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-Yoriks resting place-
Builderman panted hard, clasping at his arm, the wound spurting blood, his breaths came heavy and his hardhat was sliding down to cover his eyes before he tilted his head back, clearing his vision. “ THIS IS MASS-” Builderman cursed and ducked out of the way and behind a wall just before the acid green projectile flew past him, Builderman turned to keep running then slammed face first into Shedlesky, who was chewing on his chicken,“oh hey builder, damn, you look like you've seen better rounds” the avian chuckled. Builderman shot eye daggers at him as he hurried past, looking at his watch to see how much time was left in the round, 30 seconds, he could last 30 seconds. “Auhg” 1x1x1x1 cursed as he got stunned by Shedlesky, who yelped in surprise and bolted past Builderman with surprising speed, Builderman huffed in annoyance, arm still throbbing, and followed Shedlesky.
As the timer ticked down to 0 Builderman's vision warped and the wooden walls of the main cabin slowly came into focus, along with the feeling of the winners table underneath his fingers
“Heck yeah, 1x still aint got #### on me" Shedlesky said attempting to stand, even if the effects of teleportation still hadn’t worn off, he staggered into Guest 1337 who caught him with a small grunt. “Laungage Shed” Builderman said tiredly– rubbing his temples– “Whaatttt I can't brag after that round? I mean-” Shedlesky staggered back out of Guest’s grasp and snorted "Even ya gotta admit that I did great that round”. “yeah yeah sure, just please sit down so ya don't bump into more people… or break something”
Builderman let out another sigh “are you drunk or something?” “Whatt nooo neverrr.. Just a little tired" Shedletsky slurred before slumping back on the table and falling asleep Builderman chuckled dryly, patting the avians back before turning away to his room before ‘dinner’
The cabin was soon filled with warmth from the fireplace and the scent of pizza, intertwining to create something, almost like coming home on a cold winter day, calming and familiar… if you exclude the rounds of course.
Builderman, Shedletsky, Taph and Dusakkar were sitting on the coach, chatting, when Elliot called for dinner as he placed 2 steaming hot pizzas on their dining table and went back to the kitchen to wash his hands before eating. As everyone slowly filtered into the room, Builderman mentally remarked on how life had almost become routine like, in its own sick way
Wake
Eat (if they had time)
Round (1-5)
(lunch if the rounds ended early or if they had a break between rounds)
Dinner
Sleep
Repeat
They had gotten it down to the finest detail, and the only thing keeping any sort of change or originality was the number of rounds per day and the the occasional change in weather
Even the deaths became more and more sporadic, Chance’s gun blowing up and the occasional ‘stupid’ death or mistake would be the only real deaths in the round
Even the killers were getting bored
Builderman supposed it was a good thing, bored or distracted killers meant less death and pain for them… even if that part too had started to go numb He supposed that–
“Helloooo earth to Builderman” Shedletsky waved a wing in front of Builderman's face, interrupting his thought process
“Get yer’ wing out of my face” Builderman grumbled, swatting at the brown and gold wing in front of him
“Oh good your back, now can you PLEASE explain to Chance and Elliot on how I AM NOT A CHICKEN” Shedlesky said that last bit with a bit of force, glaring at the 2
“Do it yer’self” Builderman scoffed, Shedletsky let out an offended squawk, that sounded very much like a chickens, and attempted to settle his puffed out wings Noob leaned over to Two Time and Taph, who both let out a chuckle and
Shedletsky glared at them. “I am NOT a chicken” Shedletsky said, firmly
“I mean to be fair..” Elliot drawled
“I AM NOT A CHICKEN” Shedletsky said again, pushing back his chair and standing up, wings unfurled, pointing at the gambler and pizza maker
“And that kids-” Chance nudged Noob who was trying to hide their giggling behind a bloxy cola, “-is how to successfully ragebait an admin”
Shedlesky squawked again, his wings somehow puffing up more, “is everyone against me today!? What did I do?”
“Missed your slash” Builderman mumbled
“Not you too Builder..” Shedletsky groaned, looking over towards Dusakkar, who looked away, trying to hold in their chuckles while sipping their tea “I hate you all..”
Shedletsky growled before slumping into his seat and pouting, like a child.
And then the world started to shake, slightly at first, then more aggressive, like someone had grabbed the camera of their world and started to violently shake and spin it around like a toddler does with a fidget spinner.
Builderman's vision distorted as he was flung out of his seat, grabbing one of the shelves to try and ground himself, he was gonna be sick.
He barely heard someone’s muffled voice, maybe screaming or throwing up, through the thrumming on his ears His eyes felt heavy
…
He should close them
…
That felt like a good idea Builderman's eyes started to droop, his body going slightly limp, it was suddenly quiet
..
Very quiet
Peacefully quiet
Too quiet
Too quiet for a cabin full of people
He needed to get up
But it was so nice
The quiet was nice
He felt he deserved a nap
Just a short one
Yeah that was a good idea
It wasn't like anything was going to happen
Just a short nap