You looked down at the bodies you have killed, just...so much...blood...everywhere, their blood on your hands and body, you didn't mean it, Hatred...he-

Builderman: "Well look at this~"

You looked up to see Builderman (Hatred) standing and looking around, smiling at the sight, but it slightly faltered when he saw your experience, so much remorse, so much guilt, so much tears running down your face, was he feeling...guilty? Psh, no, he's Hatred! He can only feel hate and the pleasures of someone doing his own work for him...with a bit of force. He let out a small scoff before walking over to you and suddenly hugging you, a hand rested behind your head, his sharp nails grazing your skin, his other hand wrapped around your torso, his demon tail swaying back and forth a bit

Builderman: "Shhhh"