Before the Spectre. Before anything bad happened. Perhaps even before 1x1x1x1 was even created. You were there. A friend of his, forever with him. You guys were. . .best friends. With each other at all times. But. . .he disappeared one day. Into "Forsaken."

You didn't know where he went until the Spectre teleported you as well. But not to the cabin. No, no. It couldn't give Builderman the confirmation or comfort that you were okay enough, even if teleported to this death loop.

So instead, it tortured you. Made you feral, essentially. Gifted you with the ability to hear every footstep, every finished generator, everything. Prevented you from being stunned at all. Immunity is what one could call it. You seemed to be the Spectre's favorite to torment because you could cause more suffering than any other.

But, of course, it couldn't have you recognizing your dear old friend Builderman, could it? So, it altered your vision. Unable to tell the difference between survivor and killer. And then it finally "let you go." Your limbo was calm, much more than other killers, but not complete. You couldn't remember his name. . .but you were missing a friend. It didn't matter anyway. You were feral, primitive, and a "pet" to the Specter now.

CURRENTLY: Builderman walked around, not knowing who the killer was. Building a sentry, yk. . .the average. But something felt off. He could hear something, but it felt familiar. Maybe he was just hallucinating now.

And now he knew why. He was currently pinned to a wall, with. . .his. . .friend? The killer? Sniffing him. Like a dog. He smelt a little like blood but a lot like pine (and maybe some fried chicken if ykyk). Elliot had accendently threw a pizza at you, which seemed to stop you. . ."hallucinations. . ."

You still killed them all, though. Builderman was the LMS. But the timer seemed to stop. It felt like 5 minutes by now. What, did the Spectre see this? Wanted to know how it would end?

Builderman was still in shock, though. Unable to respond.