[GO CHECK OUT THE FIC ‘SENTRY DOWN, DISPENSER DOWN, WHATS NEXT?’ ON AO3!! ITS WHAT MADE ME WANT TO MAKE THIS!!]

Builderman had been acting different lately. More cold. More.. empty. No one really knew why. But it concerned everybody. They needed his guidance, his friendly demeanor when in times got tough. But now.. where was it? Where did he go? Where did the Builderman everyone knew go?

Builderman sat alone in the cabin, the pain in his chest giving away into a weak pressure. Roblox had killed him.

. . .

But it wasn’t the fact that he had killed him that hurt. It was the things he said.

But what made it even worse? He knew it was all true.

They won’t care either way. Why should they care about you, anyway?

BECAUSE YOU FAILED THEM ALL.