(BUILDERMAN POV, BUILDERMAN X 007n7)

You were just kinda… building stuff. Placing sentries where the killer would likely go to chase a survivor, dispensers in hidden places so the killer wouldn’t find them, that stuff. You noticed 007n7 was low… that wasn’t good. Not like you cared, you assured yourself. That thought was slowly fading though. You did this a lot…

007n7 sat against a wall, clutching his bleeding wound. He sighed shakily. That’s when he felt someone’s hand grab his own. In a rather gentle manner, as well. He slowly stood up and followed the person. He only got a good look after a bit. It was you!! He looked away, slowly feeling his cheeks get warmer. He forced his feelings down and followed you. He leaned against a wall near the dispenser you lead him to and healed himself up with the machine. He whispered.

“Uhm, hey… you could’ve just asked me to follow you…”