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Builderman decided to shut in for the night after a long section of figuring out plans of how he could help his fellow survivors. But so far, he has been struggling. Each plan he made has either failed, or led to many of the other survivors dying, leading to failure for that round.
He is no longer the admin looked up to by all due to his… current situation. The gray man suddenly lost his hammer, causing him even more stressful moments than usual, like even without his commands, it's still his responsibility as an admin to keep everyone together and protect them. Though it can be a problem when everyone is at each other's throats.
He was feeling more down than usual.
Everyone noticed his behavior, even Shedletsky himself became worried – and he's usually carefree and eats an inhumane amount of chicken. The chicken loving sentinel asked him to relax a little after each round which he said he would do but… it was difficult.
He let out a tired sigh and got off the wooden chair (it was becoming quite uncomfortable due to him sitting there the whole time). He ran his hand along the matching table covered with papers scribbled with notes and plans.
The head admin walks in his rather big wooden cabin that the survivors have claimed as their home and shared with one another.
Builderman shares his cabin with both Shedletsky and Dusekkar due to all three of them being admins. They had 3 bedrooms and a living room, no kitchen, but then again none of them could really cook.
Builderman's soft bed, which is neatly kept at the side of his room, has bothered him more than usual, especially after his past sleepless nights, along with its brown-colored blanket covering almost half of it. He doesn't even remember having proper sleep.
Perhaps tonight would give him a peaceful mind, the gray man thought as he tiredly lay face first into the soft mattress. Sleep overtook his tired eyes.
The admin woke up hours later; how many hours? well... he couldn't know. Since the sky is always the same dark void covering the island without changing as if they were frozen in time, everyone couldn't know what time it was nor the date. Everything seemed the same, it made him feel uneasy.
Builderman stretched his arms after his nap but then he noticed something strange. He stared at his arm; instead of his usual gray skin, it was now a light blue color. The older man was startled, with many thoughts flowing into him like waves:
"What just happened to him?"
“Why is he blue????”
"Is this the Spectre doing!?"
The wooden door to his cabin suddenly swung open, followed by a booming voice that even the Spectre could hear.
"BUILDER! Are you awake yet?"
The visitor's footsteps grew close but then he froze.
"Builderman? Did you get a new haircut...?" The other man joked, grinning and chuckling lightly as if this was the funniest thing.
…Honestly it was.
Builderman looks up to see Shedletsky, one of his former coworkers from the early days of the platform. He wears the same white shirt and blue shorts with a red text that read "BLAME JOHN!" on it. Shedletsky's face forms a snickering look causing the gray admin to roll his eyes at his friend in annoyance.
"Very funny, Shedletsky >:/" he mumbled, standing up from the soft mattress, secretly cringing at himself for saying that out loud.
Wait.
Did he just say “>:/”
How was that even possible?
"Im sorry, it's just how did you change into this?" The younger man signals his arm towards the other.
"IDK, the Spectre must'a been bored or somethin’ :V "
"Well, I love the new look! You don't look like a grumpy old man anymore," Shedletsky teased him once more, his arm around the other's neck with a smug look plastered on his face.
Builderman just sighs, crossing his arms, "Did ya’ need something? :/ "
"Oh yeah, Elliot asked me to tell you that breakfast is done"
"I ain’t going out like this <:("
Shedletsky shook his head while chuckling at his business partner, "Come on, it's not that unusual."
Builderman only stared at his friend, face changing to “>:[”, his version of a frown.
"Well if you really are not coming then i’ll get Elliot to get Guest to drag you outta your cabin."
Builderman wishes he could stay inside his cabin but knowing Shedletsky and the round starting soon he has no choice but to come tag along. He also feels a bit hungry too.
So with a heavy sigh, knowing how other survivors and even the killers would react, the blue admin replied.
"Fine :/"
— >:D —
Most of the survivors were seated at the wooden dining table socialising, except for a few members.
007n7 was off hiding in his corner as usual and Two Time was out doing… whatever they do.
Builderman reluctantly followed Shedletsky, thankfully due to his (rather pitiful) height, his coworker covered him. Unfortunately, his bright blue skin was a noticeable contrast to their dull colored environment.
The swordsman swung open the front door to the main cabin.
“Howz it going people!” Shedletsky exclaimed, “Look who I managed to get out of his room!”
Builderman only pouted further, his white recolored construction hat sluggishly slipping further, covering his face.
“I still don't like this. <:[”
The two sat at the table next to each other, now the creator of Robloxia’s majesty was on full display.
Noob’s jaw dropped.
Elliot spat his drink out.
Chance’s shades almost fell off
Guest raised an eyebrow in skepticism.
Taph, having just walked in with Dusekkar, instantly turned on his heel and walked back out.
”My friend, this is quite surprising from you,” the floating man said, “When you said you were feeling blue, I didn’t think you’d make that true.”
“Of course Matt’s in this too, :/“ Builderman grumbled below his breath.
“I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. <:[”
“Sorry dear Builder, I am just quite bewildered.”
The admin opened his mouth to retort but then he felt a sharp tug in his gut.
Round starting in…
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