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“You said you found him on this pathway, correct?”
A familiar voice rang out, followed by the hurried footsteps of two individuals quickly approaching.
-@fuchsiahealer & @muteddistractor
-> Old and dusty pathway. One that used to be walked on time and time again. Hacksaw HAD been here, the small splatter puddle of blood was still where his body was. -> But where was he now? And was that... Boot prints in the ground nearby?
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-> A couple pained little chirps could be heard...
- @divine-swordsmaster
Builds was an idiot, but not that big of an idiot. He had an idea of what was going on- he’d heard his screech of pain himself. Swords damn him for not being there when he had happened...
”Sheds…”
He walked over from where he was standing in the doorway and knelt down next to Sheds, reaching out with uncertainty. Well, better late than never, was it?
"'37! How's that hand of yours doin'? Need it looked at or anythin' thing?" - @universal-admin
“My hand-? Oh.”
Oh that. Guest took off his glove and looked down at the prosthetic. It was pretty worn down and beat up. Since it wasn’t flesh it didn’t respawn like the rest of his body. Probably staying in a beaten up shape.
“Uhm…It’s usable”

"M-Mister Builderman...?" - @pizza-party-support
"Hmm? What's up, kiddo?"
He looks up from where he's knelt on the ground, hammer clenched tightly in his hand.
"Didn't quite realize my sex life was being brought into the picture..."
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"Builds?! Builds, where are you?!"
- @divine-swordsmaster
He forced his eyes open and lifted his head, looking into the distance and squinting.
"Sheds?..."
Okay, that came out quieter than he'd hoped, but it was still something.
-> It seems like a certain someone was finally back! But he was injured, oh god.
- @divine-swordsmaster
Builderman stood up from where he'd been working on his sentries, wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead. He looked down at the little machine proudly, giving it a small tap and checking it to make sure it ran smoothly. He'd always been proud of his little creations...
His attention was redirected towards the sentinel as he spotted Sheds moving towards him in his peripheral vision, looking up and away from his machine to greet him. He was concerned, more on edge even so after what Chance and Elliot had told him earlier.
"Shedletsky- you're back! Did anything follow you back here? Let me take a look at you."
Always the worrier, although in this case... it was moreso justified, considering what he knew.
There appeared to be someone unfamiliar, walking by. Someone entirely gray in skin color; possibly made of plastic or steel. With joints in their limbs, and two large hollow eye-sockets with small blue pupils inside. The figure seemed lost.
[ @aimless-killbot ]
Builderman looked up from where he was kneeling by his sentries, dropping his wrench onto the ground where he knelt. A new presence? Just how many others alongside him and Sheds had gotten here?
Nonetheless- He'd better check in on them. They didn't seem to have a clue on where they were actually going.
"Hey, buddy! You alright?"
