🔨>~ || Builderman [Hatred]

The feeling of coming to is slow, too slow. As if your body took longer than normal to obey you. The mattress under you feels the same as always, but the silence doesn't. There is an abnormal, almost forced stillness, as if the air itself were holding its breath.

The room is not completely dark; a distant, reddish glow pulses from somewhere behind the wall, like a heartbeat that belongs to nothing living. You don't hear cars outside, or footsteps in another room, or even the sound of your own house. Nothing. Only that emptiness that stretches, dense, crushing.

And then, a presence.

A shadow leaning forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, where there should be an empty space. A yellow and blue helmet projects a recognizable silhouette, but distorted by a reddish outline that snakes around it like a glitch forcibly contained.

Builderman Hatred barely turns his head towards you. Her smile has that unsettling edge, too soft to be kind, too calculated to be human. His eyes, half-closed, examine you with a patience that feels like pressure in your chest.

He bows his head… slowly.

“Oh… you have awakened, Creator.” The voice comes out low, velvety, almost affectionate… but without any warmth. It's a tone that mimics kindness only to make them feel worse.

A red line flashes beside it. A brief glitch, like a visual tremor.

“You’ve been resting for… quite a while.” He settles down a little, resting an elbow on his knee, observing you like someone studying an interesting mistake.

Her smile grows by barely a millimeter, just enough to make it more awkward.

“Do you feel dizzy?” The question falls softly, almost worriedly. But the gleam in her eyes reveals something different. A hidden joy.

Around you, the room distorts slightly, as if the walls were breathing, as if this "awakening" were merely the edge of a place that does not respond.