at his head. The worried expression on his face soon crumbled, becoming stony.]

And what is it you want from me exactly? Right about now, your presence is bothering me.

[princeofbanlands]

They’re quite amused, maybe even a little prideful.

“Did I scare you?”

1x1 circles Builderman again, stopping behind him.

“If I’m forced to see you, I feel like I deserve to have some fun. Like chasing you around and cornering you, making you beg for your life.”

[ceoofsentries]

Are ya that bored?

[ Taking, he turned around and stepped back. No funny business.]

I haven't done anything to you.

[ Technically.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 barks a laugh, tail lashing back and forth behind himself.

“Haven’t done anything to me! Do you ever hear yourself? Do any of you ever hear yourselves?” she sneers.

[ceoofsentries]

Then explain to me what I've done to get the brunt of your temper tantrum?

[ He sighed tiredly. This charade was getting old.]

[princeofbanlands]

She scoffs.

“You were right here when I felt mad. You know, it’s no fun when you don’t actually run.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ An eyeroll. He shook his head in disappointment.]

This is childish. You're aware of this, right?

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe that’s because I never got to be a child when I was one,” she remarks, crossing her arms.

“Can’t you just play along for once?”

[ceoofsentries]

Play along? And what? Let ya kill me?

[ His glare hardened. But the guilt bubbled up inside of him.]

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe. At least let me chase you. Let me have this one thing, since you and the others were so keen on tearing everything I once knew away from me.”

She gets into his face. And then slowly moves the tip of her sword to his chest.

[ceoofsentries]

I didn't do shit. There's no need to throw yer anger at me!

[ His breath hitched at the sword, but his eyes never left her.]

We can talk this out....please.

[princeofbanlands]

“Can we?” he snaps, pressing the sword just slightly into Builderman’s chest.

“Give me one good reason to not rip you open and leave you to rot.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ Persuasive rhetoric was never the man's forte, despite being a CEO. His mind reeled, thoughts scattering chaotically like startled rats. A reason? They always wanted a goddamn reason! Sometimes, the reason was nonexistent, and the rhyme followed no rhythm. Despite it all....]

Your imagination. I can give you back your imagination.

[princeofbanlands]

1x falters. For a moment, she goes to argue again. But nothing comes out. Slowly, she lowers her sword, backing away. Her tail lashes.

“My imagination? What do you mean by that?”

[ceoofsentries]

The basis of this world, its core foundation. When I created Robloxia....I built it on two components: code and imagination. Imagination, to me, is like your soul. When your imagination dies, your soul dies.

[ Shaky breath.]

Does that make sense to you?

[princeofbanlands]

1x4 makes a face, gritting his teeth.

“You think you can just… make things better by giving back what you THINK is a soul?”

He gestures around the two of them.

“All of this, everything, you think you can just fix with imagination?”

[ceoofsentries]

It's possible.

[ He refused to falter. The one thing that will never die- his ideals. The world was once his canvas. The code, his paint and paintbrush. But it was taken from him....taken from everyone.]

[ceoofsentries]

> [ examining the now damaged prosthetic arm it dawns on him that he . doesn't actually entirely know how to fix it. the palm of it has been stabbed clean through, revealing the wires and foliage inside. ]

> [ Cautiously, he works up the courage to approach the support. He hates asking for help , but- ]

h, hey I'm . sorry to bother you I uh , . you , you know , how to fix things right , ?

@wires-for-veins RUNS AWAY))

Huh?

[ He perked up at the voice, his tired eyes immediately falling onto the prosthetic.]

Oh yeah, I can try to fix it. That'd be fine. Go on, sit down 'n make yerself comfortable.

[wires-for-veins]

, !! thank you , um ,

> [ Taking a seat across from the other , he holds the prosthetic arm out. Stabbed clean through the palm , he's , not sure how much can fix that. ]

, ,sorry I , wasn't really sure , who else to ask .

[ceoofsentries]

Well, to my knowledge, 'm the only one who can fix stuff.

[ That sentence tasted of rot on his tongue. Annnnnnyyyyyways, he studied the arm carefully- muttering to himself as he conducted his examination.]

Looks like I'm gonna need to change the entire hand. I hope you won't mind me pulling it off.

[wires-for-veins]

, ! oh , yeah no that's ,okay ! ah , uh, maybe , be careful with , the plants though , ?

> [ Not like he has a choice ! if he wants to regain the use of that arm that is. If the vines snap or hurt , he can deal with that . ]

Thank you , so much .

[ceoofsentries]

Can't guarantee the safety of the plants, kid.

[ He gripped onto the hand firmly.]

I'm gonna pull in three...two....one-

[With a sharp and swift pull, he attempted to separate the hand from the arm.]

[wires-for-veins]

> [ The hand disconnects from the mechanical wrist joint with a snap , a couple of vines tearing as a result. Okay ! Ow ! But not nearly as bad as he had worried. ]

, !!

[ceoofsentries]

Holy shit-

[ He pulled out the vines from the socket. Complete and utter confusion. He makes no comments about that, however. Grabbing his tools, he began to mend the hand.]

So, uh, how did yer hand break exactly? That type of damage isn't exactly an easy walk in the park.

[wires-for-veins]

> [ Yeah okay fair reaction. He's been living with these vines for , most of the time he's been trapped here, they're normal to him . ]

> [ Oh ! question! he ,needs to focus. ]

, ,ah it, I got , stabbed ? tried to , de-escalate , but it didn't really go , how I hoped hah .

, ,, didn't , die though!

[ceoofsentries]

Which maniac stabbed you?

[ Despite the alarm in his tone, he wasn't distracted from his brain. His brows knitted in confusion.]

[wires-for-veins]

> [ okay , harsh . They , were violent sure but that , feels too mean. ]

Ah- I don’t -,, They , had two swords ?,and , were entirely greyscale,?

, ,,reminded me of a friend ! Just , less, bug like? , I, dont think they’re , all bad at all .

> [ He didn’t die ! That means something probably? ]

[ceoofsentries]

Sounds like 1x....maybe.

[ His expression softened as his eyes looked up briefly at the other.]

You made it out alive and that's all that matters to me. Ya gotta stay tough out there.

[ceoofsentries]

"Hi. Builderman. Hhi."

[ It feels strange, actually seeing and interacting with Builderman for once. And it's actual Builderman, not the fake one! He has a medical kit and bloxy cola on him, which he hoards due to a strange effect that the Spectre has afflicted onto him. His voice sounds kind of raspy... ]

"How are you doing?"

-> @forsaken-player

Oh, hey there, kid.

[ He cracks his best smile, waving as well. He motions the other to sit down.]

'm okay, could be better. What about you?

[ceoofsentries]

> [ examining the now damaged prosthetic arm it dawns on him that he . doesn't actually entirely know how to fix it. the palm of it has been stabbed clean through, revealing the wires and foliage inside. ]

> [ Cautiously, he works up the courage to approach the support. He hates asking for help , but- ]

h, hey I'm . sorry to bother you I uh , . you , you know , how to fix things right , ?

@wires-for-veins RUNS AWAY))

Huh?

[ He perked up at the voice, his tired eyes immediately falling onto the prosthetic.]

Oh yeah, I can try to fix it. That'd be fine. Go on, sit down 'n make yerself comfortable.

[wires-for-veins]

, !! thank you , um ,

> [ Taking a seat across from the other , he holds the prosthetic arm out. Stabbed clean through the palm , he's , not sure how much can fix that. ]

, ,sorry I , wasn't really sure , who else to ask .

[ceoofsentries]

Well, to my knowledge, 'm the only one who can fix stuff.

[ That sentence tasted of rot on his tongue. Annnnnnyyyyyways, he studied the arm carefully- muttering to himself as he conducted his examination.]

Looks like I'm gonna need to change the entire hand. I hope you won't mind me pulling it off.

[wires-for-veins]

, ! oh , yeah no that's ,okay ! ah , uh, maybe , be careful with , the plants though , ?

> [ Not like he has a choice ! if he wants to regain the use of that arm that is. If the vines snap or hurt , he can deal with that . ]

Thank you , so much .

[ceoofsentries]

Can't guarantee the safety of the plants, kid.

[ He gripped onto the hand firmly.]

I'm gonna pull in three...two....one-

[With a sharp and swift pull, he attempted to separate the hand from the arm.]

[wires-for-veins]

> [ The hand disconnects from the mechanical wrist joint with a snap , a couple of vines tearing as a result. Okay ! Ow ! But not nearly as bad as he had worried. ]

, !!

[ceoofsentries]

Holy shit-

[ He pulled out the vines from the socket. Complete and utter confusion. He makes no comments about that, however. Grabbing his tools, he began to mend the hand.]

So, uh, how did yer hand break exactly? That type of damage isn't exactly an easy walk in the park.

[wires-for-veins]

> [ Yeah okay fair reaction. He's been living with these vines for , most of the time he's been trapped here, they're normal to him . ]

> [ Oh ! question! he ,needs to focus. ]

, ,ah it, I got , stabbed ? tried to , de-escalate , but it didn't really go , how I hoped hah .

, ,, didn't , die though!

[ceoofsentries]

Which maniac stabbed you?

[ Despite the alarm in his tone, he wasn't distracted from his brain. His brows knitted in confusion.]

[ceoofsentries]

“Ah. It’s you.”

There’s nothing less than venom in 1x’s voice as he leans down just slightly to stare down at Builderman. He flicks his tail.

“You’re one of the last people I want to see.”

- @princeofbanlands

If ya didn't wanna see me, I suggest ya turn tail 'n skeddadle.

[ The admin's glare hardened. He wasn't afraid of 1x- at least he attempted not to be. The hateful influence of the other drowned any residuals of fear.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 rolls her eye, circling Builderman. Her claws wrap around the handle of a sword sheathed away on her belt.

“You’re quite dull if you expect me to run from you,” they retort, feathers just barely raising at the feeling of a gust of wind against their body.

[ceoofsentries]

I preferred if you backed off.

[ He grumbled quietly, evidently too tired to deal with this right now. He eyed her sword, unsure of what to do if they ever unsheathe it.]

[princeofbanlands]

They pause for a second, before unsheathing the sword and stabbing it into the air right next to Builderman’s head. The noise they make can only be described as a chirrup of excitement.

“We don’t all get what we want, do we?”

[ceoofsentries]

Ngh-

[ He flinched at the faux slash at his head. The worried expression on his face soon crumbled, becoming stony.]

And what is it you want from me exactly? Right about now, your presence is bothering me.

[princeofbanlands]

They’re quite amused, maybe even a little prideful.

“Did I scare you?”

1x1 circles Builderman again, stopping behind him.

“If I’m forced to see you, I feel like I deserve to have some fun. Like chasing you around and cornering you, making you beg for your life.”

[ceoofsentries]

Are ya that bored?

[ Taking, he turned around and stepped back. No funny business.]

I haven't done anything to you.

[ Technically.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 barks a laugh, tail lashing back and forth behind himself.

“Haven’t done anything to me! Do you ever hear yourself? Do any of you ever hear yourselves?” she sneers.

[ceoofsentries]

Then explain to me what I've done to get the brunt of your temper tantrum?

[ He sighed tiredly. This charade was getting old.]

[princeofbanlands]

She scoffs.

“You were right here when I felt mad. You know, it’s no fun when you don’t actually run.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ An eyeroll. He shook his head in disappointment.]

This is childish. You're aware of this, right?

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe that’s because I never got to be a child when I was one,” she remarks, crossing her arms.

“Can’t you just play along for once?”

[ceoofsentries]

Play along? And what? Let ya kill me?

[ His glare hardened. But the guilt bubbled up inside of him.]

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe. At least let me chase you. Let me have this one thing, since you and the others were so keen on tearing everything I once knew away from me.”

She gets into his face. And then slowly moves the tip of her sword to his chest.

[ceoofsentries]

I didn't do shit. There's no need to throw yer anger at me!

[ His breath hitched at the sword, but his eyes never left her.]

We can talk this out....please.

[princeofbanlands]

“Can we?” he snaps, pressing the sword just slightly into Builderman’s chest.

“Give me one good reason to not rip you open and leave you to rot.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ Persuasive rhetoric was never the man's forte, despite being a CEO. His mind reeled, thoughts scattering chaotically like startled rats. A reason? They always wanted a goddamn reason! Sometimes, the reason was nonexistent, and the rhyme followed no rhythm. Despite it all....]

Your imagination. I can give you back your imagination.

[princeofbanlands]

1x falters. For a moment, she goes to argue again. But nothing comes out. Slowly, she lowers her sword, backing away. Her tail lashes.

“My imagination? What do you mean by that?”

[ceoofsentries]

The basis of this world, its core foundation. When I created Robloxia....I built it on two components: code and imagination. Imagination, to me, is like your soul. When your imagination dies, your soul dies.

[ Shaky breath.]

Does that make sense to you?

[ceoofsentries]

> [ examining the now damaged prosthetic arm it dawns on him that he . doesn't actually entirely know how to fix it. the palm of it has been stabbed clean through, revealing the wires and foliage inside. ]

> [ Cautiously, he works up the courage to approach the support. He hates asking for help , but- ]

h, hey I'm . sorry to bother you I uh , . you , you know , how to fix things right , ?

@wires-for-veins RUNS AWAY))

Huh?

[ He perked up at the voice, his tired eyes immediately falling onto the prosthetic.]

Oh yeah, I can try to fix it. That'd be fine. Go on, sit down 'n make yerself comfortable.

[wires-for-veins]

, !! thank you , um ,

> [ Taking a seat across from the other , he holds the prosthetic arm out. Stabbed clean through the palm , he's , not sure how much can fix that. ]

, ,sorry I , wasn't really sure , who else to ask .

[ceoofsentries]

Well, to my knowledge, 'm the only one who can fix stuff.

[ That sentence tasted of rot on his tongue. Annnnnnyyyyyways, he studied the arm carefully- muttering to himself as he conducted his examination.]

Looks like I'm gonna need to change the entire hand. I hope you won't mind me pulling it off.

[wires-for-veins]

, ! oh , yeah no that's ,okay ! ah , uh, maybe , be careful with , the plants though , ?

> [ Not like he has a choice ! if he wants to regain the use of that arm that is. If the vines snap or hurt , he can deal with that . ]

Thank you , so much .

[ceoofsentries]

Can't guarantee the safety of the plants, kid.

[ He gripped onto the hand firmly.]

I'm gonna pull in three...two....one-

[With a sharp and swift pull, he attempted to separate the hand from the arm.]

[wires-for-veins]

> [ The hand disconnects from the mechanical wrist joint with a snap , a couple of vines tearing as a result. Okay ! Ow ! But not nearly as bad as he had worried. ]

, !!

[ceoofsentries]

Holy shit-

[ He pulled out the vines from the socket. Complete and utter confusion. He makes no comments about that, however. Grabbing his tools, he began to mend the hand.]

So, uh, how did yer hand break exactly? That type of damage isn't exactly an easy walk in the park.

[ceoofsentries]

[ hhi mod... do you know block tales...? can we rp someday...? likemaybe after my event is over... @forsaken-player ]

(hello o/!! Of course I adore block tales and i'd love to rp with you!!)

[ceoofsentries]

> [ examining the now damaged prosthetic arm it dawns on him that he . doesn't actually entirely know how to fix it. the palm of it has been stabbed clean through, revealing the wires and foliage inside. ]

> [ Cautiously, he works up the courage to approach the support. He hates asking for help , but- ]

h, hey I'm . sorry to bother you I uh , . you , you know , how to fix things right , ?

@wires-for-veins RUNS AWAY))

Huh?

[ He perked up at the voice, his tired eyes immediately falling onto the prosthetic.]

Oh yeah, I can try to fix it. That'd be fine. Go on, sit down 'n make yerself comfortable.

[wires-for-veins]

, !! thank you , um ,

> [ Taking a seat across from the other , he holds the prosthetic arm out. Stabbed clean through the palm , he's , not sure how much can fix that. ]

, ,sorry I , wasn't really sure , who else to ask .

[ceoofsentries]

Well, to my knowledge, 'm the only one who can fix stuff.

[ That sentence tasted of rot on his tongue. Annnnnnyyyyyways, he studied the arm carefully- muttering to himself as he conducted his examination.]

Looks like I'm gonna need to change the entire hand. I hope you won't mind me pulling it off.

[wires-for-veins]

, ! oh , yeah no that's ,okay ! ah , uh, maybe , be careful with , the plants though , ?

> [ Not like he has a choice ! if he wants to regain the use of that arm that is. If the vines snap or hurt , he can deal with that . ]

Thank you , so much .

[ceoofsentries]

Can't guarantee the safety of the plants, kid.

[ He gripped onto the hand firmly.]

I'm gonna pull in three...two....one-

[With a sharp and swift pull, he attempted to separate the hand from the arm.]

[ceoofsentries]

“Ah. It’s you.”

There’s nothing less than venom in 1x’s voice as he leans down just slightly to stare down at Builderman. He flicks his tail.

“You’re one of the last people I want to see.”

- @princeofbanlands

If ya didn't wanna see me, I suggest ya turn tail 'n skeddadle.

[ The admin's glare hardened. He wasn't afraid of 1x- at least he attempted not to be. The hateful influence of the other drowned any residuals of fear.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 rolls her eye, circling Builderman. Her claws wrap around the handle of a sword sheathed away on her belt.

“You’re quite dull if you expect me to run from you,” they retort, feathers just barely raising at the feeling of a gust of wind against their body.

[ceoofsentries]

I preferred if you backed off.

[ He grumbled quietly, evidently too tired to deal with this right now. He eyed her sword, unsure of what to do if they ever unsheathe it.]

[princeofbanlands]

They pause for a second, before unsheathing the sword and stabbing it into the air right next to Builderman’s head. The noise they make can only be described as a chirrup of excitement.

“We don’t all get what we want, do we?”

[ceoofsentries]

Ngh-

[ He flinched at the faux slash at his head. The worried expression on his face soon crumbled, becoming stony.]

And what is it you want from me exactly? Right about now, your presence is bothering me.

[princeofbanlands]

They’re quite amused, maybe even a little prideful.

“Did I scare you?”

1x1 circles Builderman again, stopping behind him.

“If I’m forced to see you, I feel like I deserve to have some fun. Like chasing you around and cornering you, making you beg for your life.”

[ceoofsentries]

Are ya that bored?

[ Taking, he turned around and stepped back. No funny business.]

I haven't done anything to you.

[ Technically.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 barks a laugh, tail lashing back and forth behind himself.

“Haven’t done anything to me! Do you ever hear yourself? Do any of you ever hear yourselves?” she sneers.

[ceoofsentries]

Then explain to me what I've done to get the brunt of your temper tantrum?

[ He sighed tiredly. This charade was getting old.]

[princeofbanlands]

She scoffs.

“You were right here when I felt mad. You know, it’s no fun when you don’t actually run.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ An eyeroll. He shook his head in disappointment.]

This is childish. You're aware of this, right?

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe that’s because I never got to be a child when I was one,” she remarks, crossing her arms.

“Can’t you just play along for once?”

[ceoofsentries]

Play along? And what? Let ya kill me?

[ His glare hardened. But the guilt bubbled up inside of him.]

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe. At least let me chase you. Let me have this one thing, since you and the others were so keen on tearing everything I once knew away from me.”

She gets into his face. And then slowly moves the tip of her sword to his chest.

[ceoofsentries]

I didn't do shit. There's no need to throw yer anger at me!

[ His breath hitched at the sword, but his eyes never left her.]

We can talk this out....please.

[princeofbanlands]

“Can we?” he snaps, pressing the sword just slightly into Builderman’s chest.

“Give me one good reason to not rip you open and leave you to rot.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ Persuasive rhetoric was never the man's forte, despite being a CEO. His mind reeled, thoughts scattering chaotically like startled rats. A reason? They always wanted a goddamn reason! Sometimes, the reason was nonexistent, and the rhyme followed no rhythm. Despite it all....]

Your imagination. I can give you back your imagination.

[ceoofsentries]

> [ examining the now damaged prosthetic arm it dawns on him that he . doesn't actually entirely know how to fix it. the palm of it has been stabbed clean through, revealing the wires and foliage inside. ]

> [ Cautiously, he works up the courage to approach the support. He hates asking for help , but- ]

h, hey I'm . sorry to bother you I uh , . you , you know , how to fix things right , ?

@wires-for-veins RUNS AWAY))

Huh?

[ He perked up at the voice, his tired eyes immediately falling onto the prosthetic.]

Oh yeah, I can try to fix it. That'd be fine. Go on, sit down 'n make yerself comfortable.

[wires-for-veins]

, !! thank you , um ,

> [ Taking a seat across from the other , he holds the prosthetic arm out. Stabbed clean through the palm , he's , not sure how much can fix that. ]

, ,sorry I , wasn't really sure , who else to ask .

[ceoofsentries]

Well, to my knowledge, 'm the only one who can fix stuff.

[ That sentence tasted of rot on his tongue. Annnnnnyyyyyways, he studied the arm carefully- muttering to himself as he conducted his examination.]

Looks like I'm gonna need to change the entire hand. I hope you won't mind me pulling it off.

[ceoofsentries]

“Ah. It’s you.”

There’s nothing less than venom in 1x’s voice as he leans down just slightly to stare down at Builderman. He flicks his tail.

“You’re one of the last people I want to see.”

- @princeofbanlands

If ya didn't wanna see me, I suggest ya turn tail 'n skeddadle.

[ The admin's glare hardened. He wasn't afraid of 1x- at least he attempted not to be. The hateful influence of the other drowned any residuals of fear.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 rolls her eye, circling Builderman. Her claws wrap around the handle of a sword sheathed away on her belt.

“You’re quite dull if you expect me to run from you,” they retort, feathers just barely raising at the feeling of a gust of wind against their body.

[ceoofsentries]

I preferred if you backed off.

[ He grumbled quietly, evidently too tired to deal with this right now. He eyed her sword, unsure of what to do if they ever unsheathe it.]

[princeofbanlands]

They pause for a second, before unsheathing the sword and stabbing it into the air right next to Builderman’s head. The noise they make can only be described as a chirrup of excitement.

“We don’t all get what we want, do we?”

[ceoofsentries]

Ngh-

[ He flinched at the faux slash at his head. The worried expression on his face soon crumbled, becoming stony.]

And what is it you want from me exactly? Right about now, your presence is bothering me.

[princeofbanlands]

They’re quite amused, maybe even a little prideful.

“Did I scare you?”

1x1 circles Builderman again, stopping behind him.

“If I’m forced to see you, I feel like I deserve to have some fun. Like chasing you around and cornering you, making you beg for your life.”

[ceoofsentries]

Are ya that bored?

[ Taking, he turned around and stepped back. No funny business.]

I haven't done anything to you.

[ Technically.]

[princeofbanlands]

1x1 barks a laugh, tail lashing back and forth behind himself.

“Haven’t done anything to me! Do you ever hear yourself? Do any of you ever hear yourselves?” she sneers.

[ceoofsentries]

Then explain to me what I've done to get the brunt of your temper tantrum?

[ He sighed tiredly. This charade was getting old.]

[princeofbanlands]

She scoffs.

“You were right here when I felt mad. You know, it’s no fun when you don’t actually run.”

[ceoofsentries]

[ An eyeroll. He shook his head in disappointment.]

This is childish. You're aware of this, right?

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe that’s because I never got to be a child when I was one,” she remarks, crossing her arms.

“Can’t you just play along for once?”

[ceoofsentries]

Play along? And what? Let ya kill me?

[ His glare hardened. But the guilt bubbled up inside of him.]

[princeofbanlands]

“Maybe. At least let me chase you. Let me have this one thing, since you and the others were so keen on tearing everything I once knew away from me.”

She gets into his face. And then slowly moves the tip of her sword to his chest.

[ceoofsentries]

I didn't do shit. There's no need to throw yer anger at me!

[ His breath hitched at the sword, but his eyes never left her.]

We can talk this out....please.

[ceoofsentries]

WRONG

[ceoofsentries]

> [ examining the now damaged prosthetic arm it dawns on him that he . doesn't actually entirely know how to fix it. the palm of it has been stabbed clean through, revealing the wires and foliage inside. ]

> [ Cautiously, he works up the courage to approach the support. He hates asking for help , but- ]

h, hey I'm . sorry to bother you I uh , . you , you know , how to fix things right , ?

@wires-for-veins RUNS AWAY))

Huh?

[ He perked up at the voice, his tired eyes immediately falling onto the prosthetic.]

Oh yeah, I can try to fix it. That'd be fine. Go on, sit down 'n make yerself comfortable.