' Frozen , hard , and petrified , '

by CHR0N1CF41LUR3

Summary:

ohmy god this is gonna be so freakin queer.. stupid homos....

 

I hope Builderman fucking implodes /p

 

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CHOSEN FIC SONG: ABSOLUTE TERRITORY
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Chapter 1: ' IT'S A BAD IDEA , RIGHT ? '

Builderman sits at his desk, half-heartedly sorting through files - banned players, people who need to be reviewed, appeals for bans, the normal stuff. Nothing unusual for someone who works as.. Basically local god of Robloxia. If that makes any sense - not that it actually needs to make sense either way, since it's factual.


He hums idly, flipping through the pages of an appeal without checking the name or the reason they had been banned in the first place quite yet.


It sounds fair enough. Quite tame. Couldn't be anything that bad, since it was such a calm appeal - I mean, really, most people threaten lawsuits if they think they've been wrongfully banned. He's just about to check who the appeal's for, but his phone vibrates & draws his attention.



He slips the file back into his desk, answering his phone. It's Shedletsky.


"Whaddya want, Shed? 'm in the middle o' work." Builderman mutters, putting the phone on speaker as he leaned back & readjusted his glasses.



"Talk about uptight.. Anywhoooo,, we were planning to get drinks tonight! You wanna come?" Shedletsky's voice answers cheerfully, nearly singsong. Builderman mentally prepares to be called a prude for the.. 5th time or so this week for not agreeing to come drinking.


"I KNOW you're probably gonna say no, but we're going to this super nice bar connected to this big casino & this is gonna be there, says his name is Chance - I reckon he's just about your type, buuuuuuttt... I can always tell him to wait another few days if you don't wanna meet him. He's a reaaallly busy man, so you might not get to meet him for months if you say no - your choice, of course!"



.   .   .



"Cheeky little bastard, ya are." Builderman mutters, leaning forward in his chair and pressing his hand into his forehead. "Fine. What time are we goin' and how long are ya gonna be at the bar for? I'll try t' finish up work in time.."



"REALLY?!! We're heading off at 8, we'll probably be there most of the night." Shedletsky answers quickly, cheerfully - Builderman almost entirely expects there to be no mystery man supposedly named Chance there when he arrives. Is he going to go anyway? Yes. Yes he is. Shedletsky would jump him if he missed another hangout.


"See you there, B!" Builderman goes to respond, but the sound doesn't come out properly - Shedletsky had instantly hung up on him after saying goodbye.



Probably to avoid him asking for the mystery man's phone number..


Builderman glances at the file he had been looking at previously, not bothering to look at it any further & just approving it - then shifting his attention, opening a menu in front of his hands - searching around to see if he could find this 'Chance' person.



He does find someone in the database - gray skin, albeit more on the medium gray side, rather than dark gray like Builderman's own. Had a clean neat black suit on, a matching fedora with a white stripe on the base of it. His teeth were visible in his picture; one of the man's canine teeth was replaced by gold, and the rest were pearly whites.


Had a decent build. Not overly muscular, but also not twinky. His shirt was unbuttoned near the top, along with the top button of that black vest he had on. About 30 years old if he had to guess.


Builderman stared at the image for too long, and then promptly closed it and decided that he was, in fact, going.



He went through his work, actually doing it properly instead of half-heartedly like before - y'know, considering the motivation he had to finish up quicker than normal.




--SMALL TIMESKIP [BECAUSE IM NOT WRITING ALLAT OUT]




Builderman finally got up from his chair - about 2 hours or so later. The clock read 7:34PM when he checked it on his way out.


3 whole hours earlier than he'd normally finish with work.


I guess hot men and getting drunk are better motivators than one would assume..



Anyhow - he needed to change clothes. He couldn't show up in this sweaty old hoodie that probably needed a wash, even if it was his usual choice of attire..


Builderman slipped into the hall, opening a menu with one hand and teleporting himself back home to get ready. He only had like, 30 minutes to find something semi-decent to wear that didn't smell like sweat. He headed into his bedroom, opening the closet doors & sifting through them.


Mostly clothes made for comfort or for work. Did he really just have nothing decent in here?? God, he needs to go shopping soon.


..Buuuuut, for now,



A rotating wheel appeared next to his hand, which he traced his finger over while looking down at his clothes. They sifted through different options, until Builderman stopped on a neat red suit with a white button-up underneath it.


Shedletsky said it was a bar connected to a casino, right? He should have matching accessories.



He looked through different jewelry, deciding to go subtle with it. Didn't want it to be too obvious he was trying to look good..



Stud earrings [One being a club, while the other is a heart] & a choker with card patterns sewn into it, along with a little deck of cards charm attached to the front.


He fixed up his tie, closing all his menus and looking at his outfit completely. He looked pretty damn good, if he had to say so himself.


"Still got it," Builderman murmured, making sure his collar was proper as well.


Builderman reopened a certain menu from earlier, looking at Chance's pictures again - and promptly summoning up red sunglasses, as well as tying his hair back into a half-up & half-down bun. He pushes the sunglasses up, resting them on the top of his head and closing the pictures.



..Hopefully Shedletsky didn't show Chance any of his pictures.


Builderman glances at the clock, noticing it's already been an hou- AN HOUR?? He opens his teleport menu back up and fumbles with it rather badly, appearing outside the nearest casino that happened to have a bar after a few seconds of fumbling with it and trying to get it to lock onto the right location.



He looks around the area to make sure no one saw that, practically slamming his hand into the X on his menu and swiftly brushing himself off after.


He was about to push open the door, but someone opened it for him; the man that had been mentioned earlier.


They actually exist. Holy fucking shit.



"Oh, ah.. Hi there!" Builderman started, attempting not to seem like too much of a loser in front of the man. [he's not doing well]


"Hey there. Name's Chance - aaand.. I'd assume you're Builderman?" Chance replied, leaning against the door slightly and watching him as he entered, glancing him up & down with this tiny smirk - like he already knew what Builderman was thinking about.



"I am,, uh.. Yeah. Nice t' meet ya," Builderman answered, looking away multiple times and moving to the seats at the bar; face growing progressively more flushed by the second when Chance settled in directly next to him - the man in question grinning a bit more noticeably this time.


"Wasn't uh- Wasn't Shed 'pposed to be here too?" He mumbled half-heartedly, looking around like an anxious puppy and trying to see if Shed was anywhere here.


"Shed? Oh sugar, he's not here. But that's fine! We can get to know each other instead." Chance smoothly answered, slipping his arm around Builderman's shoulders and pulling the smaller man closer. "You like drinking? It can be my treat, since I'm the one that got you out here in the first place."



"You can just get food & water instead, if you don't like drinking. I won't force ya to drink or anything - and you can just call me an uber if I get too shitfaced." Chance tacked on, glancing down at Builderman with that same easy-going smirk. "Don't worry, you won't need to pay a dime; and if you somehow do need to, I'll refund ya the next time I see you. I'm not that mean."


Builderman stares at the arm wrapped around his shoulders, gaze then shifting to Chance's own suit - he had changed clothes too, apparently. He was wearing a white vest & pants with a red button-up underneath, albeit both the button-up was only half-done & the vest was completely unbuttoned.


His cheeks got a distinct golden tinge to them as he realised Chance had actually asked him something, quickly shaking his head and readjusting his position. "Nono, I uh- I like drinking. Sorry for taking so long to respond there, just a bit distracted right now."


"No problem, sweetheart." Chance responded, hand squeezing his shoulder briefly. "So, what'll it be?"



"..I'll just have an apple cider," Builderman answered, glancing away again. "Are ya sure ya want to pay? I can pay for my drinks if y' want, it's not a problem fer me.."


"Of course I want to! Who invites someone out & refuses to pay the bill? That's plain rude if you ask me." They replied, almost offended at the suggestion he wouldn't want to pay. "You can get anything you want. Food, drinks, or you can gamble if you want. Don't be silly now."


"But that would be awful expensive fer ya.." Builderman mumbled, shrinking slightly at the burning look he received.


"You don't worry your head about it, sugar. I get that you're probably used to paying for stuff yourself, but you don't need t' do it this time!" Chance stated, a lot firmer this time - didn't want Builderman to worry about paying for absolutely anything. "Just put it on my tab, m'kay? You won't owe me anything. Trust me, I have more money than I know what to do with. This won't even make a dent."


"If you say so,," He replied, staring at the arm wrapped around his shoulders. This felt like some weird form of blind date.

Chapter 2: ' THEN YOU END UP UNDERNEATH MY SKIN, '

Summary:

' TAKE ME DOOOOWNNN !! '

 

Builderman gets drunk off his ass because of a certain gray man in a black suit..

And he also meets someone else. Someone vaguely familiar.

 

If it wasn't for him being so drunk when he first spotted them, maybe he would've realised who he thirsted over just a BIIIIT sooner.

 

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CHAPTER SONG: A LITTLE BIT HARDER NOW - SHE WANTS REVENGE
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Birdy Builderman guys. we love underrated hcs

Guess who got absolutely shit faced because a certain someone kept paying for their drinks.



If you said the deity of Robloxia himself, you'd be correct! Builderman was struggling not to pass out at the moment, or to at least not revert to his deity form while in a public space like this.

That would be a whole mess on the news, if him getting this shit-faced didn't make the news on it's own.



Chance was practically hugging his side the entire night at that - his head felt so fucking hazy. He could barely breathe properly.


The only thing locked on his mind was the fact he could smell Chance's cologne. God, he smelled nice. So nice. If he didn't have an ounce of shame, he'd probably just shove his face into Chance's chest and pass out then & there.


His attention was shortly drawn away as someone sat down next to him. They had this honey blonde hair in a neat braid, paired with a blue vest & green pants and all this shimmering golden jewellery - was that crown made out of ice?

He had a slim figure while being so fucking tall - like.. He can't tell. Maybe around 6'0". A few inches taller than Chance? - And he had this black leather belt tucked neatly underneath the smooth blue vest, with gold chains attached to it and decorating it.


He was vaguely familiar. Not sure from where, but definitely familiar. Maybe someone he had walked past on the street or something.



He stared for a solid minute at this random guy, registering Chance calling the man 'Isaac'.
That's a nice name. He likes that name.



.  .  .



"I wanna climb y' like a tree." He mumbled, blinking as he leaned on the palm of his hand and nearly fell off his chair when Isaac actually looked at him and he registered the fact he said that out loud. He stood bolt upright directly after, turning on his heel and walking to the bathroom before the man could say anything to him.


Holy shit. Never going out drinking again.


He's not sure he's ever sobered up so fast. How did he manage to say that? How? Oh my SFOTH, he's so done - I mean, he wasn't lying when he said it, but it's humiliating to let that slide out when he's in a public setting like this.




He sunk down in one of the bathroom stalls, covering his face and making a sound equivalent to that one magpie after that girl grabbed it and threw it out of her garage. [Real ones know what I mean. Real ones know.]


"For SFOTH's sake," Builderman mumbled, letting his hands slide down his face - and then, he proceeded to nearly jump out of his skin when someone knocked on the stall.



"Hey- uh, you alright in there? Figured I should check up on ya, since you were really drunk when you ran off. Didn't want you passing out in the stall." Chance called out, seeming moderately concerned for him. Concerned.


Been a while since someone considered that he could be hurt or end up in a dangerous situation.


"Ah- Yeah, 'm.. 'M fine. Sorry. Didn't mean t' say that out loud before, bit embarrassed 's all." Builderman answered, standing up and unlocking the door. "If we ever talk again after all this, please don't bring up this night."



"Agreed?" Chance acknowledged, smiling at him.


"Agreed." Builderman replied, brushing off the suit that barely fit how he looked or his usual style.



Would Chance be disappointed if he saw them in their normal outfits? Maybe.


Or would he dislike Builderman's body? It's not like he's the picture of health.


He often forgets to actually take his breaks and eat, and he looks like a mess when he's not dressed up. Not to mention, what if Chance ever saw his actual form? He hasn't trimmed his hair in that form in weeks, and he hasn't preened his feathers in months. He's just been too busy with other things and the disappearances and all these messy things to focus.



That would be humiliating if he reacted badly. Unlikely, but humiliating.


He usually edits his body to be more filled out and appear more accordingly with his strength, but he can't keep up the false appearance all the time.


I know. Silly to do that and hide it. He just felt weird being so underweight when all the construction people he knew were either really strong or had chub of some kind - so he made small edits. Not forever,, just until he felt okay having his real body on display. And it.. felt nice to fill out his clothes properly.



At least the stretch marks were real. Albeit, from the opposite of gaining weight, but they were still real and very much existed.



I mean, Chance would probably never know. Builderman severely doubts that he'd ever show Chance his actual body unless he passed out before Chance did - his body tends to revert to it's normal-


"What're you daydreaming about? You seem absentminded." And that's a voice he recognises. But that's not Chance's voice - not anyone he had heard at the bar.


"As for your earlier comment on me, I'm flattered, I must say." iTrapped nearly hums the words, leaning over him. "And I thank you ever-so-much for unbanning me, Builder. Although, I doubt you noticed it was me earlier, considering how.." They glanced him up and down with this mildly disdainful look that made him feel ashamed for existing too closely to iTrapped.



"Aaah.. Let's just say not-so-sober, no?" He finished, that slightly condescending tone sewn into his words like poison ivy. "I won't say anything about it for now, at least."


Builderman stared after him as he pulled back, picking up a mojito and taking a sip of it. Figures that he'd like mojitos, the prick of a hacker. [I don't hate mojitos for the record guys]



"But I never unbanned- I didn't..," Builderman started, and then paused and mumbled with a grimace; "Oh SFOTH,"



iTrapped smirked at him. Yes, smirked. Snide fucking-


"You won't go back on it, will you? I'd say that would be quite dishonest. I've been good, too. You wouldn't want to be unfair, would you?" iTrapped crooned, leaning on the bar as he took another sip of the mojito. "I could help you out, since you're so stressed. I mean, if it's so bad you're messing up important paperwork, then what else could happen? All you need is a bit of relaxation. Something to get you nice and loose, perhaps?"



Builderman was about to protest purely because it was iTrapped making the offer and he has more dignity than that - but Chance cut in,


"Oh? You mean helping Buildsy here loosen up?" He asked, and iTrapped gave a hum of agreement. "I wouldn't mind helping either, y'know!"


"You can't jus' do-"


"None of that," iTrapped slid in, putting down his cup & leaning over Builderman - somewhat forcing Builderman to lean back into Chance so they weren't touching faces. "It'll help you, won't it? And maybe we can work out a deal for me staying unbanned while we're at it. Then we both get something out of it, yeah?"



"I didn't agree t' do this,," Builderman huffs in return and moves his face further away. "Not havin' you swoop me up 'nd forcing me into anythin'. It's too late at night."


"At least spend more time with me before you make the choice to ban me, 'kay? I promise to behave. Though, I make no promises on behaving if you do choose to ban me."



Builderman grumbles something about not wanting a repeat incident, and then stands up and heads to the door.


"Thanks for the night 'nd all, but I need t' go home before it's too late at night."



"I'll walk you home! Don't want you walking home alone when you're still tipsy, sugar." Chance quickly calls, following after Builderman and politely helping Builderman.



The audacity to try and escort a God - At least he has a pretty face to make up for all that overly obvious pride.


As for iTrapped? If he catches wind of of them causing issues again or trying to pull strings to get the rest of his stupid trio out of the banlands, it's out the door with him.

Notes:

my ass is NOT locked in bro

 

I've been getting into roblox myths recently amd. absent as hell because of my roblox myth brainrot