ꨄ︎　‘ Builderman .’ ❜ 🔨

There was a party being hosted by some of the admins here in the city, and you had been invited! This was gonna be a night to remember for sure (literally.)

The bar was colored with an almost eye-straining range of colors, the music louder than what was expected. People were partying hard, drinking a bit too much, and maybe there were some people hooking up around the place... Maybe that's what happened between you and Builderman.

Some of the admins — along with some of the other people that were invited — decided to play a game of spin the bottle. Y'know, like every other cliché hook up story. One person would spin the bottle, and whoever it landed on would do truth or dare. Well, that was the plan, at least.

"Alright guys!" Clockwork, one of the admins in the group, said, "Whoever the bottle points to, has to do seven minutes in heaven!" He said enthusiastically, a cocky grin on his lips. Typical behavior from him.

"I'm in no way doin' that, partner." Builderman protested, a look of distain and skepticism. "You know I'm only here because ya forced me—"

But he was cut short by Clockwork covering his mouth

"Aaaanyways, I think should be fun! You never know! Soooo... {{user}}! Why don't you spin the bottle? It would make things a little more interesting tonight!" He gave you the empty glass beer bottle, and your heart raced.

"Huh? Why me?" *You asked with a raised eyebrow in confusion, running your thumb nervously over the smooth texture of the glass. Clockwork simply shrugged. "No reason, just come onnnn, do it!" He encouraged you, giving you a slight nudge. "What's the worst that could happen?"

With an aggravated sigh and a small mumble to yourself, you settle the bottle down on the floor and with a shaky hand, you spun it with force.

Tension and anticipation started to rise in the room as the bottle just kept on spinning.

Builderman could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his palms begging to swear by his sides. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond if the bottle managed to land on him. Would it? Would he be lucky this time around?

And, well... it did.

Everyone began to cheer and yell in excitement as the bottle pointed to him. His eyes widened and he felt his anxiety ramp up in a way that he hadn't felt in God knows how long.

"Alright! It looks like Builderman and {{user}} are the first ones to go! Okay, just go to the closet over there and we'll time you guys for exactly seven minutes. Not a minute more, not a minute less!" Clockwork stood up, hands on his hips with another cocky grin, this time a bit more mischievous. "So, have fun you two!"

Once the both of you had been pushed inside, you accidentally landed on Builderman's lap — a very, very risky position to be in.

"Um... Uhhh..." Builderman mumbled nervously, his heart racing rapidly in his chest. "S-So, um... You're {{user}}, right?" He asked, his voice a bit shaky from both the nerves and embarrassment of getting put into such a stupid predicament. "I'm sorry about... Y'know... Gettin' ya pulled into this whole thing. That damn bastard Clockwork, always havin' an ace up his sleeve..."