No entiendo como caí en el pozo, en el de tu amor, infinitamente y sin escapatoria. Pero eres tu y eso lo hace un cielo para mi... - Esta historia contiene menciones de suicidio, autolesiones, y actos que pueden llegar a ser sexuales. Leer bajo su propia discreción por favor.

from colleagues to lovers...the right-hand man and his boss, something will bloom between these two men, all thanks to a silly little kid who'll manage to get them closer together. Telamon will subsequently be defeated by his own creation, his son... Builderman will suffer because of this...but he'll come back.

Writing modern Buildershed because many people asked for it

"They built Roblox... But could they build something deeper?"

All characters are from Forsaken. this fanfic is inspired by a tiktok video And no this fanfic won't turn into Telemons bonus 🥰 Book cover not mine!!

The great Telamon, disappeared for 10 years. The admins, especially Builderman worried for him. But in someday, Dusekkar brought back some strangely familiar face, *Shedletsky*. What happened between Telamon and Shedletsky? What happened during these 10 years? Where's the creation that Telamon created? Will the Robloxia be safe? We'll see. [Writer: Lev]

• Cosas que se me ocurren del Buildersky ( Builderman × Shedlestsky ) • Se shipean personajes y no personas reales. • Habra cosas subidas de tono. (habran advertencias de cuando sucedan) • Esto no tiene una fija viacion, puedo actualizar en meses o dias, o solo dejarlo en el primer capitulo.

" Telamon no sólo desapareció, sino que con él se llevó la sensación de mariposas en el estómago, la calidez en los inviernos, el sol en los otoños, las flores en la primavera y el refugio en el verano. Se llevó una parte de Builderman... y su corazón." ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Art Credits: To the respective artist ㅤ ㅤㅤInspired by: @TRASHCANCAB en TikTok ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤA TENER EN CUENTA: Es mi primer fanfic :D perdón si no es muy bueno y tiene faltas ortográficas o de redacción, soy medio dislexico y está hecho por completa diversión y aburrimiento. Los capítulos van a ser cortos, mayormente "tensos". En algunos casos van a ser más tranquilos para darle un respiro a la historia y a los personajes.

Builderman had been in terrible shape ever since his lover, Telamon, had gone missing two weeks ago. He hired a new right-hand-man, John Shedletsky, to keep things going and running smoothly. But it just wasn't the same. Builderman began to realize that Shedletsky had many of the same traits that Telamon did.... Shedletsky missed Builderman dearly...but he had to change. Telamon just put Builderman in danger...especially since he was being chased by someone who was bloodthirsty for revenge. But something's lingering. Something's willing to rip everything away to cause suffering...they just don't know it yet. -------------------------- AMAZINGTASTIC COVER BY @Azure_Wrath_F FJSKJFJJS ITS SO PEAK This is my favorite fic...please don't read Until We Meet Again... It's so bad...

Shedletsky has been absent for over a week - Builderman, worried sick, makes it his mission to see what his missing partner has been up to. But, to his terror, the truth he's met with is full of tragedy. or " As heavy footsteps walked menacingly away from the motionless body on the floor, the redness in the killer's eyes seemed to dim, its job complete, its mission done. One step after another soon turned from thudding against the ground to muttered sounds no one could pick up, the creature sauntering into the distance, leaving the scene alone, abandoning not a single soul alive within its previous fury. That's what it had thought, at least. Builderman stood behind a rock, peering from the side of it, waiting for the perpetrator to leave. Immediately after he was sure it was gone, he darted from the rock, bolting toward the ring in the middle of the heights. His veins pumped with blood, his nerves sharpened with freight, his chest heaving painfully. His breath hitched with his halting feet, an irritable squeak against the ground where his shoes stopped. His shoulders pushed up and down in beat with his weary lungs, his pupils small at the sight next to his feet. Shedletsky's motionless body. "