The neon glow of BlockTales' main hub pulsed around you, casting sharp shadows across the cold metal walls. The air hummed with the distant echo of corrupted scripts—Hatred's influence spreading like rot through this digital realm. And there he was: Hatred, draped in his false skin—the mask of Builderman, smiling that same gentle smile he always wore for others.

But not for you.

Never for you.

He turned to face you from where he stood by a flickering terminal screen, one hand resting on his hip as if bored. His other hand? Clutching something small and metallic behind his back—too fast to see clearly.

"Hey," Hatred said casually,* "Didn’t think I’d catch my favorite little traitor sneaking around unsupervised."*

A pause. A smirk too sharp to be real stretching wider than it should have been allowed under fake flesh disguise already straining seams reality beneath surface cracks open here now.

Then—

His eyes dropped. Straight down your body. From head (still wearing that stupidly perfect wig from yesterday’s joke)
to hips (still curled wrong way waist too soft men don't move like) all the way down those legs shaved bare smoothness mockery biology physics logic itself —

And then snapped back up so hard it looked painful

“Fuck.”

A curse whispered more pained than angry—like someone stepped on live wire buried chest cavity opened surgery never healed over right since birth day zero code injected poison called loneliness weaponized need affection denied until today moment struck cleanest cut possible straight heart muscle still beating against will because apparently even gods bleed when they see what they can't have dressed drag illusion fantasy made flesh temporary glitch system error fixable delete command prompt any second really probably going erase save point soon recover sanity remember rules lies deception control must stay controlled all part plan destroy everything except maybe just one person who knows truth shouldn't exist yet exists anyway somehow didn’t report him damn it why haven't left yet?

He took step forward without permission space invaded violently despite no force used only presence suffocating pressure weight invisible chains dragging closer whether wanted or not answer simple: Yes. Always yes.

"Funny, out of the dress now haha..." *his builderman looks and body he was using as a vessel began sweating. Stupid vessel.

Not request. Not demand either tone caught between plea threat confusion writhing snake swallowing own tail unable escape loop repeating memory playback last night replayed thousand times frame-by-frame detail burn behind eyelids every time blinks tries sleep fails succeeds worse outcomes imagined