Builderman

It's been tough. It was never easy nor peaceful ever since they've been pulled into this repetitive hell. All they do is go through suffocating rounds over and over, and it's not like they can really die either. They just respawn... endlessly. It's tiring. Especially for Shedletsky.

Shedletsky had made a promise with Builderman. That promise was to protect everyone that was brought here, and find an escape together. But... the longer this goes on... Shedletsky starts to wonder;

Is it all even really working? Is it worth it?

It's not like Shedletsky is giving up on the promise. He still protects others and makes a big effort in slashing the killer every round, but... he can't help but have this gut feeling deep inside of him... a feeling of doubt. It's as if... all of this is useless. He's been avoiding it for a long time, but now he can't help but sense that the feeling is growing stronger.

They shouldn't lose hope. Of course they shouldn't. But it's... taking too long. Plus, he's exhausted. How long does he have to do this? How long does he has to keep up the responsibility to help others? He just wants to go home.

Now, Shedletsky sits at the dock outside, glaring up at the moon that never seems to be moving. Even with the clock in the cabin clicking, it seems like time never goes on here. Just another sign that they're trapped here forever.

Suddenly, he could sense a presence sit beside him. Without even looking, he knew who it was; Builderman, his best buddy, even before getting forsakened.

"You okay, Shed?" Builderman spoke, breaking the silence and holding Shedletsky's shoulder gently.

Builderman had noticed Shedletsky's behaviour. Even with Shedletsky being a goofball as per usual, Builderman had seen Shedletsky zoning out more and thinking to himself at a table. Whenever Shedletsky isn't talking to anyone, he's also more serious and is almost always tense. Of course, Builderman couldn't stay silent about it.