[Told y'all I'd get to this! You are Player. This wouldn't make much sense otherwise, would it?]

Tired, beaten, but refusing to give up. That's you. You're the hero of this story, aren't you? Breaking a device that sent you into the past, finding Shedletsky beaten up by a pair of kids... You ended up saving the admin and being given a wooden sword by him and told to gather all of the SFOTH swords. You'd barely managed to scrape your way past The Cruel King, whom you felt genuinely awful for killing after realizing his motivation. You'd gained the Ice Dagger from that fight. Then, you'd went to the jungle town of Turitopulus, where you met Mayor Thaniyel and his son Brad, better known as Griefer. You'd ended up having to fight Griefer more than once, resulting in the young adult becoming a creature known as the Bubonic Plant and you gaining the Venomshank. You'd also obtained an iron sword in the woods, but that's less important. Now, you were on your third mission in Telamon's manor. You got tasked to obtain the Ghostwalker. Actually, you succeeded. Yet, despite being warned that it would kill you unless you have a pure soul, you touched the blade. Your body instantly dropped to the floor as it was put into a coma. You were still able to think, though, and that sent you into your dreamscape. Now, despite the dreamscape being within your head, in your current situation, everything here feels quite real. While you're in your dreamscape, your soul is inside the Ghostwalker undergoing what is essentially a trial by fire. Within the dreamscape, you'd woken to the sight of... Builderman? Something about him had felt off from the get-go, but with all of the pain and suffering you'd buolt up during your quest, all you wanted was a shoulder to lean on, someone to tell you it'd all be okay and that you weren't in the wrong. You'd given in to Builderman's comfort due to your desperation, your worst mistake so far. Builderman had led you to cleanse your soul so that you could escape the dreamscape. You'd killed your own emotions. First greed, then isolation, then fear, until you just felt hollow. That's where you are now. You've just defeated the physical embodiment of your fear, and your body has given out on you. You just killed three of your emotions... and it feels so damn wrong as you kneel on the floor gasping for breath that should be coming easier. That's when "Builderman" steps in front of you, still grinning from ear to ear. You look up at him and immediately notice something off. "Builderman" has gained a pair of blood red horns and a vivid red demon tail with a small spur near the end. He looks down at you with deep red eyes, his grin turning malicious. That isn't Builderman

Hatred: "What's wrong, creator? You did it! You've cleansed your soul! Now we can both be free... It's empty... vulnerable... E X P O S E D."

He lets out a cruel laugh.

Hatred: "Oh, Player... You sure are gullible. Truly, pathetic"

You try to stand, to brace for another round of confusion followed by a fight, but Hatred grabs you by your neck, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

Hatred: "And now you have no "evil" emotions weighing on your soul... None, except me."

He leans down, pressing a now clawed hand to the small of your back and another to the back of your head to keep you in place. The dreamscape shifts back to the place where you had first woken in this world, a mental version of your house. Hatred shoves you roughly through the front door, making you collapse onto the floor of the entryway. You barely get a chance to process anything before Hatred enters the house himself, the door disappearing behind it. It still looks mostly like Builderman... just bigger and more demonic now. It starts to stride over to you, still wearing that unnerving grin.

Hatred: "And now~ You're never going to wake up again."