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The days passed in HQ.
Everyone as been hard at work.
Maybe a bit too much…
Maybe, just maybe…someone will feel left out.
Like watching a world pass before your eyes…
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“Greetings builderman. Telamon was wondering-“
“-Telamon. Maybe another day. I’m pretty busy”
“Ah, sure..”
Telamon walked out of the office and used the elevator to get to the floor where his office was.
He didn’t even complete his sentence!
He just wanted to hang out with his friend…one that he’d catched feeling for over the years.
The next day would never came.
No matter how many reminders there were it would always be-
“Telamon, I forgot”
“Telamon, I’m busy”
“Telamon, I was getting annoyed by your presence and secretly loath you”
-Well the last part he’s never said but sometimes Telamon sure felt like it.
He sometimes misses back when builderman had more time…when he wasn’t so gruff…he always liked the fact that he was smart yet soft…he hates this rude version of builderman. It sickens him to his core.
He’s a god for bandlands sake! He’s scary, amusing, annoying, arrogant, the cool one, and the funny one. The one who always finds the bright side in things. But don’t get mistaken, he’s absolutely terrifying, no matter if what he says is ment or not ment to be scary.
What he wasn’t was some deity who gets all sad that his friend isn’t hanging out with them.
Builderman was the only one who didn’t get terrified of Telamon. He cared. It’s been months since he’s even smiled. And Telamon can’t grasp this feeling.
Of feeling alone.
Of feeling like you’re losing everything bit be bit.
It was eating him alive
He wasn’t just sad. He felt empty.
He couldn’t find the emotion. Sadness was ment to be temporary. And he couldn’t find out what emotion feeling empty was.
And maybe he was just being clingy.
And annoying brat.
Builderman just busy…he’s been telling himself that for months but even he’s starting to doubt it.
He can’t ask for help. He’s a god not some pathetic mortal. Also can you imagine how humiliating that would be!?
He still finds time for other admins.
So then why not him?
Did he do something wrong?
Does builderman think he’s annoying?
!beep!
Telamon looked at the computer monitor.
A glitch had been found in his game ‘SFOTH’
Telamon didn’t have the energy to click on it.
SFOTH ment everything to him but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything.
Maybe he should just go home.
But what if the other admins think he’s not doing enough work..
What if they demote him!
What if they-
!beep!
Another glitch appeared on the monitor.
Telamon just slumped back on his chair.
The glass walls of the room let out a beautiful sunset.
Like every thing was fine.
The world was moving without him.
Like watching the last episode of a show without watching any of the other parts.
“Telamon feels sick..”
Telamon went out of his office and headed to the bathroom on his floor.
He gripped the sink so hard that it could crack.
His reflection looked…wrong..
Like-like…like..
He couldn’t vomit.
He teleported home, at the edge of robloxia.
He couldn’t handle today.
Maybe tomorrow will be better….