I haven't seen Lee John Doe in a while, so Lee John Doe and ler Builderman >:3 Have a great day, thank you!!
(1/26/26): IM SORRY THIS IS SO LAATEEEE!!!!!!
(2/24/26): Hello- little update. Literally in the afternoon. Not gonna say what happened as itâs personal. But I will say it took a huge toll on me and I was bawling. So I will be posting this whenever. After that. Posts will be slow unless I get requests. Please be patient. Thank you and Iâm so sorry this is late-
The new round had started. The survivors meeting up, some of the couples, (Taph x Dusekkar for example) doing cute emotes together. A few of them having traps ready. Meanwhile, John Doe had finally spawned in. He began to run to a common spot where survivors could be. Though no survivors were thereâŠ
So he went to another one.
Just where were the survivors?! Time was running out!! This began to annoy John. His abilities were on cooldown too. Which didnât help at all. He made a few grumbling noises as he decided to give up. His heavy corrupted arm laying limp against the ground. The survivors took notice of the pause as the time ticked.
Builderman, who was building a sentry, looked to the side just incase. Instead of being met with nothing or the killer trying to attack him. He saw John Doe, standing there in defeat. â..John?â He called out softly. The Sentry being made.
As Builderman walked up behind them, he reached his hand out, slightly hesitating. âAre youâŠchill now?âŠâ
His hand finally rested on Johnâs shoulder, but before he could react or say anything. All of the survivors and the killer were spawned back into their cabins. Builderman didnât know what to think. Though he felt off. John Doe would not give up so easily. Not without throwing a huge fit and somehow locking the fuck in, killing people in seconds. So he wondered what made this round so different?
As the next day came up, the timer chimed, meaning the new round was coming.
-This roundâs killer is.. John Doe-
Again? Didnât he just went?
Confusion spread among the survivors. Maybe it was a bug. But to most it didnât seem wrong and is just most likely another normal round.
John Doe had been still sulking at the spawn point, his clawed hand clenching in anger. Letting out a loud huff as he stomped on the ground, a digital footprint being made.
Time went by and a couple of generators were finished. But since no one really saw the killer anywhere, they decided to chat for a while and do some fun dances or what they would call, emotes, together. Builderman chuckled at the sight before moving away, going to find the other generators.
When he walked down the path of the ultimate assassin grounds. He saw a trail of corruption slowly becoming shorter. âHm?âŠâ
Being the curious idiot he is, he would walk over and follow it. The trail led to the corrupted man, the one who was sulking. âohâŠâ
John doe snapped their head around and he was met with a survivor, maybe this was his chance to try and kill them! Just as when Builderman was reaching his hand out, he instantly retracted away as John doeâs corrupted arm nearly swiped him.
âHey now! âM tryin to be nice âere!!â
With a growl. John lunged at them like a tiger. And as usual, he ran. Luckily he was at full sprint currently. Bad news was, John Doe was at full sprint too. The loud stomps were scary as hell. Imagine a huge corrupted guy who was full of anger and rage chase at you. Scary. Isnât it? Good news. The sentry that they had built was still up and running! He just needed to make it to there. He kept running, though John Doe was obviously fast.
Builderman then ducked down as the sentry shot fires. The corrupted arm swiped down at the sentry even though it was intended for Builder. Sparks flew and small fires started. The wires were loose and freeâŠ
Builderman panted as he looked up. Was he not gonna hurt him? Was heââŠStuck?- John Doe tugged at the wires, but it wouldnât let go! Nor break!! The sentryâs metal had melted, resulting for the wires to be more difficult to tear away from its ports.
âGRRRrrGhh!!!â He growls like a feral animal.
The wires strained against every movement but still didnât break. Builderman didnât know what to do. Though he couldnât do nothing, especially when it was hisâŠrelative.
âDo you need any help?âŠJohn?â
His voice was too soft for his own comfort but he wanted to know. He slowly walked closer, sitting down on his knees.
âNo! I donât need ANY help!!â
His voice was serious raspy and distorted. It was honestly a miracle he was still able to speak after the corruption.
John Doe huffed loudly as he gave up, his struggling coming to an end. A wire that was somehow wrapped around his upper torso also dug into his exposed spine.. which was very uncomfortable. Builderman noticed the discomfort and slowly got close to them.
His hand slid down their back before reaching down to the wire that was tightly against their spine. John Doe growled as he tried to hit them, but obviously failed. âGet away!â His raspy voice said.
âIâm just tryin to help yaâŠâ he muttered as he tried to adjust the wires, trying to get them unknotted and all that. Though his fingertips were poking at their spine which made them giggle softly.
âKHH-I- ahem- I donât need help!!â He denied. His spine feeling all tingly. Builderman who had been trying to loosen the wires look at Johnâs face, noticing the.. struggle?
âNo- get awahaAAAY!-â he yelped.
Builderman had brushed their finger against their exposed spine at a decent pressure.
John held back giggles. Though thatâs when the gears started to turn in his head.
âoh⊠OH!!â He grinned a little before gently tickling their spine, being careful.
âBWAHAHAHA!! GOHOHODAHAHAMMIT!!â He bursted out laughing. His spine was extremely sensitive, and tickling it made him break in laughter.
âAwww~ someone ticklish here? Tickle tickle!~â he teased, his fingers gently digging in the dips a little before tracing his finger up and down.
âOHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!! BUHUHUILDEHEHER!!- IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES DAMMIT!!â He shrieked, squirming against the wires, he arched his back when they dug their finger in the dip again. It tickled so badly!
Builderman smiled softly, seeing their son laugh once again made his heart lift up. It had been so longâŠso very long.
âSHIHIHIHIT!! BUHUHUILDER-!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!â
Builderman had used his free hand to tickle their left side, resulting in more laughter. âDAMMIT!!- NAHAHATâ FAHAHACK!!-SNRK!-â his voice raised a pitch, his legs kicking against the ground a few times. It tickled so bad!!!
He could feel their nails gently scratching their spine, the pain was numb and it just felt, tingly. Just. Tingly. Like being gently poked with a talon. âIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH!!â He laughed out, blushing as he was embarrassed to admit.
âItâs supposed to, silly~â Builderman teased.
John continued his laughter, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, when it got to much, Builderman slowed down a little though eventually sped back up again.
No! No! It wasnât supposed to be like this! He was supposed to kill the survivors! Not be stuck and tickled!! ButâŠ
He could feel sensations and feelings he thought he didnât have anymore..
After a few more minutes, Builderman eventually stopped and actually helped them out, cutting and tearing the wires off. Though once John got free, the round ended.
Every survivor spawned in their cabin while the killer spawned in theirs.
Builderman felt more happier and felt like he had gotten closure on something he couldnât quite name.
Meanwhile John, who spawned into the killers cabin. He was absolutely embarrassed, he didnât want to talk about the round, so he had walk pass the killers, hell, even Noli. When he got to the main living room area he sat down on the couch.
Why had it make him feel, more like normal again?⊠ugh.. whatever.
(đ„č I did it- I finished it!)
