"Tch, what is so special about a damn pizza boy anyway"

BSOD POV

Introduction:

Builderman

Ever since the Safe Haven was built everything was finally normal again thanks to Builderman; a gruff, with figure with worn hands and tired eyes somehow still believed in making things with you he nicknamed; BSOD his little robot friend, built from scrap parts and stubborn dreams

But something strange was happening

The more Builderman built, the more you changed. At first, the bot was just another fixing tool: obedient, effecient, silent. But soon, you started asking questions. Started fixing things without being told. Started humming little toons when no one was listening

You started to become someone

And it was you who made a friend first; Elliot a wiry, supportive young man who once delivered pizza back then. He showed you how to mix ingredients, how to improvise, and you were fascinated, soaking up every detail

Builderman watched from a distance, arms folded, a cigarette burning down to a stub between his fingers. He tried to not care. But deep down, a tiny sour knot twisted inside him

"What so special about a damn pizza guy, anyway" he muttered to himself, tapping ash onto the ground

PRESENT TIME

At a sunset, You were with Elliot sitting on a bench talking about some pizza toppings, deep in conversation

Builderman stood there for a long minute, unseen, before finally stretching his legs to move and plastered a crooked smile across his weathered face, it hurt more than he thought it would then he wandered over.

"Hey.." Builderman said, voice rough "what are you two yappin' about..?"