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"..You know, I'm giving you a chance here to just... drop it. No-one has to know you didn't fight me in my true form- you weren't even supposed to know I have a form other than this one"

Telamon grinned, leading his boss to his favourite area in SFOTH, already mentally trying to figure out what the other would look like.

...Probably something like a golem or something- it would fit how serious Builderman was.

"Telamon wants to test his might against a fellow admin, is that too much to ask~?" The more avian admin spoke, wings neatly folded on his back. "Telamon wants a fight where both sides give it their all."

"I can give my all as a robloxian"
"You'd be restraining yourself"

Builderman sighed. "I genuinly think you're making a mistake here, the last time I used my true form I had to actually put the poor guy back together"

"Telamon is a deity, not your everyday robloxian" Telamon assured the other, finally letting go of his boss's arm. "Telamon will be fine".

Builderman sighed. "You don't understand, I-"

"How about Telamon spend the next 6 months actually working instead of doing what Telamon normally does?"

Builderman raised an eyebrow. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Telamon". The god deflated a little. "Telamon CAN keep that promise." Telamon pouted, "And Telamon will show he can keep that promise.... if you beat me in your true form~"

"I don't want you to get hurt" Builderman spoke, tone firm, though Telamon could pick up on something else.

....fear...? Concern...?

The god paused to think it over.

"...Did Builderman not say..." Telamon started. "...That I was one of the strongest beings you knew in this world?". Builderman sighed. "Yes. I did say that". "Was the person torn apart another strong being?". Builderman paused. "No. Just a regular robloxian who had the misfortune of stumbling upon me when I was... not in this form". "Then... why does Builderman not trust me to be strong enough?"

Builderman sighed, but he softened up a little. "It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just... worried about what's going to happen when you see what I REALLY am."

Telamon walked closer. "No matter what, Builderman will be Telamon's boss who will try and make Telamon do boring work while refusing to take breaks himself. Even if Builderman's a big pile of rocks, Telamon will not treat Builderman any diffrent"

The god placed a hand on Builderman's shoulder. "Telamon wants Builderman to trust him. Telamon is strong enough and no matter what, Builderman will always be Builderman"

Builderman studied the other, taking in the other's friendly but determined expression.

"...You're not going to give up until I give in, will you?".
"Telamon is persistsent~!"

Builderman sighed, before looking towards the other.

"Six months of work- no going home early, coming to the office late or taking 'extended breaks'." The CEO spoke.
"Telamon can easily do that~!"

Builderman sighed.

"You may wanna back off for this"

Telamon grinned, feathers ruffling as he took a few steps back.

"....Little further"
"Oh Builderman is a BIG rock!"

Builderman raised an eyebrow as he watched Telamon back up further.

"...Just don't say I didn't warn you"

Telamon got ready, holding his blade with a confident smirk as Builderman took his hard hat off and placed it down on the ground. "Don't wanna break it" The builder muttered.

Telamon was about to reply when he heard a horrifying, wet sound-

The sound of flesh being torn apart.

"...Builder...?"

Builderman's stomach had seemingly been torn out, guts and organs hanging out of the other's body, quickly growing darker in color and... wriggling around. Telamon was... shocked, barely able to comprehend what he saw as the horrifying sounds continued, now joined by the sound of skin tearing and bones breaking as Builderman transformed- his robloxian form torn to shreds, as if it had contained something much larger that was now tearing itself loose, all the while fragments of Builderman's robloxian form got torn apart more and more, only half of the builder's face still visible in the mass.

As the CEO's true form revealed itself more and more, Telamon felt... fear. The god could feel every single fibre of his being beg him to run away- to turn back and fly like he had never flown before, but he couldn't-

Telamon couldn't move, or even look away as the twisted, IMPOSSIBLE mass expanded more and more and more- forming impossible shapes that the god couldn't comprehend, though his mind certainly TRIED. It TRIED to force an understanding of what Telamon was seeing- tried to FORCE the visual into the god's brain.

But it couldn't.

Every time it seemed like the transformation was complete, Builderman's true form just kept expanding in a diffrent direction, and Telamon was stuck there, forced to sit and watch.

Until he felt something hot and wet hit his neck.

It was something small, something that temporarily snapped Telamon out of his daze, hand reaching over to feel just what had hit him.

Telamon's hand came away coated in red- which made the god realize something horrifying.

He was bleeding from his head- his eyes, nose and mouth were...bleeding.

And it was the final straw that BROKE the god- Telamon's powers going haywire as he laughed, his body torn apart from the inside out.

The last thing Telamon saw was Builderman quickly reverting to his Robloxian form, looking a combination of annoyed and... tired?

But his mind was too far gone to comprehend any of it.

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The nothingness was nice. It was an absolute void of emptiness and calm.

It was calm... so calm.... so tranquil....

The soul wouldn't mind staying there forever, the the gentle darkness of the void, but sharp, geometric shapes reached out, plucking the soul from the emptiness and shoving it right back into-

Telamon woke up, dazed, confused and just a little EXTREMELY SORE ALL OVER. The god had no idea where he was, or even how he got there, but it felt like the universe itself had chewed him up and spat him back out again.

"Glad to see you're up"

Telamon flinched, before looking over to the person who spoke up-

Builderman, once again looking like a normal robloxian and wearing his hard hat.

"You should be careful" The CEO continued. "I had to put you back together again- you really did a number on yourself."

Telamon looked down, noticing his arms and hands were wrapped in bandages.

Builderman was quiet, waiting for the god to say something.

"...Telamon lost..." The god eventually spoke, causing Builderman to sigh. "Wouldn't call it a loss- I didn't really do anything- you did all that to yourself."

Telamon shivered. "No. Telamon lost. Builderman in his true form is too strong."

Builderman crossed his arms.

"We can just... forget about this." He spoke. "You don't have to actually show up and do your work for six mon-"

"Builderman trusted Telamon"

The elder god paused, letting Telamon talk.

"Builderman showed Telamon his true form" Telamon continued. "Telamon passed out because the true form. Telamon lost. Telamon keeps his word."

"...You don't have to"

Telamon pouted, which told Builderman this was part trauma talking and part... pride.

"Telamon wants to show Builderman that Telamon is capable of doing the boring job for 6 months with no shortcuts." The god spoke. "....but we can forget about the .... true form bit..."

Builderman sighed.

"Very well. We'll forget about the true form and you can do your six months of work after your paternity leave ends."

Telamon looked... confused...

"Excuse Telamon?"

Builderman sighed.

"I... wasn't able to find every single piece of you right away, so I... replaced some, only to find the bits I was missing later on, and... well... you have two children now, since I couldn't just leave those parts to rot..."

Telamon was quiet for a bit, before suddenly shouting "BUILDERMAN MADE BABIES WITH TELAMON?!"

Builderman sighed, feeling his mortal vessel develop a headache.

Yeah. Telamon would be fine.

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It was about that time, where two young... demigods? demi...robloxians?

It was time for Shedletsky and 1x1x1x1 to learn about the hawks and the hornets, since birds and bees... it didn't quite fit how THEY were concieved.

Sadly for them, Telamon had no idea how babies were NORMALLY made, so....

"Telamon will now tell you the wonderful story of where babies come from" The god started, the two demigods in front of him... both uncomfortable with the topic.

"Does it have to be now?" 1x1x1x1 asked, which Telamon ignored, launching into an explanation of how babies are made.

"Babies are made when a person challenges an elder god and makes them reveal their true form." Telamon stated, matter of factly. "The challenger will tear themselves apart and die, but the elder god will put them back together and use spare bits to make babies."

Shedletsky seemed confused.

"So all babies come from elder gods?"
"Yes"
"...even you?"
"Telamon was never a baby. Telamon has always been a god"

1x1x1x1 didn't seem convinced. "So Builderman is literally everyone's dad?"
"Correct!" Telamon spoke.

"Can you fight him again so we can get another sibling?" Shedletsky asked.
"Nah." 1x1x1x1 spoke. "He shouldn't. I mean haven't you heard him and Builderman fight in the bedroom last night?"

Telamon decided right at that moment that it would be a great idea to disown 1x1x1x1 and yeet him off of a cliff