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porkchopshuey · 1 day ago

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title idk Evil x Builderman haha

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Evil stood by the window, and Builderman sat at his desk. There was a tense silence between them, thick with unspoken words.

"So, you’ll give me the money?" Builderman finally spoke.

"If you give me the resources I need—and I mean...a lot..of money, a significant amount of it—I’ll give you a loophole. A direct path into the code."

Builderman held the contract between them, crisp and formal. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Evil turned to face him, a gleam in his eye. Builderman leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the edges of the contract.

But then, Evil couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you need all this money anyway?�� His voice was casual, but the question hung heavy in the air. "It's not like you're lacking anything."

Builderman’s eyes didn’t leave the paper in front of him as he shrugged, a small smile creeping across his face. "I like money." His tone was matter-of-fact. Evil chuckled, taking a slow step forward, his voice dropping. "I think it'll work perfectly. You give me what I want, and in return, you get exactly what you need."

Evil leaned over, trapping Builderman in the chair as he reached for a pen. "I'm going to sign it now," Evil whispered against Builderman’s ear. Builderman’s chest tightened, his eyes darting to the contract.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Builderman scoffed.

Evil clicked the pen in his hand, his gaze fixed on Builderman as he leaned in even closer, trapping him further into the chair. The scent of him—ashes and wood—filled Builderman’s senses.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" Evil's voice was almost teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something darker. His breath was just a whisper away from Builderman’s ear, and his body pressed ever so slightly into his space. "A deal sealed in more than just money."

Without waiting for an answer, Evil's hand moved with swift precision, his signature flowing across the page of the contract. The final stroke of the pen was like a promise, a bond formed between them, a promise that neither of them would ever fully be able to escape. He pulled back, finally releasing Builderman from his trap, but the tension in the room didn’t dissipate. If anything, it grew heavier. Evil stood straight, glaring down at Builderman, who now found himself staring up at him, breathless.

"There," Evil said softly, "Deal done."

"You always make things... complicated," Builderman muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Evil’s eye widened, and he stepped back, finally breaking the tension. "And you love it," he said, a taunting edge to his words. "I’ll see you soon."

Builderman practically floated down the pristine halls of Roblox Industries, a wide, smug grin stretching across his face. His polished shoes barely made a sound as he walked, hands clutching a thick stack of files against his chest like they were a bouquet of flowers instead of an absolute mountain of work. 'What a beautiful morning!' Builderman thought, His deal with Evil had gone perfectly. The signature was still fresh, the loophole in the code practically gift-wrapped for Corp.666 to exploit. And the best part? No one would ever know he was behind it. He could still picture the way Evil leaned over him, the way his sharp gaze flickered with amusement before dragging the pen across the contract. The heat of that moment, the way their rivalry thrived in the closeness—it was exhilarating. Addicting. Builderman had never felt so alive. he pushed open the door without waiting for a response. “Ohhh, Roblox!~” he practically sang, stepping inside with a beaming smile.

“Got something extra special for you today!”

"More?!"

Roblox groaned, rubbing his temples. “Builderman, you’re killing me.”

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porkchopshuey · 2 days ago

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Practice-scene 1

Towering skyscrapers stretched high into the clouds like pixelated monoliths. Roblox Industries, a gleaming beacon of creativity and order. Developers from across the grid flocked to work under its banner, crafting intricate worlds, fine-tuning security, and patching exploits before they could be used against them. At its helm sat Roblox himself—sharp-eyed, disciplined, and always three steps ahead. His mission? To build, protect, and expand his network, no matter the challenge.

Roblox sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he typed. He had deadlines to meet, bugs to fix, a whole system to maintain—no time for distractions.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

On the other side, lurking in the shadows, was Corp.666 Unlike its rival, who thrived in chaos, recruiting all the most notorious hackers, glitch exploiters, and black-hat coders that the underworld had to offer. Their leader, Guest666, ruled with a devilish grin and a mind built for destruction. He didn't create—he corrupted. Every firewall, every new update, every so-called "unbreakable" security measure from Roblox Industries was a game, an invitation to crack the code and slither through their very wires.

Guest666: Miss me?

Roblox exhaled sharply through his nose and closed the window. He wasn’t in the mood.

Guest666: Wow, rude. Is that any way to treat an old friend?

Close. Ignore. Keep working.

Guest666: Hellooo? Guest666: Knock knock~ Guest666: I’ll keep going.

Roblox sighed, minimizing the chat entirely. He typed out a command to block all incoming messages from 666.

[Error: User permissions restricted.]

"What the—"

Then the real chaos began. Messages flooded the screen, one after another, stacking on top of each other in an endless barrage.

The screen flickered. The messages multiplied. The text turned red, distorting as if the very code itself was being rewritten.

Roblox clenched his jaw, his fingers moving to counter the intrusion. He opened his system diagnostics, started isolating the breach—

then a new window forced itself open.

A video call.

Guest666 sat on the other end, grinning wide, his red eyes glowing with delight. He rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head playfully. "Aww, you look so mad. I love it."

Roblox glared at him. "What do you want?"

666 stretched, yawning dramatically. "Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to see how my favorite rival is doing. You look stressed."

"You just flooded my entire system with garbage messages!"

"Aw, don’t be so sensitive." 666 smirked. "You should thank me—I’m testing your defenses for free."

Roblox took a deep breath, fingers already typing. "Fine. Let’s see how you like it."

A few keystrokes, a silent command—

Thus, Guest666’s screen began to glitch, his smug expression freezing mid-smirk. Then, his entire connection cut out.

Roblox leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "Idiot."

deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind, Roblox felt something strangely familiar in all this. It was routine now—the taunts, the teasing, the cat-and-mouse game they played through code. For every firewall he built, 666 found a way through. For every loophole Guest exploited, Roblox patched it before he could do real damage. ---------------

Roblox barely had a second to breathe after silencing 666's endless messages when the door to his office swung open without a knock.

"Hey there, sport!"

Builderman.

Roblox looked up, already dreading what was coming. The man strode in with the confidence of someone who owned the place—which, of course, he did. His suit was crisp, his smile unwavering, radiating that strange, corporate warmth that made it impossible to outright hate him.

"Got some fresh tasks for ya!" Builderman announced cheerily, slapping a thick folder onto Roblox’s already cluttered desk. "Nothing too crazy—just a couple hundred exploit reports, a few security patches, and, oh! A backlog of bug fixes from last month. You’re the best, buddy. Knew I could count on ya!"

Before Roblox could get a word in—before he could even blink—Builderman turned on his heel and strolled right back out. No pause, no waiting for a response, just pure, unshakable faith that Roblox would handle it.

Roblox stared at the folder. Then at the door. Then back at the folder.

A notification pinged on his screen.

Guest666: PFFFFTTT HAHAHAHAHA

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porkchopshuey · 4 days ago

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