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12:34 pm. It was sunny in the world of Robloxia. Or some people prefer to just call it Roblox. Outside the HQ, people were seen walking around talking peacefully some were even playing around laughing while enjoying themselves.

It was another peaceful day in Robloxia. As always.

Or so that's what Builderman tries to convince himself.

Inside the HQ, specifically in his very own office. Builderman sat onto his desk feeling frustrated. He groaned, sighed and continued to stare at his laptop that showed tons of emails complaining about a bunch of exploiters and hackers ruining random servers for fun.

Sure, as the CEO of Roblox he obviously would help ban those people to protect the peaceful life of the Robloxians. Since it was his job after all.

But of course, unfortunately for him, sometimes those Hackers make his job even more difficult than it should've.

Though he did manage to ban most of them. MOST OF THEM. The rest just...slipped and escaped. Which adds up more problems that he has.

He does have a few other admins to help him out of course like Doombringer, Dusekkar, Clockwork and others. But that doesn't mean it's enough to stop all of the hackers.

He does appreciate their work of course, he would also give them at least a few days for a break or a vacation as a reward sometimes.

But now...he's just struggling. Alone. Well technically he still has the admins but he doesn't want to bother them now since they already went out to some sort of war to ban a group of stubborn hackers earlier.

So perhaps it's best to let them rest first.

While he just... suffers. A bit more. Gosh he feels like a sore ass loser.

Builderman then slammed his head onto his table. Hard.

"Gosh, I can't work like this..." Builderman groaned then stood up and looked at the time. 1:53 pm. It's only been like an hour-ish. But to him it felt like years being cramped in his office.

He then slowly tries to walk towards the door while being careful not to step onto the important paperwork still scattered on the floor.

After a few struggles, he then managed to get out of his office and let out a sigh of relief. No wonder he now rarely gets out of his office. The moment you get in, it feels like hell to get out.

Builderman's eyes squinted at the now bright and sunny office. It hurt his eyes due to how dark his office was and how he's always staring at his computer screen.

He then took a few seconds to adjust his eyes and decided to maybe, go for a walk or grab a cup of coffee along the way.

Builderman almost smiled just at the thought of a nice and warm cup of coffee. Specifically, black coffee. Mm...

He then stretches his body a little and begins walking.

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"Ah shucks!" Builderman yelped as he immediately ran inside the cafe his hoodie now a little wet from the rain outside.

Darn it. He should've checked the weather first before going outside . But technically, it's not his fault. It was literally so sunny when he walked out from the HQ.

He then waited in line patiently and turned on his phone to check on random emails or maybe some news about today.

As he was busy scrolling, he suddenly read a new article about some sort of... "Divine god?"

He tapped onto the article. Out of curiosity of course.
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"Yesterday, at Robloxia's neighbourhood, there was a sudden attack by a single hacker who we call uh, James. At 4:48 pm.

You see, James here decided that on that day is the day he destroys the lives of the innocent! By exploding random houses, glitching and crashing the server...it was pure chaos!

But it wasn't until, the sky suddenly glowed brighter than usual and a tall figure appeared! From the skies!!!

And you won't believe what happens next! That tall, godly figure then immediately with his sword, he defeated the hacker with ease! He didn't even struggle one bit! How the hell?!

Which then, before the people could even express their gratitude, the tall figure took the hacker away and left without a trace. What a guy! He came, saved the world and left not even asking anything in return!

Which then, the people then decide to call him the "Divine God.""

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Builderman frowned after reading the article. A "Divine God" appeared out of nowhere and saved a bunch of people without a single struggle? Builderman almost scoffed at just the thought of it.

But maybe the hacker is just too easy to deal with. But then again, if the hacker is easy to deal with then the hacker wouldn't really have the ability to a server that badly. That is considered a big threat. Well for Builderman of course.

"Mr Builderman? I'm...sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order yet?" Noob spoke his face showing a hint of fear of not wanting to disturb or anger the CEO of Roblox himself.

Builderman then immediately turns to look at Noob and then smiles.

"Ah, Sorry about that earlier. I should've paid more attention." Builderman chuckled and shoved his phone in his pocket.

"I'll have the uh...medium sized black coffee and a croissant sandwich please." Builderman spoke. He remembered that he didn't really eat anything since last night so might as well grab something to fill his empty stomach.

"Alright, your total is...10.30 Tix. Will that be Cash or card?" Noob nervously smiled.

"Card."Builderman took out his (ultra shiny black platinum diamond Gold premium VIP) card and scanned onto the card paying thing. (I unfortunately forgot what it's called.)

"Alright! You can go ahead and take a seat while we prepare your order." Noob then placed a genuine smile which then Builderman smiled back before finding a place to sit down.

Then, he immediately opened his phone again.

He tapped again onto the article and scrolled down, down, down...and down...

BINGO! He tapped onto the picture they took of the Divine God.

Unfortunately, the picture was blurry as hell which Builderman frowned just trying to see the picture onto his phone. Gosh who the hell took this picture...he now looks like an old grandpa that is struggling to use a phone by the way he's staring at it.

But as he focused on it slowly, he could see that the God wore some kind of great and white cloak with black sleeves and hood. The god also appears to have brown and yellow/golden wings. Which Builderman couldn't lie, it does look pretty.

The god seemed to have his hood down to the point he couldn't see his face at all. Darn it. But the article also said that this god used a sword to defeat the hacker easily.

Builderman then thought to himself. If this god is that powerful, maybe he could ask him for some help! Yeah!

Don't worry, Builderman isn't weak or anything to do things on his own. It's just that... sometimes he does feel like he needs more help than usual.

Of course, he has others. But they're busy too with their own lives. He needs someone that is like seriously free 24/7. Ok maybe not 24/7 just at least available almost at all time.

When his order arrived, he stared at the warm Croissant sandwich in front of him. He took a bite.

And then another.

And another.

Mm.

Sandwich.

And then some coffee.

Slurp.

Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Builderman thought to himself.

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Yeah no he needs to lock in and find this God doesn't he?

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The next week.

Builderman began typing furiously onto his computer trying his best to know at least a speck of information about this God.

After reading the article in the cafe, it peaked his curiosity. He couldn't sleep even at night due to his mind always thinking about that article.

So then he decided to isolate himself inside his office to learn more about this...God or person.

But to his disappointment, there was none. No one knew about this guy. So what? This GOD just randomly appeared out of nowhere and just...left?! Builderman grumbled to himself.

How the hell does NO ONE know about this guy?! No Family members? No Neighbours? Friends?? Gosh this man is suspicious.

He stared at the half finished cup of tea beside him that Dusekkar made. Bless his kind soul. When Dusekkar found out that Builderman had been cramped inside his office for days, he put up the effort to brew some homemade tea to calm his nerves down.

He slowly took a sip. Mm, not too sweet...just the way he likes it. At least it calmed him down a bit. Sort of.

Builderman stared at his computer screen and the papers pinned on the wall behind him. It was filled with drawings, notes and some other information about the suspicious guy.

Builderman turned back around to face his bright computer screen. He is getting more tired and tired as hours pass. His eyes are getting more droopy and slowly, his eyes were closed and he fell asleep.

Maybe Dusekkar was right after all. He does need a rest.

Maybe after this he'll take a day off just for himself.

Yeah. That'll be nice.

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Zzz...

Builder...

Builderman...

Builderman...!

BUILDERMAN!!!

Builderman immediately woke up by the sudden yell. His eyes now wide open revealing a panicked Doombringer and Clockwork.

"Dang dude...you look uhm...tired." Clockwork spoke his face now showed about of concern. Though Doombringer immediately walked up to Builderman and aggressively shook him to wake him up.

"Hey! Doom! Stop that! What the hell are you doing?!" Clockwork immediately panics and tries to stop Doombringer from shaking the poor CEO. Though it didn't do much due to how strong and buff Doombringer is compared to him.

Builderman groaned and gave Doombringer a frustrated look. "I'm up Doom...I'm up..." Doombringer then stopped which gave Builderman a few seconds to process things.

"Alright...what happened?" Builderman asked his tone calm.

"So basically there's this one place -
"There was a hacker but then-"
"Wait no there were TWO hackers"
"Yeah yeah whatever but THEN-"
"No! It was at this one spot...I forgot what it's called..."
"The hell you're talking about Alarm Clock?"
"Shut up bucket head."

Builderman then sighed tiredly which immediately made the two go silent.

...

"Sorry..."
"Apologies, Builderman."

Builderman shook his head and forced a gentle smile. "It's fine...just tell me what's wrong. But one by one. Please."

"I'll start." Doombringer spoke.

"So last week, remember when there was an attack at the Builder's Brother's pizzeria?" Doombringer asked which then Builderman nods.

From what he remembered, he sent out both Doombringer and Clockwork to help deal with the sudden attack while he focused on his research.

"So then...when we went there to capture them, we were shocked to see there were actually two people behind those attacks...and uh..." Doombringer stopped and gently jabbed Clockwork to continue.

"Oh. Right. Uh, so then when we tried to capture them they were surprisingly fast and more sneaker than any average hacker!" Clockwork explained.

Suddenly Clockwork's expression turned nervous "But uh...don't get mad, but uh...they kind of...escaped. But it wasn't our fault, I swear! They were so sneaky with those command panels one of them was holding!" Clockwork explained.

"And...we did try to find them again and capture them. But whenever we tried to attack, they were unfortunately too fast for us. Heck even Clockwork slipped multiple times trying to catch them. I got a picture." Doombringer smirked as he took out his phone.

Clockwork immediately tried to snatch it but Doombringer and his tall figure simply just raised his phone higher where Clockwork couldn't get it. "Hey! You told me you deleted them you liar!"

Doombringer let out a laugh while Clockwork struggled to snatch his phone away.

Builderman frowned. Who are these hackers and how the hell do they manage to escape from these two powerful admins?

Builderman then stood up and let out a groan while stretching his body. "Alright alright, I'll help." Clockwork's face lit up immediately.

"Hell yea! Builderman's helping us!" Clockwork cheered.

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Builderman then teleported himself and the two admins to the pizzeria on the day of their plan.

He was shocked to see how screwed up the place was. Sure, he was expecting a few damages but damn. This is a whole new level of corruption.

People were screaming, shouting and crying in pain. The pizzeria was burning and exploding. It was hell.

Builderman then asked the admins to separate so they could try to help the injured ones while also finding the hackers.

As both Doombringer and Clockwork ran off to separate directions, Builderman went on to search for the culprit. Which then suddenly he stumbled across Elliot who is just casually helping people out.

"Elliot!" Builderman yelled as he ran up to him. "Are you ok? The hell happened here??" Builderman asked out of concern.

Elliot was surprised to see the CEO of Roblox coming towards him but then shook his head. "I'm fine, just...a little hot from the fire I guess." Elliot spoke calmly about the burning pizzeria behind him.

"But uh...pretty sure they're somewhere..." Which suddenly another explosion was heard from a distance which made Builderman flinch. "Yeah they're right there." Elliot spoke calmly as if this was a normal thing for him.

Builderman stared at Elliot with concern wanting to say something but nothing came out.

So he just ran towards the explosion.

"HAHAHAHAH! Look! Look at the way that asshole fell! Gosh! I wish I could record this!" Noli laughed loudly while hitting 007n7's back.

007n7 grumbled and slapped Noli's hands away. "Stop hitting me! Do you know how many bruises I get from you hitting me by laughing?! I look like I've been abused!" 007n7 yelled.

Which then Noli shrugged. "Well, no one's gonna see it anyway right? What? You got a girlfriend now and you wanna show off that non-existent abs?" Noli scoffed which earned him a hit on the head from 007n7.

"Shut up. It's not like you know whether I have abs or not." 007n7 frowned.

"Bro, I've seen you shirtless countless times already. How the hell would I not know whether you got abs or not?" Noli spoke which made 007n7 look at him in shock.

"You've seen me WHAT?! W-why the hell were you looking?!" 007n7 began to immediately cover his chest out of embarrassment.

"Wha- Whenever YOU come inside the apartment, the first thing you do is take off that damn t-shirt and throw it on the couch! How the hell would I not see?!" Noli argued.

007n7 rolled his eyes and before he could argue back he saw an unknown figure coming after them.

"Get up purple guy. Someone's coming." 007n7 stood up and readied himself with the cOOlgui with his hands.

Which suddenly a figure emerged from the smokes.

It was Builderman. (Shocking)

007n7 smirked as he saw the CEO's face. "Well well, are we just that bad to the point the CEO himself had to come and teach us a lesson?" Noli chuckled from his friend's words.

But Builderman stayed silent and pulled out an admin panel. Which made 007n7's face turn to fear.

Before Buidlerman could type out a command, Noli threw something that sort of resembled a void star which caused an explosion. Which 007n7 then looked at him shocked.

"Dude, you could do that? And you never told me?!" 007n7 yelled which Noli then shrugged. "I dunno man it just appeared.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT JUST APPEA-"

Suddenly a sword was then thrown in their direction. Which lucky them, it missed.

"What the fuck...Noli! Come on! Let's go!" 007n7 pulled Noli away before he could react on what was happening.

Which then, a large figure began charging at 007n7 with his sword. But 007n7 with his fast reaction time, managed to use his cOOlgui to block it. Preventing him getting slashed.

The large figure grunted in frustration.

Suddenly, Builderman came running again pulling out his admin panel and before he could type in a command...

Both 007n7 and Noli already teleported away.

No.

No no no....

Gosh damn it.

Builderman fell onto the ground and sighed to himself. If only he was quicker. If only he didn't overthink. If only he used his brain better. Gosh he feels like an idiot.

Wait.

He then looked up to see the large figure already teleporting away.

"No! Wait!"

He then immediately ran towards the person.

Please please please I need to at least see him in person. If not-

Then, he was teleported away with the person.

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"Hey Doom, have you seen Builderman?"

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Builderman fell on the ground with a loud thud. Gosh, what's with him always falling...he groaned then slowly stood up and began to look around at his surroundings.

From his observation, The place looked like he was in SFOTH. The place was empty, dark but for some reason it felt bright with the fire surrounding the place.

It's like he was in hell.

Builderman shook off the idea. No no. This is a fighting place. Of course it's supposed to look terrifying. Or something.

He wanted to continue walking and exploring the place but something inside him tells him to run and hide.

He doesn't know what this feeling that has been stirring inside him when he came here. It's like a ghost or demon came in and possessed his mind.

But, since he's already here...might as well continue with his journey of finding the unknown person.

He continued to walk around and explore his footsteps careful not to step on random stuff on the ground that looked like rocks, random scraps, bones and rotten flesh.

Builderman frowned. Bones? Rotten flesh? No. He must've been so tired that he's hallucinating things. Stop it.

But as he walked deeper into the place, he knew he wasn't hallucinating.

Corpses scattered everywhere some looked like they've been there for years while some looked fresh like it had just died there today

And they definitely don't look like they died here due to sword fighting.

Builderman looked up to the dark and dusty sky. There were cages hanging on-top as if the prisoners there were put there just for decoration. Like some kind of Christmas ornaments.

This cannot be SFOTH.

It looked too different. This wasn't the sword fighting place he knew that was made to train others about swordfights.

He began walking faster trying to ignore his hellish surroundings.

As he walked further, there he saw a throne. A throne made with a bunch of swords, bones and perhaps other things that he couldn't name of fused together to make what looks like a throne.

Builderman stared at it curious. Is this perhaps where this God sits everyday?

He walked closer.

closer.

And closer.

But for some reason, every step he made he felt like someone was watching him from behind. As if glaring at him.

As if it hates his presence.

He ignored that feeling and tried walking to the throne. Trying his best not to look back to face whatever is behind him.

Maybe it's just paranoia. Yeah. Builderman forced a smile for himself. Though it didn't help much with the sudden feeling as if whatever's behind if getting closer.

He walked faster towards the throne.

It was surprisingly huge up close. He could see the swords in more detail. But the thing that surprised him the most is how the swords are still sharp.

He began slowly touching the swords, as if admiring a work of art. His fingers began trailing slowly until he found a few carvings from the sword.

He then squinted his eyes and read it carefully.

"Our Deity"

"Our Saviour"

"Our God"

"For he, is the one that saved us all."

"Telamon."

Builderman frowned. This time out of confusion. "Telamon...? Who the hell is that?" Builderman went closer to see if there were anymore carvings.

"Y'know what they say... Curiosity killed the cat."

Before Buidlerman could react his head was immediately hit with something heavy before his vision blurred and turned to black.

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Builderman slowly opened his eyes. He tried to look around to see what was happening but hissed when he felt a pain behind his head.

"Oh, you're awake."

The large figure walked closer towards Builderman. He unfortunately still couldn't see his face with that damn hood.

The tall figure then chuckled when Builderman sat still not daring to make a single move as if he was afraid of him.

"You, you're an interesting one aren't you? Followed me here thinking I wouldn't know so you could steal my treasures?" The tall figure spoke.

Builderman stared at the person in front of him. Now a bit offended. Why the hell would he need treasures? He could literally make tons of them himself with just the snap of his fingers.

And then again why the hell is he tied up?

"Answer me mortal. Do you really think your silly plans would work?" The tall figure suddenly went up close which almost made Builderman flinched. But at least he could now see his face.

Surprisingly he didn't look terrible.

The tall figure frowned from Builderman's silence. "Some of you mortals really have no respect for the gods. I'm surprised you even have the courage to come here alone."

Builderman then snapped out of his thoughts. Gosh he was so busy analysing the person's face that he didn't realise the guy was angry.

"Ah apologies, dear uh..god. I got distracted." Builderman nervously chuckled. Which the god then rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The god then pulled out his sword and pointed it at Builderman's throat. "One more foolish mistake and this will be your last day living here."

Thankfully, Builderman wasn't afraid. Perhaps it's because he knew he was technically immortal or maybe he's just too tired to care.

"What is your name, Mortal?" The God questioned Builderman the sword still pointing at his throat as if threatening him to answer.

Builderman sighed. "Builderman. The names Builderman."

The god then slowly pulled his sword away and turned around. Builderman swore he saw a faint smile on the God's face earlier.

Which then Builderman remembered why he came here in the first place.

"Wait! God! Or whatever you are. What's...your name?" Builderman asked now extremely curious.

The god turned around and frowned. "Foolish mortal. Have you forgotten the name of the god that saved many lives thousands of years ago?"

Builderman shrugged. "Nope. Never heard of you. Ever."

From what Builderman is seeing right now, the God in front of him definitely wasn't happy with his answer. Ah, guess this is the day he'll finally die by a random god he doesn't know. Great.

But surprisingly, the God didn't pull out his sword to slice him. Yet.

"I'll only repeat this once. The name is Telamon." The god spoke flatly.

Builderman then smiled. "Telamon, ah that's such a cute name. But I still never heard of it before."

Telamon wanted to grab his sword and slice the person in front of him in half. Cute? Telamon does NOT sound like a cute name. But for some reason something inside of him prevents him from doing so.

Telamon stared at the tied figure beneath him.

Gray skin, Gray jacket, blue jeans and some kind of ugly orange construction site hat.

He wanted to rip it out from his head.

The figure underneath him looked like just some average Robloxian that he would usually find on the streets. But he sensed that this person is much more powerful than he could think.

Telamon scoffed to himself. Impossible. No one is stronger than the great Telamon. No one has managed to even defeat him. Not even the greatest swordsman could even lay a single slash on him.

He stared at some Builderman's other features. His legs, body and jawline are all perfect. His eyes, and neck...

"Hey, are you done? You've been staring at me for like...minutes now." Builderman spoke clearly feeling a bit uneasy with the sudden stare by Telamon.

Telamon snapped out of his thoughts. Why the hell does he have to admire the darn Mortal for so long?! Now he looks like a total fool!

"Forget about it." Telamon turned around as if wanting to walk away. But the sudden thud immediately made him turn around.

Builderman fucking fell again from trying to escape. Or that's what Telamon is seeing right now.

"W-wait! You can't just leave me here! Come on!" Builderman yelled.

Of course, technically he could just use his admin panel to escape but with his hands tied up from behind. He's a little bit powerless in this situation.

And besides, perhaps he could learn and maybe talk more with this Telamon guy a little more?

"No. You shall stay there until I feel like getting you out." Telamon spoke and walked away. Which pissed Buidlerman a little bit he didn't say anything as the god left.

Whatever. Buidlerman muttered to himself. He looked around for ways to untie his hand and find a seemingly sharp spot for him to cut the rope on his wrists.

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Somewhere, in the Roblox HQ...

Dusekkar sat calmly inside the Roblox HQ's library. Gently flipping the pages while humming some sort of children's lullaby.

The atmosphere inside was calm and warm at the same time. It was definitely a great time to read something while it's currently break time.

Though it's been a great day for Dusekkar, it unfortunately doesn't last long.

The doors of the library were slammed open by a panicked clockwork and Doombringer. Which startled the poor pumpkin for life.

"Clockwork? Doom? What's going on-"

"DUSEKKAR! BUILDERMAN IS GONE! WHAT DO WE DO?! WERE SO DOOMED! DOOMED!" clockwork yelled as he began sobbing onto Dusekkar's thighs. Which made him more concerned.

Dusekkar looked at Doombringer wanting an explanation for this random situation.

Doombringer scratches his head and tries to explain the situation.

"So me, Clockwork and Builderman went to the pizzeria place to catch this hacker. But then uh...when we split up and came back suddenly Builderman disappeared. According to Clockwork, he did hear Builderman say something like "No! Wait!" Or something."

Dusekkar listened carefully and nods. "Well, I'm sure he'll come back... We just need to give him some time alright? He's a CEO after all." Dusekkar spoke calmly not wanting to scare Clockwork.

Clockwork sighed and laid his head comfortably onto Dusekkar's thighs. "Yeah...you're right. But even a CEO can get hurt too y'know?" Clockwork frowned.

Dusekkar shrugged. "We'll just wait and see. If he takes too long then we'll investigate alright? He's probably just put there busying himself with other stuff."

Doombringer gently patted Clockwork's head. "Yeah bud. He'll be fine, maybe he went to take a vacation somewhere."

"Yeah, somewhere in heaven where he died."

Clockwork's head was immediately smacked by Doombringer.

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Back in "SFOTH"...

After freeing himself for an hour straight, he stood up and immediately opened the door to escape.

Which then leads to a tall staircase.

Gosh damn it.

After a few minutes of running up the stairs, while gasping for air...he began walking around to what looks like a haunted mansion. Or Castle.

Everything looked like what a horror movie is supposed to look like when you move in a mansion that had multiple warnings of random deaths.

But the place was gorgeous though.

The wide windows, candles lit up on the walls and the paintings...

Oh, the paintings.

Most of the paintings only show Telamon himself in multiple poses. Some were awful but some were surprisingly good.

He stopped at a certain painting wanting to take a closer look.

It was Telamon sitting on his throne that he saw earlier while being praised by a bunch of Robloxians. The people looked happy as if they were grateful for having a god as powerful as him.

But Telamon? His face didn't show any hints of emotion.

Builderman thought to himself. Is it a forbidden thing for God's to show any emotions to any Mortal? Or is he just too embarrassed to show it?

Why would a god like him be embarrassed to just smile a little?

Builderman stared at it for another couple of seconds and walked away while the question still remained inside his curious mind.

He then walked in on what seemed like the kitchen and saw a blue wizard busy cooking.

Which then Builderman walked up to the kitchen wizard and tried to ask a question. "Have you seen uh...what's his name again...ah. Telamon."

The kitchen wizard stopped and looked at the figure behind him and shrugged. "Dunno. I haven't seen Master Telamon today." He spoke as he continued with his cooking.

Builderman sighed and began walking away from the kitchen.

He walked,

And walked,

And walked.

...

Then, he stopped as he saw a room he hadn't explored yet. Sure, it's wrong for him to randomly barge into people's rooms but he's too tired to care at this point.

As he walked inside, he was greeted with a lavish bedroom. With large curtains, carpets and a large...bed.

Why the fuck is it so big. Builderman thought to himself. If he were to guess, it could fit up to 4 or 5 people in it even.

Builderman then chose to ignore it and continued to look around.

From his surroundings, he could probably tell it's Telamon's room with the amount of dramatic carvings onto the walls and a few feathers onto the floor which matches the colour of Telamon's wings.

But he still looked around anyway trying to find Telamon. Maybe he's hiding under the bedsheets? Or perhaps he's outside? Maybe he's...

"Perhaps chaining you on dungeon walls is better than whatever the hell you're doing right now." Telamon suddenly spoke behind Builderman which surprised him.

But before Builderman could say anything, he was then suddenly pushed onto the wall harshly. He tried to push him and maybe run away but both of Telamon's wings immediately blocked his way and plus his strength, Builderman couldn't do anything.

Telamon almost laughed seeing Builderman struggle to push him off. He always enjoyed seeing his victims struggle. The way they would scream and plead for their lives is like a pure lullaby to his ears.

He then pulled out his sharpened claws and began strangling Builderman with it. Ready to end his life.

Builderman yelped from the sudden attack. "Ack-! What the fuck...! Stop! Stop it!" Builderman yelled which made the God stare at him slowly smiling from seeing Builderman struggling to breathe.

So then his nails then dug deeper. Deep enough to draw blood.

Builderman grunt as he felt Telamon's hands strangling his neck even harder. Even as an immortal being, he could already feel death coming right at him already.

"Well, you- ugh! Look...! Like you're ALWAYS free! Free-!" Builderman yelled while trying to free his neck from Telamon's gripping hands.

He couldn't understand why Telamon suddenly wanted him dead. Did he pissed him off today? Or is it because he followed him to this place? Either way, killing him because of those reasons sounds stupid.

Telamon scoffed. "Does it matter? Why you mortals care so much whether I'm available or not?" Telamon spoke but at the same time was confused by the sudden blabbering.

Sure, whenever he killed his victims, they would sometimes try to plead for mercy for their life. But sometimes the only things that come out of their mouth are random crying and words that he could not understand.

"I-I came here to offer you something! A-a job!" Builderman choked.

Telamon stopped and stared at Builderman in disbelief. Which he then let go of his grip making Builderman fall to the floor.

"Why the hell would I want a job? I'm a god." Telamon frowned clearly offended by Builderman's words and wiped off the blood of his hands onto his clothes.

Builderman gasped for air as Telamon gave him a bit of space to breathe. His hands began checking his neck that was bleeding. But he didn't pay much attention to it and focused on Telamon.

Builderman then took another breath and spoke. "What I mean is, I need help. From you." Builderman spoke his voice raspy. "I...I saw how capable you are when you defeated those Hackers easily. So I...need your help."

Telamon stared at the person in front of him a bit surprised. He thought Builderman would be on his knees and begging to be freed or something.

Not asking for help.

But of course, he was curious since Builderman technically stalked him here just to ask for help and doesn't look like he's asking more than that.

"Why do you specifically want me to help you? And what makes you think I'll help you?" Telamon walked forward looking down on Builderman his wings spread open not wanting him to escape.

Builderman laid his back onto the wall tiredly. "Well, I've read an article where you once saved Robloxia's neighbourhood by a dangerous hacker. And I'm surprised that you have the power almost as an admin." Builderman praised.

Telamon began to process what Builderman had just said. "Ah...that hacker? Oh I wasn't intended to save Robloxia's neighbourhood. I just want to play with him." Telamon causally shrugged.

 

Which then Builderman frowned. "By play you mean...?"

"Learning how his script works and torture him if he won't speak. But unfortunately, he didn't last as long as I hoped. He was weak." Telamon spoke which made Builderman's face turn to concern and worry.

Sure, whenever he went out to catch a few hackers...he would at first talk to them and if they really wanted to change, he would let them go with a warning since he doesn't have the heart to immediately ban them.

Unless if they didn't learn their lesson, THEN he will send them to Banlands. But after hearing Telamon's confession, he doesn't really know how to respond.

He wanted to tell Telamon that doing all this is wrong and he could literally ban him to make sure he won't continue to murder random lives again. But at the same time, he wants Telamon to help him out.

Hm decisions, decisions...

"Do you...Just randomly murder whoever you want?" Builderman asked.

Telamon then began to think about Builderman's question. "I would only capture those who I think are strong and powerful. I usually pay no mind to the weak ones. I wouldn't say I would randomly kill them, I technically would watch them from afar for some time before choosing which one I want."

Oh great. He's a murderer AND a stalker. Good job Builderman. Instead of wanting to find a new worker, he ends up with a psychopathic god. Just great.

But people can change right? Everyone can change. Builderman nervously smiled to himself.

"Well then...are you willing to help me?" Builderman asked.

Telamon looked at Builderman eyes filled with boredom. "What for? It's not like I'll get anything in return. Everything you have I already owned them. All in my place." Telamon spoke his voice filled with pride.

Builderman began to think for a bit. There must be at least something that he didn't have. "Well, do you have an admin panel?" Buidlerman asked.

Telamon's upper wings perked up probably interested. "Ah, I've heard of those before...only a chosen admin is given those things to ban people." Builderman nods. At least Telamon does have some knowledge about it.

"Why? Are you telling me you're an admin too?" Telamon stared at Builderman as if not believing that Builderman might be an admin from the sudden question about the Admin panel.

Builderman clapped his hands "Good job. You figured it out quick. I'm proud of you." Builderman spoke sarcastically although he was surprised that Telamon didn't know.

No wonder he didn't hesitate to choke him to death.

Telamon frowned by Builderman's Sarcastic reply. But at least he didn't immediately stab Builderman with his sword this time. He stared at Builderman as he pulled out his admin panel to heal the scar on how neck. The way Builderman effortlessly tapped onto it and healed his scar perfectly...

Telamon knew he needed it.

The way it'll probably make his life easier or perhaps it'll make him stronger even! Sure, as a god he already got everything. Wealth, power and himself. (Self love) But the admin panel...the way Builderman is just taps on it interests him.

But he wouldn't admit that he wanted it of course, a god wouldn't beg for something. He'll look like a fool.

He stared at the admin panel quietly until Builderman put it away. Which made him feel disappointed.

Builderman then realised this and pulled out his admin panel again. Telamon's upper wings slightly twitched which definitely showed how interested He was with it. Builderman almost laughed seeing him like this.

Like a cat's ear when the can of food was opened.

It's quite funny if he were to compare Telamon with a cat. He doesn't show his emotions, always cocky and prideful. But whenever there's something he wants, he won't say it but instead his body language would give out hints.

"How about this. You work for me, and I'll give you, your own admin panel." Builderman smiled.

Telamon stared at him surprised and confused. "What? What do you mean you'll give me my own admin panel?"

Telamon then began thinking for a few seconds.

"Are you...the creator of the admin panel?" Telamon asked. It can't be true right?

Builderman nods. "Yeah."

Telamon frowned. Impossible. How could the creator of the exclusive item be this guy?! Impossible. "Stop bluffing. You look too homeless to be the creator of this...thing."

Builderman sighed. This is the 17th time someone has every critique of his own clothes. Is it that bad that he prefers to be more simple?? It's just a hoodie with a Construction hat That's all!

"Well, believe it or not I created it with my own hands." Builderman slowly stood up and pulled out a newly made admin panel.

Just for him.

Telamon stared at it. He wanted to just snatch it off Builderman's hands and kill him immediately. But he knew that Builderman is probably not some regular mortal if he has the ability to create this stuff.

Telamon scoffed. But seeing someone else with the strength just like him sparked something in him. The spark that doesn't usually appear regularly.

Usually, whenever he's bored...he would sometimes seek out random hackers to fight or play with. Seeing them with their ability to crash out some servers intrigued him.

But unfortunately for him whenever he managed to capture one, Telamon with his brutal strength would try to force them to fight him until they would bleed out and die.

As they were nothing but little playthings for him.

So seeing another person who probably is stronger than him interests him greatly. But he doesn't want to fight Builderman. Yet. He wants something more. He just... couldn't name it yet.

Telamon crossed his arms. "Fine. I'll help you."

Builderman smiled and immediately pulled out a few documents and a pen. "Alright, sign this and this one too. Put your name and everything else. Your job starts next week."

Telamon stared at the documents in disbelief and frustration. He's a god! Not some random office slave!

But he ends up finishing the documents anyway in about 30 minutes and shoving it back to Builderman. "Done. Now give it to me."

Builderman carefully read the signed documents from Telamon. "Give you what exactly?" He asked.

Telamon frowned. Is he playing dumb or is he just stupid? Or maybe he's just testing him. "You know what I want Builderman."

Builderman looked at Telamon surprised that he finally said his name instead of calling him a mortal. That's probably a great start for their relationship.

Builderman then pulled out the newly made admin panel. "You mean this?"

Telamon went silent.

Builderman stared at him for a few seconds and chuckled. "Do you want it or...?"

Seeing Telamon's angered expression makes Builderman want to tease him even more. But of course, he doesn't want to anger the poor god even more.

He then handed Telamon the admin panel.

Although Telamon didn't say anything about it the way his upper wings fluttered with excitement makes him happy for some reason.

Builderman then looked at his phone. It's already late. He should probably go back now. "Alright, meet me at my office in the Roblox HQ next week alright? I'll be waiting for you."

Telamon didn't say anything but Builderman knew he was listening. Builderman simply waved him goodbye before teleporting back to the roblox HQ.

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"BUILDERMAN! OMG DUSEKKAR! DOOMBRINGER! BUIDLERMAN IS ALIVE OMG OMG OMG!!!"

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Next week...

Roblox HQ. 8.17 am

It was another busy day inside Roblox HQ. The admins are now either busy chatting with each other while some already went out to do their job. From Builderman's orders of course.

Inside the break room, (a place for admins to take a break) Clockwork sipped his hot cocoa tiredly. After staying up all night just to catch a hacker on the loose, just for him to realise that it was just a random npc glitching out badly.

The rest looked no different. Dusekkar has been staring at the same page of his book for an hour. Doombringer on the other hand, has been staring at the ceiling muttering random words like he was possessed.

Everyone looked like hell. But none of them dared to complain because they knew Builderman had probably gone through worse just for them.

That's why they were determined to help Builderman as much as they can when he's in trouble!!! (Even though he's literally the CEO)

Clockwork then laid back onto the couch with a sigh. "You guys wanna like...eat or something? I'm kinda hungry for some takeout." Clockwork asked his stomach already grumbled for some food.

Dusekkar snapped out from his book and took off his glasses before putting it away. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Perhaps I can call Taph to join us too." Dusekkar smiled.

Clockwork then turned to Doombringer and shook his arms. "Do you want some too Doom? I'll pay." Clockwork spoke which then Doombringer replied with a nod too tired to respond with words.

"Alrighty! I'll order us a bucket of fried chicken, pizza, and maybe some cheesy fries! And 2 Large lemonade...!" Clockwork spoke excitedly and pressed the order button.

Dusekkar chukled. "That's a lot for four people Clockwork, so you really think we can finish it all?" Clockwork then shook his head. "Nope! The rest is for Builderman of course! That's if he even wants to eat..."

Even when they've worked for Builderman for years, they have barely seen Builderman eat something for the past few months. Which worries them a bit. But at the same time, Builderman is technically immortal so they don't question him much about it.

After a few minutes of waiting, the door then suddenly open.

"Ah, put the food on the table. Than-"

Clockwork stared at the random bird man in front of him. "Wait. Have I seen you before...?"

Clockwork then stared at the figure in front of him for a few seconds and immediately gasped. "WOAH! Doom look! It's the god guy Builderman's been looking for!" Clockwork squealed while his fingers jabbed at Telamon as if he was pointing at a celebrity.

Telamon froze. His eyes twitch.

Doombringer then came in and chuckled tiredly before pulling Clockwork away. "Careful, you're gonna scare him away before Builderman even gets to see him."

Clockwork laughed. "Scare him? Doom he's a GOD! What scares a god anyway?" Clockwork practically giggled like a child as he began to circle Telamon with zero sense of boundaries.

"Dangg! Look at these wings! So cool! Wait can you fly like Dusekkar or something? Can you glow in the dark? Ooh what's that on your hea-"

Telamon snapped as Clockwork's hand began to reach his upper wings. "Don't you dare lay those filthy fingers on me." Telamon spoke sharply his face filled with disgust.

Clockwork squeaked but his grin then grew wider. "Ahh! Doom he's so cool! No wonder Builderman has been searching for him for so long!"

Doombringer, didn't flinch by the sudden warning from Telamon. He then calmly spoke. "Listen. Uh...were gonna have to ask you a few questions before you can proceed further..."

Telamon's eyes narrowed. "Builderman asked me to meet me in his office. And you two dare to stop me and get in my way..?"

Doombringer shrugged. "Well, were just gonna make sure you're legit y'know? Don't want random people barging inside Builderman's office randomly."

Clockwork then excitedly pulled out a few papers while almost leaning a little too close to Telamon. "So, oh dear almighty...tell me. What is your weakness? Cold weather? Water? Long words?"

Telamon's wings flared up out of frustration causing the papers on top of the table to scatter on the floor. "I do NOT wish to speak with you and this...bucket."

Clockwork sighed dreamily as he held onto Doombringer's arm. "Damn, he's so cool. Wish I was a half bird sometimes..." Doombringer simply sighed like a babysitter with a toddler.

"I am NOT a half bi-"

Suddenly, the elevator sound was heard. Buidlerman stepped out coffee in one hand and a few documents on the other. His eyes then laid upon the scene in front of him.

A furious god, excited child and a calm bucket.

"Mind explaining to me what is going on?" Builderman spoke tiredly.

Clockwork smiled as he saw Builderman "Boss! The god guy came! We're just making sure he's not evil or anything."

Builderman glanced at Telamon who still has that offended look on his face and back at the excited Clockwork. "Eh, he's always evil anyway no need to test him out."

Telamon growled. "You dare to insult-"

"Not insult." Builderman cut him off. "Just a few guesses and observations. Now come on. You gotta sign a few things before you become an official admin." Builderman walked away.

Telamon simply grumbled but followed Builderman anyway.

"Good luck God guy!!" Clockwork cheered.

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Builderman's office was quiet. Only the sound of the AC blasting on a low temperature was heard. His office wasn't as messy as before. Thanks to Dusekkar for helping him out with it.

He sat there flipping a few documents trying to find the right paper. "I think you can sit down now."

Telamon frowned. "I do not sit." Telamon spoke proudly while glaring at the chair beside him as if sitting down means it would be him being submissive.

Builderman sighed and pulled out a few papers and placed it onto the table for Telamon to sign. "Well then you shall stand. But you still need to sign this."

Telamon rolled his eyes then lowered his gaze towards the paper. Name, age, date of birth etc. it was insulting. Infuriating for Telamon. "Can't believe I've been lowered to...this. Random ink scratches on a paper."

Builderman sipped his coffee slowly before placing it down. "Well unfortunately, rules are rules after all. Even gods need to fill out paperwork sometimes."

Telamon began reading through the papers carefully and scowled. "Strength? Tch, I have ruled nations, killed many many people who dare to get in my way and I-"

"Despise Mornings. Yes I know..." Builderman spoke calmly while he typed in a few things on his computer.

Telamon stared at Builderman. "You dare to mock me?"

Builderman shook his head. "Nope. Just listing a few things. Strength: Flashy entrance Weakness
:Pride anything else you'd like to add?" Builderman spoke.

Telamon flared up his wings out of anger. "You dare to insult my strength you pathetic little-"

Builderman cut him off with a sigh. "Listen. If your gonna help me by getting this job. If you can't even sign a few papers then how would I trust you to handle bug reports?"

Builderman then leaned onto his chair "Besides, the other admins had already done this and they didn't even argue one bit. They just sign and get the job. That's if they're qualified for it or course."

There was a long terrible silence.

Telamon's jaw clenched. His pride is screaming for him to strangle the person in front of him and burn the building down till it turns to ash. But at the same time, there's something In him that was preventing him from doing so.

With a groan, he reluctantly sat down and took a pen before grabbing the form to sign. "Fine. But I will not sign this in mortals letters. Instead, I'll carve my name only with the language where only the gods will understand..."

Builderman simply nods and slides him a plate of donuts. "As long as I can read it then it's fine."

Telamon stared at the donut in front of him and secretly, he took it before storming off the office.

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The door of Builderman's office slammed shut as Telamon walked out of it frustrated. Other employees scurried away in fear as they saw Telamon walking not daring to get in his way.

"Stupid mortal. Stupid Builderman. Stupid..." Telamon muttered angrily as he took a bite of the donut he took. It had a surprisingly nice strawberry flavour and crunchy sprinkles.

Telamon then sat down onto the nearby couch while chewing on the donut aggressively. (Idk how you chew aggressively but yeah)

Clockwork was the first person to greet him. "Hey Doom! Look! He actually signed the papers and he's also eating a donut!" Clockwork squealed as he dragged Doombringer in the room.

Doombringer simply chuckled at the sight. "Well well, looks like you've done it huh? You look like you're signing a death contract rather than a job application."

Telamon simply stood up and immediately left not wanting to engage in any conversation with the two.

Suddenly, calm footsteps were heard following with a faint, warm scent drifted into the hallway. Spices, herbs and something soothing.

Dussekar walked in his expression calm while carrying a tray of what looks like a porcelain teapot and teacups plus a plate of cookies.

Dusekkar stared at Telamon who is already walking away his face unreadable then back at the admins. "Seems like he got the job. He looked thrilled."

Clockwork scoffed. "Thrilled? He looks like he's ready to summon a thunderstorm right here in this room!"

"Storms pass..." Dusekkar spoke as he placed the tray onto a nearby table while slowly poured three cups of tea. "And sometimes, gods tend to hide their tension inside them. All they need is a place to calm it down..."

Doombringer chuckled before sitting down onto the couch and took the tea before taking a sip. "You want to try calm him down? Pft, I wish you luck then Dusekkar."

Dussekar simply took a cup of tea "luck won't do much in this situation, but I hope tea will do." He then began walking where Telamon had stormed off.

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Telamon had walked until the far end of the HQs office. Not wanting to get involved with any mortals.

"Strength: Pride. Hah! What a joke. Funny Builderman. Funny..." Telamon spoke through gritted teeth. How could that Gray skinned construction worker looking insults him like that.

Suddenly a figure began approaching him which he then immediately flared up his wings in defence. His claws ready to strangle whoever was following him.

Dusekkar simply stared at the bird man surprised. But then suddenly let out a chuckle.

"You gods really love attacking random things whenever you want huh?" Dussekar spoke while handing Telamon a cup of tea he had poured for him earlier.

Telamon's expression turned to disgust upon seeing the cup of tea Dussekar was handing to him. He didn't took it as he was busy judging it.

"Your handing me this...boiled water with leaves?" Telamon scoffed feeling as if he was mocked by the calm pumpkin in front of him.

Dusekkar didn't budge "With lemon, sugar and tea. Most people call it ice lemon tea, but I unfortunately don't have any ice right now." Dussekar smiled.

Telamon simply scanned the tea in Dusekkar's hand and snatched it. It had a nice, sugary warm scent to it which infuriated him. Why can't it be something poisonous so he could have a reason to carve this pumpkin guy's head with his sword?!

He glanced at Dusekkar's warm and genuine smile. Why the hell is a blue pumpkin suddenly being kind to him? Telamon muttered to himself as he took a sip of the tea.

 

It was nice. Suspiciously nice.

 

He took another.

 

Then another.

 

Mm...

 

Telamon silently studied Dusekkar from the corner of his eyes. Dusekkar doesn't seem harmful, in fact he's just standing beside him while admiring the outside world from the Roblox HQ's windows.

Telamon always has been annoyed
when it comes to Mortals or any other Robloxians simply because they were powerless and useless. But when it comes to Dusekkar those thoughts just suddenly vanish in an instant.

Or maybe those thoughts were gone since Dusekkar ISN'T a mortal nor a normal Robloxian.

Telamon stared at the empty teacup from his hands. Which he then hands it back to Dusekkar not wanting to look at him in the eyes.

"You're not... intolerable." Telamon muttered.

Dusekkar took the teacup from Telamon's hands. "Quite a high praise from the almighty...* Dusekkar teased.

Before Telamon could fight back, Builderman walked in coffee in hand looking tired as usual.

"Seems like you're getting comfortable already. That's nice." Builderman spoke.

Telamon's wings flared up out of embarrassment. "Me? Getting comfortable? I-im not getting comfortable by this... glowing pumpkin..." Telamon hissed.

Builderman shrugged. "Really? You drinking tea while leaning onto the HQ window is just part of my imagination huh? You looked so peaceful there." Buidlerman took a sip of his coffee.

"You should be grateful you have random minion slaves protecting you or else I could've eaten you here with no hesitation and I would savour it every last moment of it." Telamon spoke his voice low enough only for him to hear it.

Builderman stared at Telamon trying to process either if he's hearing it correctly or he's just hearing things. "Pardon...?"

Telamon didn't reply immediately before walking away his wings now tucked in shut.

"Nothing."

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7: 47 am.

The sun began to rise as it spills warm light towards the HQ tower. It was a nice sight to see especially those who came to work early.

But of course, it's not like the workers came here to watch the sunrise.

The place was bustling with random admins and workers left and right holding random documents, some were answering calls while some busy checking new emails. Among them, a figure didn't belong.

Telamon sat onto his brand new office his posture already ruined as he sat down. His cloak spilled to the floor dramatically, his expression turned into a frown as he read the first form.

"I didn't mean to hack I swear! My cousin has cancer and I gotta pay her bills so I gotta hack n stuff!!"

Telamon's hands trembled with rage "Lies! What in the world did my eyes have to endure in this paper?! They should be punished in my castle and di-"

"Just stamp it..." Builderman spoke tiredly as he gently patted Telamon's shoulder to calm him down. Preventing him from yelling and disturbing the other admins.

Telamon froze. Builderman stood behind him his helmet tilted low with a hot cup of coffee in hand. Builderman then pointed at the red stamp in front of him.

Telamon's eyes then followed towards the red stamp and slowly, he picked it up and inspected it. It had the word "Denied" printed onto it.

He stared at the paper and back at the stamp. His wings then flared. "You...reduced justice to...a STAMP?!

Builderman sipped his coffee. "It's Monday Telamon. We don't have time to play around."

Telamon sputtered "I'm a god! I will not be chained to forms!" He yelled angrily almost knocking over a stapler over. "These pitiful begs of mercy are beneath me! I-"

"Good." Builderman interrupted. "Then the rest of them won't be too much work for you then." Builderman spoke as he slid down a file filled with more forms.

Telamon stared at the file and the stacks of Ban appeals he needs to review. For the first time in centuries, he was speechless.

Telamon thought that his job would be hunting those who had done wrong and torture then as he like. Not...this.

Builderman leaned in and tapped onto another form "You see this? 90 percent of the time they would never change their behaviours believe me. The rest are mistakes we can catch up later on. So don't waste too much time on them." Buidlerman spoke.

"Just stamp and move on to the next one."

Telamon processed Builderman's words. He wanted to argue or maybe prove to him that he's wrong. But Builderman's words already stuck deep into his chest.

He then let out a sharp frustrated exhale then picked up the red stamp. DENIED he slammed it onto the paper.

It was...oddly satisfying. It felt like he didn't have to do anything else rather than this.

Builderman gave him a nod of approval. "See? It's that easy. You'll get the hang of it just fine." Builderman began walking away with his coffee. "Welcome to your first day Telamon. Good luck."

Telamon stared at him. Heat was burning in his chest out of embarrassment but at the same time something else was hiding underneath those hatred feelings that he wouldn't dare to name it.

What even is about Builderman that made him so curious that he got a job? He could be out there doing his usual stuff but for some reason he still signed the darn job application and stayed.

He then stared at another form in front of him.

"Ok so, I didn't mean to hack but like you gotta understand that in 1984-"

DENIED.

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The sun had long dipped past the windows, painting the office in fading gold. Most of the employees there already went home while some stayed for unfinished work.

The place was quiet. Only the sound of lights buzzing and the AC gentle whirring was heard.

And there, Telamon was still on his desk the stack of ban appeals was nearly gone. His cloak now messy his posture now probably worse.

He continued picking up the red stamp. DENIED he slammed onto the paper. He was surprisingly sort of enjoying it. But then again, doing it for hours in a day does drain him out even as a god.

A figure walked towards his direction Telamon's eyes immediately glanced towards them. It was Builderman. Very surprising.

Builderman silently watches the stacks of finished forms and Telamon still holding onto the stamp in his hand and a faintest smile was seen onto his face.

"You didn't storm off...I'm impressed." He spoke.

Telamon scoffed and grumbled from his words and pressed the stamp onto the paper with more pressure. But for some reason he felt different from the compliment.

Pride? No. It was something else. Just something.

Builderman began inspecting some of the finished forms Telamon had done. It was done completely perfectly. Well almost. But it definitely didn't look like a beginner did it.

"You did well for someone that claims they hated mortal pleading." Builderman chuckled.

Telamon ignored Builderman's words. "These mortals waste their time and energy for forgiveness they do not deserve. I'm simply giving them justice swiftly and efficiently." Another stamp.

Builderman hid the faintest smirk on his face. "Uh-huh...the god of efficiency here I see..."

If Telamon's glare could kill, Builderman would be laughing in the afterlife right now.

Builderman simply patted his back gently. "Alright... you've done enough for the day, let's get you some food." Builderman sneered.

Telamon froze from his words and gave him a look. His feather bristling. "Food?" He then scoffed like he was mocked. "Gods do not require any food like any mortal."

Builder shrugged. "Well then you can watch. Well not watch me eat, but you can maybe walk around instead of being cramped in this place all day. It's not good for you."

Telamon straightened, his temper blazing. "I refuse to dine in greasy halls with loud chattering mortals! And I have to eat their bland tasteless-"

Builderman was already walking towards the elevator calmly. "There's fried chicken a few blocks away. Best in town."

Telamon's wings twitched. He opened his mouth to argue further but then closes it back, his feet betraying him by walking towards Builderman's direction while mumbling random incoherent words.

As they reached the lobby, Builderman pressed the button. After a few seconds, the elevator door slid open. Builderman then stepped inside, turned around and said. "Coming?"

Telamon wanted to turn around and walk away or maybe fly back to his castle to feast on souls like any god (or demonic beings) would. But the way Builderman's tone was when he spoke to him...

It's like he already decided that Telamon would join him.

Telamon huffed. Frustrated but stepped inside anyway.

"I will not partake in your feast. I will simply...watch. From afar." Telamon murmured.

Builderman pressed the elevator button, unfazed. "That's fine." A pause. "But I bet you'll try it anyway." He spoke.

Telamon glared, his wings folded tight behind his back. Not out of anger but something dangerously close to... anticipation.

Or maybe, excitement?
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The neon sign buzzed overhead: RFC (ROBLOXIA'S FRIED CHICKEN). Grease scented air wafted out the door as Builderman pushed it open. The place was busy since it was dinnertime.

Laugher and chatter filled the booths, baskets of golden chicken in every table. Random kids giggling and yelling inside the indoor playground.

Telamon froze on the doorway. His wings now tucked carefully behind his back. His feathers twitched in horror. "You...you brought me," he said slowly voice dripping with venom.

"To a house of cannibalism." He gritted.

Builderman glanced back at him. "I'm not bringing you here to fry you..." He chuckled. "We're just here to eat fried chicken not gods. They don't serve those here."

"Can't you see that I'm winged!" Telamon growled as he flared his wings. "This is barbaric mockery!" He scowled.

Builderman ignored his outburst and walked towards the counter anyway. "Two combos, extra crispy with two large fries. Plus two bloxy cola."

Telamon stood still clearly offended from being ignored. A child from a group of family next booth were talking to their mother "Mommy, look at the cute chicken!"

Before Telamon could yell, he was already dragged to an empty booth by Builderman. "Sit." Buidlerman spoke.

Telamon stared at the seat and scoffed. "I will not sit down and indulge in this... blasphemy!" Telamon crossed his arms. "Gods do not lower themselves to feast upon their own kind..."

The food then came. Steaming baskets of golden fried chicken, piles of crispy large fries plus tiny little dipping sauces. Builderman picked up a drumstick and tore it slowly.

Telamon glared from the delicious scent being forced onto him as if begging for him to try for a bite. He then reluctantly sat down but continued to stare.

"Mortals.." Telamon muttered. "Grease onto their lips, crumbs onto their hands and table. What a pathetic sight."

Builderman didn't say anything. He continued to tear off another piece before popping it into his mouth chewing them, slowly savouring the flavour.

The smell then grew stronger. Crispy, savoury and perfectly spiced. Telamon's stomach oh that traitor, gave out the faintest growl. He simply pretended a cough while laying back stiffly to cover the sound.

Builderman then finally spoke his voice calm as ever. "Go on. The food isn't gonna fight back y'know?"

Telamon growled. "I refuse-"

"Then starve." Builderman spoke while taking another bite of the chicken.

Telamon's pride was battling with the scent in his nose. This might be the first time he regretted ever having such a sensitive sense of smell as the man across him casually took another bite as if teasing him.

The crisp sound of the chicken being bitten and the juices leaking it from it makes him want to snap the table under him in half. Finally, his hand snatched a wing piece before taking a bite.

Crispy, juicy, tender and definitely heavenly.

Telamon froze by the sudden burst of flavour in his mouth. He lowered the wing to make himself look more composed.

"It is...decent." Telamon muttered.

Builderman let out a smirk as he took a fry. "Yeah?"

Telamon took another bite, this time bigger. "Passable."

By the end of the meal, both of the baskets were empty. Builderman leaned back feeling satisfied. Telamon on the other hand stared at the empty basket and back at Builderman.

"Hand me the object you use to store mortal currency." Telamon spoke.

Builderman glanced at Telamon before pulling out his wallet from his pocket and handed it to him. "This? My wallet?"

Telamon immediately snatched it without hesitation before standing up and walking towards the counter.

Minutes later, he came back with a bucket of fried chicken with sauce packets.

He placed it onto the table before sitting down. Builderman simply stared at him and smirked.

"Don't make me skin your face off." Telamon glared.

Builderman shrugged. "Didn't I pay for it though?"

Telamon ignored him and immediately ripped open the bucket, his upper wings twitched from the scent poured out. His hands were already reaching for a drumstick when the sound of the door jingled open was heard.

"HELL YEA! Dooms paying let's goo!"

Builderman didn't bother to look. Telamon on the other hand froze by the familiar voice. His eyes narrowed slowly as Clockwork bounced inside the shop while Doombringer followed calmly behind.

Unfortunately for Telamon, Clockwork spotted them instantly. "Wait is that...BUILDERMAN?! A-AND TELAMON?!" Clockwork yelled his voice carried across the place.

"The god of pride himself... eating fried chicken?" Doombringer let out a chuckle.

"Silence worm." Telamon spoke frustrated. The chicken bone in his hand almost snapping in his grip.

Clockwork immediately sprinted towards their booth his eyes locked on the bucket of fried chicken in Telamon's grasp. "Whattt! And your not even sharing? Come on give me one!"

He tried reaching for the bucket, which then earned him a smack on the hand from Telamon himself. "Touch this feast again and I won't hesitate to smite you where you stand."

Clockwork let out a dramatic gasp while clutching his hand. "Ah! Abused! I, I've been abused by a god!" He immediately tried again. "But seriously though, just one wing-"

Telamon stood up and raised the bucket high with his hands angrily. "I do NOT share! Especially not with these noisy rodents who-"

Meanwhile, Doombringer was busy ordering at the counter. Minutes later, he came back with a tray with their fried chicken combo. Without a word, he then pulled Clockwork from the back of his hoodie. Dragging him away.

"H-hey! Doom! Let me go! Telamon's hogging all of the crispy parts!!" Clockwork yelped.

"You've got your own..." Doombringer said flatly not even looking at him as he pulled him towards their booth.

Builderman rested his chin onto his hand with a faint smile. "You'll get along someday..."

Telamon scoffed, shoving another piece of chicken in his mouth. "I hate this place."

Clockwork continued with his whining in the background while Doombringer shoved a chicken leg inside his mouth.

"Ughh! But Doom! His chicken is way bigger than mine! And more juicier too! I can practically smell how crispy it is from here!" Clockwork spoke while chewing on his chicken.

"Just eat what you already got..." Doombringer spoke not glancing up from his tray, too busy eating his food.

At Builderman's booth, Telamon sat stiffly,.holding onto the bucket of fried chicken like a dragon protecting their treasures. He eyed the admins from behind and back at Builderman.

"This is your doing..." He hissed under his breath as he angrily took a bite of his chicken. "You sent your slaves here to mock me."

Builderman unbothered, chewing quietly on fries simply stared at him. "They're not my slaves, and Clockwork has always been like that since the beginning. Always joking around with no filter whatsoever. It's not personal."

Telamon slammed the bucket down with a frown. "It is personal! I just know it! Do you not see the way they sneered? How they look at me with their mortal eyes, expecting me to fall, to-"

"Telamon." Builderman's voice cut through.

Telamon stopped mid rant. His eyes blinked. Surprised by the sudden change of tone.

"They're just people..." Builderman leaned back, his helmet slightly tilted. "They'll joke around and maybe a tease or two and the next day they'll move on to something else. That's how things work here."

Telamon's wings twitched. His wings half spread like he wanted to argue. But he couldn't come up with anything. So instead, he muttered. "Well, I don't like it."

Builderman let out a faint smile. "Well, you don't have to like it. You just have to...get used to it."

For a moment of silence, Telamon dug his hand into the bucket again, and aggressively bit a wing.

Across the restaurant, Clockwork spotted it and immediately yelled. "DOOM! DOOM LOOK! HES GOING FOR ROUND THREE AND DIDN'T EVEN SHARE! THAT FUCKING FATA-"

Doombringer immediately shoved a biscuit in his mouth.

Builderman almost out a laugh while Telamon froze mid bite, his eyes narrowed. "What."

Builderman shook his head. "Nothing..." He spoke calmly. "I'm just glad you actually came here."

Telamon chewed slowly, still glaring at him. His pride screamed to deny it but the warm food, and the silly moments softened something in his chest.

"Whatever happens here, stays here." He muttered.

"Sure." Builderman said. "Whatever you say."

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The night air was cool when they stepped outside the restaurant. The city outside hummed with the sound of traffic and the occasional flicker from the streetlights.

Builderman walked with his usual calm pace. Both hands tucked inside his jacket pockets. Telamon simply followed him close from behind his cloak trailing dramatically.

For a long few minutes of walking, none of them spoke. Only the sounds of their footsteps filled the silence.

Finally, Builderman spoke. "You handle that surprisingly very well."

Telamon scoffed at his words. "Well? Those fools humiliated me. One of them tried to steal my feast as if I'm some sort of commoner from the streets."

"Yeah." Builderman spoke, unbothered. "And you didn't smite them."

Telamon blinked. "And...that's your measure of 'well?'"

Builderman shrugged. "It's progress, at least."

 

Telamon wanted to open his mouth to argue but the words tangled before it could escape his mouth. Instead, he folded his arms onto his chest wings puffed up. "Tch, Mortals...I only tolerate them because you command it."

Builderman let out a chuckle. "Sure Telamon...sure."

They continued walking, neon signs passing onto their faces. Telamon's face slowly softened just a fraction as he stared at the person beside him. Builderman looked...tired, as always.

But he was calm and steadied. As if nothing could rattle him. Which Telamon wouldn't admit it but it impressed him a little for some reason.

"Why...why do you..." Telamon started, but then stopped. He scowled before trying again. "Why do you extend yourself for me? Or for others. I'm not one of your servants, I owe you no loyalty."

Builderman went silent for a few seconds before he spoke. "I don't...need loyalty. Just effort"

"Effort." Telamon repeated as if it was a foreign word to him.

Builderman nodded. "You don't have to...like everyone you meet y'know? You don't have to like the work you're doing right now. Just show up, and try your best. That's all that matters to me."

Telamon went silent. The streetlight above them gently flickered casting a golden light onto both them. His pride battles with something else inside of him, something quieter. Something dangerously close to understanding.

When they reached a corner where their paths split, Builderman paused before looking at Telamon. "See you tomorrow then?"

Telamon rolled his eyes. "Hmph...I don't need to tell you whether I will be absent or not."

Builderman gave him a look, tired but amused. "Yeah yeah, see you tomorrow then."

Telamon's wings flared but he didn't argue. He simply watched as Builderman walked away. He then turned around and walked off to the night.

And even though he would deny it to his very last breath...

There was a faintest trace of a smile on his face.

Chapter Text

The office was quiet like any other day. Save from the scratching of pens and gentle clicks of keyboards. There, Telamon was busy with the Ban appeals stacked onto his desk.

His cloak was a mess and his wings were tucked behind his back, his expression bored like a bird trapped in a cage for a very long time.

It's been only a month of him working inside Roblox HQ. He has gotten more familiar with the place and hasn't been as hostile as before which was a good thing. (For Buidlerman)

Suddenly, Buidlerman came in with a few papers in hand. His helmet tilted low. "Telamon."

Telamon groaned but didn't look up. "Another stack? If so, I would like to request divine vengeance onto you."

Builderman ignored his jab "I managed to find the hacker that I've been searching for almost a week." He stepped closer and placed the papers onto Telamon's desk. The paper containing information about the hacker.

"Unfortunately, I'm very busy today so I'm assigning you to help me track him and capture him alive." Builderman spoke calmly.

The words immediately hit Telamon like sparks to dry kindling. His head snapped up, his wings spread wide, feather rustling with barely restrained excitement. "You're... releasing me?"

Builderman crossed his arms. "Releasing you to assist. Capture them, not kill. I want the target alive and conscious. Understand?"

Telamon stood up so quickly that his chair fell. His face formed into a grin. Sharp, predatory and dangerous. "At last, something to keep me out of this torturous boredom. A chance to show divine judgment to those-"

"Telamon." Builderman's tone was firm and tired. "Just...Capture him, bring him here. That's all I ask for."

Telamon simply waved a dismissive hand, already walking towards the door. "Yes yes, I understand. Capture and bring him back. I'm absolutely nothing if not obedient."

Builderman simply watched as the door closed and let out a worry sigh.

"That's...what I'm afraid of."

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The corruption took place in Brookhaven. A place for players to roleplay any characters or create families together with giant houses to stay in.

It was...a mess of course, and very different from it supposed to be an innocent role-playing game.

Random Buildings were exploding, player's glitching left and right. Some were screaming and yelling like what you would expect to happen in a disastrous moment.

The hacker stood on-top of the rooftop of the bank. Smirking proudly of their work. Or perhaps, abomination.

Ever since Brookhavens popularity plummeted, the hacker thought that the admins wouldn't mind if they caused a little trouble there. Just for fun of course.

Until the red glitchy sky suddenly began to fade, revealing a shining golden light through the clouds.

The hacker wasn't amused by the sudden dramatic presence as if they knew who was coming for him.

"So, they sent a god for me? How sweet... Have I been that bad to the point they had to send you? Or maybe they just put in the weakest one for me to play with?" The Hacker spoke his voice warped like a broken audio.

Telamon scowled as he landed onto the floor. The dramatic entrance earlier immediately forgotten. "Don't get cocky worm...your blasphemy ends now."

The hacker simply smiled and before Telamon knew it a swarm of red glitched constructs piled from the walls, random shards of codes twisting into giant monstrous beasts. The players inside the server were forced to turn into what looks like demonic beings already charging at Telamon.

Telamon's grin spread wide by the sight. "Finally..."

Telamon immediately surged forward, his cloak whipping like a storm. His wings then flared which sends a gust of searing wind that shattered the glass Buildings into pieces. One of the demonic beings tried to attack, which Telamon caught them by its throat and snapped its neck before throwing it away.

"Is this all your chaos amount to?" Telamon taunted as he walked closer slaying the other corrupted beings charging at him with his sword swiftly. "Child's play."

The hacker snarled and began typing furiously onto the command panel which caused the floor beneath them to tremble, lines of corruption code suddenly appeared and immediately bind both of the Gods legs.

For a second, the god was stunned. Second later, laughter was heard before he broke free, the chains shattering into sparks.

The hacker simply stared at him. Shocked. "The hell?! How did you-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Telamon was on him in an instant. His hand grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground with casual strength. His golden eyes burned into the hackers trembling face.

“You think those corruption of yours will make you untouchable?” His voice dripped venom, pride, hunger. “I am Telamon. An unmatched divine being. Compared to me, you are nothing but dust.”

The hacker tried to break free, random codes sparking violently, but Telamon only slammed him into the wall.

A smile suddenly plastered onto the God's face.

"Well mortal, you really put up a fight in me don't you?" Telamon took out his sword with his other hand, which he then pressed the tip of the sword onto his stomach. Slowly dragging it towards his torso.

It felt like decades since he hasn't done this. Torturing mortals as he pleased. Seeing them squirm underneath him...

Blood snaked down towards the hackers body. The hacker bit his lips trying to muffle his screams, his face showed a frown as if not wanting to back down.

Telamon paused for a few seconds. Admiring the blood dripping down to the floor, which his eyes then focused back onto the soft flesh in front of him.

With a grin, he rammed the sword deep inside, which the hacker would've collapsed immediately if not by Telamon's hands still gripping onto his neck tightly and pinned to the wall.

An inhumane scream ripped out from the hackers throat which followed by another as Telamon yanked the sword out harshly. Creating a pool of blood underneath.

Telamon simply admired the hacker. Tears already forming onto their eyes. Face filled with fear and horror. The hacker coughed out blood which spilled onto Telamon's arms.

Telamon didn't mind, as his eyes were already trailing onto something else.

His legs.

Telamon smirked. "Well, since you managed to bind both of my legs...you wouldn't mind if I just cut both of your legs right?" Telamon chuckled.

The hacker stared at him shocked but before he could plead for mercy, Telamon's sword was already stabbing one of his legs which smashed through his flesh and bone which earned Telamon an animalistic howl of pain and agony.

It was like music to his ears.

Just like the old days before...Builderman appeared.

Telamon's face turned into a scowl. Why the hell is he even thinking about that damned mortal? His hands gripped the sword tightly and began sawing the leg out of anger.

One of the poor hackers leg dropped to the floor with a thud. But Telamon wasn't happy, not satisfied.

He then threw the hacker across the floor.

His admin panel buzzed which a message appeared.

"Bring him back once you're done." -Builderman

Message from Builderman? Great.

Telamon turned back to look at the hacker already limping away trying his best to escape with his hacker panel. His fingers trembled as he struggled to type in commands from the pain on his body.

“Whatever, I'm sure Builderman will be pleased,” he said with mock sweetness as he began walking towards the hackers direction. “Though I doubt he’ll appreciate my… artistry.”

Telamon's hands immediately grabbed the hackers hair, dragging him back.

He then uses his admin panel to heal the wounds of the hacker while still grasping onto his hair, not letting him escape. The hacker simply whimpered by the harsh treatment.

Which then a few minutes later, the hacker was back to normal. No traces of blood, scars...nothing.

Telamon simply scoffed by the hackers shocked expression and spawned a portal which he then dragged the hacker along with him.

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Telamon immediately opened the door to Builderman's office not bothering to knock it. Which he then threw the hacker onto the floor right in front where Builderman could see.

Builderman turned around from his chair and stared at the trembling hacker in front of him. "What exactly did you bring me here Telamon?"

"Behold!" Telamon proudly announced as he pinned the hackers head down with his heels. (No, he does not wear heels) "The vermin is yours, delivered as promised. Just a little...shaken."

Builderman pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath and a long exhale. Slow and steady. "Telamon...what did we say about excessive force?"

Telamon shrugged. "Hey, I brought the weasel alive and conscious at least. Better than nothing."

The hacker whimpered beneath him.

Builderman stared at Telamon, now even more exhausted. Telamon simply preened his wings like a proud falcon. "You're on thin ice."

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The hacker was dragged away from the HQ with security, still screeching about 'winged demonic gods' Builder sat behind his desk helmet tilted low while rubbing his temple.

Telamon stood on the opposite side. His arms crossed, cloak flowing dramatically even with no wind.

"You destroyed lots...and I mean LOTS of buildings. Do you know how much would it even cost to fix it back?" Builderman spoke flatly not wanting to lash out. Yet.

"I captured the menace that dared to destroy your empire." Telamon shot back. "You, should be thanking me. All the mortals out there should be singing my praises."

"You set fire to a few Buildings for no reason."

"A little bit of smoke adds drama."

"You made a few people glitched out from the server from your power or whatever."

Telamon shrugged. "They'll be fine. They're not dead. Yet. At least I did manage to capture the target. Simple."

Builderman leaned back. Unimpressed and frustrated. "It's not that simple Telamon...You can't just unleash yourself like that in a populated area. We're trying to build order here. Not...terror."

Telamon's wings twitched. "Terror commands respect. Respect will ensure loyalty. You, of all people should-"

"Telamon." Builderman's voice cut clean through Telamon's rant. His tone wasn't sharp, just firm. Almost the same weight as a boss, not a rival.
"Reminder, this isn't your kingdom or Castle for you to play around. This is Roblox HQ, your workplace. You will follow the protocols or you're not going out again."

Telamon froze. his pride fighting with the sting of Builderman grounding...him.

Telamon's eyes narrowed. "So that is it? You leash me to a desk, then mock me with freedom and chain me back after I proved my worth?"

Builderman sighed. "You've proved that you can't be trusted alone. You at least need someone to supervise you."

And that was it. Telamon's jaw clenched with fury. For a moment, it looked like he would last out again or maybe explode but instead, he spun his heels his cloak snapping behind him.

"Very well then..." He growled, walking towards the door. "If my efforts aren't seen here, then I shall retreat to my castle where respect is still law."

The door slammed shut.

Builderman took a sip of his coffee. "He'll be back by morning."

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"Insufferable mortal." Telamon muttered under his breath as he began walking mindlessly inside roblox HQ. "To question my methods...to bind me in chains of paperworks.

"Having more trouble?"

The voice was calm, steady and familiar to Telamon's sharp ears. Telamon turned around only to see Dusekkar approaching to his direction sofly. His pumpkin head glowing faintly with its warm firelight.

Telamon scowled. "You..."

"Me." Dusekkar replied calmly with a smile his tone smooth and unbothered. "I hear the door slam from far away and came to check. Guess I was right, it was you."

Telamon huffed crossing his arms and looking away. Dusekkar then stared at him confused and curious. "Is something bothering your mind?"

Telamon went silent for a few seconds. Which then he spoke. "Builderman is simply...blind. His tactics are weak and very inefficient. A God's power wasted by restraint. If he were to unleash me properly, the enemies in this place would soon be gone immediately after a few days."

Dusekkar stopped beside him. Listening to his rants while watching the feathers shift restlessly on Telamon's wings. He stayed quiet. Letting the silence linger for a moment before answering.

"Maybe." He finally spoke."But Builderman doesn't like the idea of seeking victories through fear. Violence causes rebellion and Fear causes chaos. He prefers more of a... quieter solutions."

Telamon scoffed at his words and turned sharply at him. "Quieter solutions? Ha! Don't make me laugh...you call that mountains of paperwork solution? While those vermins out there multiply in the shadows, he arms his warriors with pens instead of swords?"

Dusekkar tilted his head slightly, the fire in his head flickered gently. "And yet...the world still spins. Servers run normally. Mortals out there still play, laugh and create. Isn't that the point?"

Telamon opened his mouth to argue, but stopped. His pride clawed onto him for defiance, yet the calm logic in Dusekkar's tone made him feel otherwise.

"Tch...you speak as if he were a saint." Telamon muttered, his voice low.

"I speak as the one who had watched him work for many years." Dusekkar spoke softly. "He doesn't fight to be feared. He fights to keep the people safe, even if it tires him. Especially if it tires him."

Telamon's wings lowered just a fraction. He looked away, his eyes now staring at the glowing windows of the HQ.

"Safe..." He repeated, the word tasting strange onto his tongue.

Dusekkar said nothing more. Quietly enjoying the silent company. After a moment, he reached into his robe and pulled out a small thermos. The scent of tea poured out as he unscrew the lid.

Telamon blinked, caught off guard. "You... seriously carry tea everywhere?"

"Of course...always." Dusekkar spoke as he poured into a cup and offered it to Telamon. "Especially for quiet days like this."

Telamon hesitated, not wanting to appear soft all for the sudden. But the calming smell managed to pull him and before he knew it, his hands suddenly took the cup from Dusekkar's.

His stared at the tea inside his cup, his mind blank.

Then back at the direction where he stormed off from Builderman's office.

He scowled and immediately chugged down the tea.

Chapter Text

Two days.

It's been two days since Telamon hasn't spoken to Builderman. Not out of restraint of course, but out of spite.

Every single time Telamon would walk past Builderman, his face would turn into a scowl and purposely bump onto him which Builderman simply would just stare at him surprised and confused.

Whenever the office was quiet and Builderman would walk inside, Telamon would purposely stamp the papers as loud as possible to annoy him.

And if Builderman wanted to grab something inside a room with Telamon inside, the god would then just spread his wings wide to block the poor construction workers path until he left.

But of course, at first Builderman didn't really care about it. He chose to ignore it thinking that Telamon is just being...Telamon.

But then came the "interpretations."

"Escort these hackers to Banlands. Their behaviours are getting out of hand." Builderman ordered.

And so Telamon did escort them away. By tying up all three and dragging them throughout the office like a prey caught in a talon. The other workers stared at him surprised some almost let out a laugh.

Builderman pinched his nose. "I mean walk them calmly. Stop dragging them across the floor. You're ruining the carpet..."

Telamon smirked. "What are you talking about? They are escorted. Calmly even." He continued to drag the hackers now slowly just to annoy Builderman.

The next day, Builderman gave him a simple task. Monitor the chat logs for spam bots. If he spotted one, delete them. Easy peasy.

At first, Telamon seemed to do the work just fine. Checking the chat logs one by one silently. Just doing his job like the good worker he is.

But when Builderman came back for a cup of coffee, he stared at Telamon whose face looked suspiciously relaxed. So he immediately walked towards him to see his work.

the chat logs were deleted. All of them.

"I removed the bots." Telamon said with a smirk as he laid back proudly showing his work.

Builderman stared at the computer screen and immediately began scrolling down. "You deleted everyone...?!" Builderman panicked.

He did in fact deleted the bots. In fact, he got too generous to the point he just had to delete the people inside there too.

Telamon shrugged in response. "They were being noisy. Mortals should learn how to stay silent for once. Y'know what they say, actions speak louder than words."

"By deleting the fu- i- Oh my- Gosh..." Builderman simply walked away frustrated and stressed out while Telamon smirked from behind. Clearly enjoying the sight of Builderman's stress.

By the third day, Builderman's patience was visibly thinning. He walked into the office late then his usual schedule, his helmet tilted weirdly and his coffee now lukewarm but still holding onto it like his life depended on it.

The office was more chaotic as ever. Chairs were stuck onto the ceiling. Clockwork yelling for help as his keyboard was randomly glowing divine light. Doombringer being confused on why the coffee machine was chanting"praise the almighty Telamon..." Every time he pressed a button.

Builderman's gaze landed on Telamon who is now laying onto the couch apparently enjoying the warm sun from the windows looking all smug and relaxed. Ignoring the chaos from the background.

"Morning, Builderman..." Telamon spoke with false politeness onto it. "Or perhaps you mostly would like to be called as...the almighty paperwork lord, king of stamps and Coffee addict?"

Builderman simply stared before taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee. The bitterness already makes him want to swing the mug at the god in front of him. But he manages to stop himself from doing so.

"Telamon." Builderman spoke calmly.

Telamon simply flipped his body to take a better look at his boss and gave him a wicked smile. "Yes?"

"You proud of this?" Builderman pointed at the chaos happening from the back. Dusekkar now chanting random spells to help Taph get out from being stuck onto the floor.

Telamon simply stared at the chaos with a born expression. "It's an improvement, is it not? I simply helped complete your work but in my own way."

Builderman sigh trying his best to not lash out. "Everything's a mess. There's literally people out there panicking. People from the servers out there are screaming for help like I've abandoned them!"

Telamon rolled his eyes. "Then they're just ungrateful. They don't know when to appreciate God's work."

Builderman tone stayed calm but the edges were brittle. "You're supposed to help protect them! Not-" he stopped, not wanting his words to come out offensive or maybe just wrong.

Telamon tilted his head out of annoyance. "Not what? Not remind them who's in charge? Not show them what power looks like?"

"Not ruin what we're trying to build."

That one landed almost immediately.

The sound of the AC blasting felt like the only loudest thing inside the room.

Builderman exhaled tiredly as he puts his coffee down onto the table. His voice now more quieter than before. "I have defended you more times than I can count. Dusekkar says that you're trying and I believed him. But you can't just keep-" he gestured at the mess.

"-doing all this. You're not proving strength or dominance, you're just proving that you don't trust anyone else."

For some reason, that hit deeper than any scolding would.

Telamon's throat tightened as he looked away, his pride screaming for him to lash out. "I, only sought to improve...this place." His voice surprisingly gentle.

Builderman shook his head. "You simply wanted to be seen."

Telamon froze. Hi eyes wided a bit making him almost look...human.

Builderman simply grabbed his cup of coffee and began walking towards the door "Just think about it for me alright? I don't need a god, just a teammate."

The door then closes with a gentle click.

 

The silence felt like hell for Telamon. It's like as if the outside world was laughing or mocking him through the glass. But he didn't bother to scowl or yell back.

Instead he sat there on the couch, his wings lowered down and his cloak falling limp beneath him.

For a long time, he said nothing. Letting the silence swallow him entirely for once.

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The next few days were eerily calm. No random workers stuck on the walls, no singing coffee machine and definitely no shining keyboards.

Just Telamon. Silent and still doing his work now normally with mechanical precision.

Clockwork even whispered to Doombringer "I think the bird guy is broken Doom. Should we fix him?" Which earned him a shrug.

Taph on the other hand did saw the situation and talked to Dusekkar about it. (With sign language of course)

"👉😧🦅🧍‍♂️😟" (Is the birdman alright??) Taph signed out of concern. Which Dusekkar simply smiled. "Oh I'm sure he is, probably needs more time for himself. Let him be."

"👉💭🤔" (Are you sure?)

Dusekkar nods calmly, his eyes now focused on the god now mumbling words at the computer screen. "Yes, I'm sure."
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Night came, the office is now much more quieter than usual. There, a figure apeared sitting onto a desk his posture like a shrimp.

Telamon grumbled under his breath as he tossed another paper towards the trash can but missed. He wrote again but immediately crossed it out before tossing it again.

"Builderman-"
(Too formal...)

"Dear Builderman-"
(Ugh, it makes me sound soft for that mortal.)

"To the mortal who dare to even think of scolding a god-"
(Yeah no. Definitely not that one.)

He groaned as he tossed another paper to the floor not bothering to clean up the mess as he continued to write.

Which suddenly, through the dark shadows appeared Dusekkar. He then calmly stared at Telamon's writing from behind which made the God flinch and immediately crumbled the paper and threw it at Dusekkar's direction. Which he managed to dodge.

"Alright, alright...I'm not gonna bother you." Dusekkar let out a chuckle as he placed a cup of tea right onto Telamon's desk. "Here, Taph and I tweaked this recipe a bit. Have a taste."

Telamon simply took the cup and sipped it, slowly savouring the taste. "Who?"

Dusekkar then stared at him surprised. "Taph? You...don't know him?"

"Heard of him once...is it the one that got stuck on the floor?"

"...yes."

"Ah, I'm surprised he didn't scream for help like the others. Guess he's special."

"He's mute."

Telamon paused. Then placed the cup down. "Oh...well at least he didn't overreact." He spoke as he pulled out a new paper and placed it in front of him.

Silence filled the room. Telamon didn't dare to speak as he was too focused on his writing. He let out a grumble before crumbling the paper again, this time he gently placed it beside him. "This is utterly foolish..."

Dusekkar simply took the crumbled paper and read the content slowly and let out a genuine smile. "It's humble... there's a difference. You're doing great."

Telamon simply stared at the empty paper he was now holding. His face showed bits of disappointment and dissatisfaction. "...He won't care."

"Oh he will." Dussekar said simply. "Builderman doesn't need fancy words or perfect grammar. He just needs to know that you mean it."

Telamon began to think about Dusekkar's words quietly. After a long silence, he finally raised his pen and began writing.

A few minutes later Telamon finally did something extraordinary. He finished the letter!!!

It was simple, awkward and maybe a little stiff. But it was his.

"I may not understand the limits of mortals beneath me, but I understand what I destroyed.
I regret that my own pride has hurt those who are closest to you.
I will...try to be more worthy of this place."

He stared at the finished letter one last time before putting it and sealed it inside a plain envelope. Which he then stood up and walked towards Builderman's office.

He opened the door slowly and checked whether Builderman was there or not. Place seems empty.

Telamon then gently placed the envelope onto Builderman's desk, giving it another glance before disappearing through the darkness.

Later that morning, while Builderman was busy assorting files onto his messy desk, the letter fell onto the floor which caught Builderman's attention.

He gently picked up the letter and inspected it. No random blood, no sharp objects, just a plain envelope with something inside.

He gently opened it and took out the letter. His eyes scan the cursive letters one by one. He read it once then twice. His eyes softened knowing the person who wrote it.

Builderman then walked towards Telamon's workspace, where the god sat pretending to be engrossed by the work in front of him.

"Morning." Builderman spoke quietly as he showed the folded letter to Telamon. "Thanks for this. I... really appreciate it."

Telamon blinked. His wings twitched. "Appreciate what exactly?"

Builderman then placed the onto Telamon's desk. Tapping onto it to show the letter. "The letter. It was surprisingly honest. Didn't expect it would be from you to be honest."

Telamon scoffed nervously as he looked away not wanting to look at Builderman not the letter on his desk. "Tch, Letter? What letter? Bold of you to assume I would even waste my energy writing you such things."

Builderman raised an eyebrow. "The one you left on my desk?"

"I did no such thing."

"You sure? It's got your handwriting."

"Simply a coincidence. Dusekkar can write cursive too. But mine is much better of course."

"I didn't say the letter was cursive."

Telamon stopped. His face immediately turned to shock, surprised and just...stunned. Like a cat got caught stealing food. Which earned him a tired laugh from Builderman.

He wanted to argue back, but for a moment he felt like he forgot how to breathe. The world around him suddenly blurred by the sound of the man beside him. Something in his chest stuttered like his heart had tripped over itself.

Builderman managed to stop his silent laughter and took the letter back before folding it. "You know...for someone who claims they didn't write it, you sure sound very guilty."

Telamon simply folded his arms, one hand covering his face trying to hide the faint embarrassment on his face. "Tch, Mortals and their baseless assumptions."

Builderman smiled, that tired genuine sort of smile that melted through the static air between them. "Alright, but whoever wrote it...tell them I forgive them." He spoke as he walked away with the letter now tucked inside his pocket.

Telamon glanced away muttering to himself still trying to recover from the embarrassment for being caught earlier. "Maybe I will, maybe not."

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The hour was late, the Roblox HQ had long gone quiet. Only the sound of Builderman clicking the keyboard and the lights gentle flickering filled the room.

Papers scattered across his desk some even managed to fall onto the floor like fallen leaves.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he stared at his bright computer screen before he muttered. "Alright...bug reports done..." A yawn "time to go home..."

When he stood up for a stretch, he noticed something odd.
A faint sound of something moving or rustling somewhere. Like a pair of wings.

Builderman then sighed and crossed his arms. "You can come out now. I know it's you."

Ans from the shadowed corner, Telamon popped up. His expression surprised that he was caught so easily.

"Your still here...?" Builderman asked blinking. "It's almost midnight already. Others had already gone home at this time."

Telamon rolled his eyes as he walked closer to Builderman's desk. "And so are you. What hypocrisy to scold me for vigilance when you yourself refused to rest."

Builderman frowned. "I'm not being 'vigilant' I'm just finishing up some of my works."

"Semantics." Telamon said lighty as he approached closer. "Regardless, since your going back to your home...it's best for you to not walk alone. The streets are unpredictable."

Builderman's tone turned dry. "Telamon, I'm literally the CEO of Roblox. No one's dumb enough to mess with me. Well, except for you of course."

Telamon's wings flared slightly. "Well doesn't matter. I will accompany you."

Builderman gave him a long tired look. "You know you don't have to. Right?"

Telamon crossed his arms. "That's right. So I choose to."

There was no winning in this argument and Builderman knew it. Well, Telamon is just accompanying him that's all. It's not like he's planning his next meal or anything.

"Fine, suit yourself then."
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The streets were quiet under the pale glow of the streetlights. Builderman's footsteps were steady while Telamon followed from behind his cloak whispering against the pavement.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was oddly peaceful. Reminds them of the time they walked together after eating at the fried chicken place.

Same vibe but different path.

Builderman then glanced over his shoulders. "You seem restless. You alright?"

Telamon stiffened, feathers rustling. "Your observations are terrible. I'm perfectly fine."

Builderman simply shrugged. "Uh-huh, you've sighed six times over the last two minutes already."

"Shut it."

Builderman smirked faintly. "So what are you really doing out here?"

Telamon hesitated for a bit. "...your headquarters feels strangely empty at night."

"Well, that's what the night does." Builderman said softly as he let out another yawn. "Makes big places quiet."

Telamon's tone cracked just slightly. "In my castle, I am never alone. The walls simply hum with my presence. But here...there is only silence."

Builderman slowed his pace a little. "So you simply wanted to follow me because you felt... lonely?"

Telamon bristled immediately, his wings twitched. "Do not twist my intentions mortal, I am simply accompanying you for your own safety."

"Right..." Builderman spoke with a small amused huff. "A god accompanying me and protecting me from dangerous beings. How sweet."

Telamon simply grumbled under his breath and looked away.

When they reached Builderman's mansion, (yes I headcanon him with a mansion because he's rich and all that) a sprawling estate gleaming faintly with silver lights Telamon stopped at the gates.

"This...is your dwelling?" Telamon tilted his head his eyes scanning the place from the outer gate.

"Yeah" Builderman spoke as the gate gently opened as they saw the CEO'S presence. "It's nothing special really. I don't usually come here often."

Telamon blinked. "You call this nothing special? There are kingdoms out there lesser than this. But of course, mines definitely bigger."

Builderman almost let out a laugh not knowing whether he was being serious or not. "Alright then, you wanna come in?"

Telamon stared at the gate quietly. "It would be...improper."

"You literally followed me all the way here."

"For safety."

"There's tea if you like."

"Tea..." Telamon repeated as if Builderman is planning on poisoning him.

"Dusekkar's blend. I've got a pot left."

Telamon's face almost showed a bit of excitement if not for his hood covering almost half of his face. "I suppose I could stay... briefly."

"Sure..." Builderman spoke as they both began walking towards the mansion's door. "Briefly."

Inside, they were greeted with a few servants and butlers greeting both Builderman and Telamon for their arrival. The mansion was warm and filled with the soft hum of old lights.

Builderman was already walking away towards the kitchen while Telamon stood there trying his best to not look impressed at all.

He failed.

When Builderman returned minutes later with two mugs of hot tea, he found a god examining a framed photo on the wall. A team picture from years ago.

Telamon's voice was much softer when he spoke. "You've... surprisingly built such a world. Not bad for a mortal like you."

Builderman handed him a cup. "Couldn't have done it alone."

Telamon took the mug carefully as if the mug might shatter by his own touch. "You mortals are strange. You build things only to outgrow them. Yet somehow, you keep on building."

Builderman took a sip of his tea with a smile. "That's kind of the point."

Telamon didn't say anything afterward. Not like he had anything to say anyway. He simply stared at the pictures hanging on the wall silently.

There, people were smiling while celebrating. Each pictures filled with emotions and untold memories.

Unlike the ones at his place.

Telamon shook it off and sat beside Builderman who is now laying onto the couch relaxing while watching some kind of killer documentary on the tv.

Telamon laid back onto the soft cushions behind him. Letting the warm comfort feeling swallowing him.

Maybe, he thought. This wasn't beneath him at all.