ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I NEED BUILDERMAN PRED HEAD CANONS
I am happy to give headcanons of the silly builder any day of the week :)
CWS // Vore (obviously), cold/slightly cruel pred, disregard of prey, pseudo-hypnotism
Bu1lder is a cold, calculated pred, he views eating people as an entirely survival based endeavour.
His use of machines is honestly very hunting based, setting up turrets and traps merely as a diversion or method of slowing you down. He also modified his regen dispenser to be almost like a lure, making you feel nice and warm and comfy and giving you a false sense of safety before he strikes.
There was a certain pull to the machine that you just happened to pass by, what started as a sprint past the device turned into a slow stride before you found your feet planted entirely. You had finally put some distance between you and the starved lunatics that had been chasing you, why stop now? Your mind screamed at you to keep running and yet... the warmth of the regen device drew you in. It was damn near hypnotic, the overwhelming urge to just sit next to it and relish the comforting, healing feeling was otherworldly. Unfortunately the allure hid something dark and dangerous, more specifically it drew your attention away from the large shadow slowly stalking towards you.
"That's it, get nice and comfy. You'll be somewhere even warmer soon."
He's the type to stand back in the shadows and wait for someone to come his way, utilizing everything he's built to do the work for him, but if he's hungry enough he will chase.
Upon actually catching someone, he's the type to size you up first, picking you up or pinning you down and giving you a good look over to know how best to get you down.
As his large hand came to grab the back of your shirt, he paused for a moment as you felt your feet lift from the ground. His discerning eyes looked you over carefully, going as far as to turn you around in the air, an act that felt much too easy for your liking. You caught a disapproving look in his eyes from the corner of your gaze, relief beginning to swell in your chest as you took it as him finding you unfit as a meal... until he let you drop, shifting his grip faster than you could blink and grabbing your ankle swiftly before you could make contact with the ground. any hope you had was torn away, abject horror filling it's place as you heard a much more approving hum rumble up from his throat.
"Yeah... should slide down a lot easier like this..."
His stomach is tight, tighter than you would expect for someone of his stature. He's quite built though, so his abdominal muscles hold up quite well even with an entire person sloshing behind them.
Don't expect him to talk to you after he gets you down either, you've filled your role as a meal, lower on the foodchain in comparison to him and thus the exchange you have with him is justified to stay at that and nothing more (in his mind at least).
In the rare chance you can piss him off enough for him to actually acknowledge you as a living person, it'd likely be nothing more than words to swiftly, efficiently put you in your place.
The caustic muscles around you clenched, not painfully, just enough to put a halt to the struggle you had been putting up prior. You could hear his voice reverberating around you as he spoke, firm and demanding, yet with a tone that seemed justified in its authority.
"Enough. You are food now and nothing more, this is what you were meant to be. If you have such a problem with it, try coming back as someone higher up in the next life. Or better yet, learn your place in the world and serve it with dignity."
Just don't get distracted by his machines and you'll be fine. Probably.
Ooooh this was fun, plus I can get any of these writing requests done faster than the art ones to give you all some content in between anything I have to draw. Hope you guys enjoy :)))
