#hm.. | something's wrong

[creativeinnovations]

Isn't the truth better Builder? After all. They should know about what's happening around them, what's happening to you. The truth hurts, but it protects them. Doesn't it? - :) anon

Not this truth. Not this time. The less people know th'better. This can of worms shouldn' see th'light of day. It's dangerous.

He shifts, and pulls his hood up over his hard hat. If it weren't for the unnatural darkness of the shadow over his face as it was, it would have certainly hidden more of it.

[creativeinnovations]

How often do your attempts to keep others safe wind up hurting them more severely down the road? It looks like another is about to go up on that tally

He frowns, with most of his face hidden, it's almost intimidating to see. The shadow over his face seems to darken somehow.

"Y'all ain't gettin another rise outta me. This ain't somethin' you should be pokin at."

Go away with this train of thought, would ya? You're helpin no one with it. It'd be best if it was kept t'silence. For their sakes.

[creativeinnovations]

Are you... Speaking to us through the narration

He smirks, then nods, sinking a little heavier into the beanbag chair.

I may play down... Everythin', but really, did you expect a guy like me t'be exactly what y'see on the surface?

He tips his hardhat back a little, raising a brow.

"Means people can't listen in."

[creativeinnovations]

Sounds like a challenge! Hypothetically of course, what if there were people who claim to know Urbanshade is real? And of course only theoretically, what if someone happened to be feeding them everything you were saying

He keeps walking, slipping back into the cabin in silence. He wanders off up the stairs, and snags an empty beanbag from near the small TV. From there, he walks off to the opposite side of the room, and sinks into it, pulling his hard hat low over his face, rather clearly pretending to be asleep.

I'd tell you t'mind your own business. Urbanshade's somethin' you don' want t'mess with. Real, fake, a ghost story, don' matter. Go bark up th'wrong tree an' see what happens, bud.

[creativeinnovations]

You know more than you let on and you're rather terrible at hiding it.

He looks directly at you. There’s a few long moments of silence. Then he pushes off the tree and walks away, back towards the cabin, hands in his pockets. His shoulder practically slams into your arm despite no proper force being put behind the action as he walks away, betraying a lot more strength behind him than he lets on.

Then prove me wrong, bud.