#TS503 AU
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[ ID: A black and white HLVRAI TS503 AU comic. Gordon has gone rigid, staring ahead. The walls of the entryway feel too dark, too narrow, too long as they lead towards the light of the kitchen, casting an approaching Dr Coomer and a waving Darnold in shadows. But Gordon's not looking at them. Behind them, in the far wall between the overhead cabinets and the kitchen counter, is a face. No head, no body. Just a shadowy face sticking out of the wall, staring back at him with huge, dilated pupils. It begins to sink backwards into the wall, but its eyes never leave him. end ID. ]
#tw eye contact#eye contact#eyes#scopophobia#tw scopophobia#TS503 AU#chapter 2 part 1#described#comic
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tommy, how's sunkist? how's that sweet puppywuppy
Gordon retracts his hand.
So no one else can see the things he's seeing. Great.
"H-how's Sunkist? Been a while since I've seen her too."
"Sunkist, Sunkist is okay! I think she likes it here, she's been singing all kinds of happy colours!"
Tommy starts booking it in the direction of a house.
"Uh- dude! Slow down, man! Is this it?"
Gordon comes to a halt beside him. The taller man is pointing at something.
"Like, that's her favourite tree! But...she won't let me touch it :(."
Gordon looks up at the tall, three-storey house in front of them. It even has a garage.
He turns his attention to where Tommy is pointing. Behind the fence, growing out of the backyard, is a tall, dark tree.
"Oh woah, sweet house. This yours?"
"No. The fence won't stop her though."
Gordon looks closer at the fence. There's a dog-shaped hole in it.
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uh oh! bees gordon!! 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝 bees!!
"Aaah, bees-"
A sudden explosion of incoherent buzzing and a haphazard swarm of whizzing yellow and black streaks flood Gordon's senses.
"AAAAAAAH WHAT THE- HOLY FUCK-!!"
He starts breaking into a run, not caring where he's going until-
All at once, it stops.
Gordon comes out of it, sweating profusely and confused.
"The- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??!"
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At this hour, it's easier to see clowns by looking in the mirror.
"Hahah, very funny-"
He pauses again, eyebrows knitted in concentration.
"…wait, no actually that's. Terrifying. That's fuckin' awful- that's like, y'know the scary clown with the…red balloon. "We all float…up here"... or somethin'. Could you imagine if you saw that in the mirror?"
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How much sleep didja get gordo
"Oh, I uhh...I think I got some? Still freaked out when I woke up at-"
He checks the time. It's 3pm.
"-woah...but y'know what? I feel kinda rested. Maybe like 10%. Kinda sore too, but better than since I first got here."
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gordon… you’re too tired for this you’re mixing up your friends!!!
- B]
"I'm whuh?"
"Gordon, I'm Coomer."
"Oh…oh, Coomer! Yeah, Coomer. Sorry, I'm, so tired."
"You're, you're lookin' in pretty rough shape there. How much sleep have you been gettin'?"
"I, uhhh…some? I guess? How much sleep have YOU been getting?"
"Gordon, I sleep everyday of my life."
"That's great, Coomer."
"I sleep like a baby!"
"That's, that's great, Barbie."
"…"
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EPIC DARNOLD REVEAL?
Gordon looks at the man currently lumping a glop of alfredo pasta onto his own plate.
"Dude, what're you even doing here, I thought you said you were gonna go home after the whole Black Mesa thing?"
"Oh! I, uh, I was! But, it seems like there were other plans in store for us, and now I'm here."
"Oh, okay. Uh, cool."
Darnold goes to hand the serving spoon to Gordon. Gordon watches him pause when his eyes land on his right arm. There's a beat of silence.
"That doesn't look like the arm I gave you."
"Yeah, uh, this one was issued to me, after. Wouldn't want a...cranky, one-armed guy going to a prosthetist and spilling all them Black Mesa secrets, huh?"
Darnold looks slightly disappointed.
"Oh. Well. Is it, is it any good?"
Gordon looks down at his arm.
Two pulses to switch from the pointing mode it'd found itself in. Reach for the spoon. One pulse to close it around the spoon.
Thankfully, this goes off without a hitch.
He clicks his wrist into position.
"...yeah, yeah it's okay I guess."
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BENREY??
"Bye."
Gordon turns and walks back out the door, not looking back.
He hears the team calling for him. The anxiety spikes. He picks up the pace, not caring where he's-
"see ya. where you goin' man?"
Gordon lets out a harrowed laugh and backpedals, stumbling backwards into someone. It's Tommy.
"Mr Freeman, wha-"
Gordon grabs him by the arm and pulls them both in the opposite direction until they're at a safer distance.
He points at the figure of Benrey, only his upper torso sticking out of the sidewalk still.
"That's not real right? You don't see it? Tell me you don't see it, I'm suh...I'm seeing things."
"...No, that's, uh, that's Benrey, Mr Freeman. Do you not- don't you remember him?"
#eye contact#tw eye contact#scopophobia#tw scopophobia#TS503 AU#chapter 2 part 1#to Gordon#ft Benrey#ft Tommy#stuttering#tw stuttering
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HELLO DR.COOMER!!! (wait can he hear us or are we constricted to only feetman's head?)
Gordon waits for Dr Coomer to react. The old man simply blinks at him expectantly. It doesn't seem like he heard that.
"It's getting quite cold out here, Gordon. My temperature monitor tells me I'm hitting the negatives!"
"Yup, yup, goin'."
Gordon takes off to the bathroom, looking for a towel. He drops his voice into a whisper.
"Hey y'all, I know you wanna talk to me, but we're gonna have to keep it discrete. Yes-or-no questions until he leaves, okay?"
He finds a suitable towel and walks back out through the kitchen, calling out to the living room.
"Hey, you should maybe get that checked out, I don't think body temps are supposed to go that low in the rain."
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"what seems to be the problem here, sir?"
Benrey's face is sticking out of the wall again.
"Uffff, jesus-"
"you harrassing him?"
Gordon's mouth goes dry.
"I duh...I don't want any trouble man."
"I think, I think you're scaring him, Benrey. Mr Freeman's not, not feeling too good."
"what're you talking about? no i'm not."
Benrey flashes a grin.
Light reflects off a row of glinting, white molars. Only molars.
Gordon thanks him silently when Tommy steps in front of him, putting space between them.
"Benrey, he's afraid of you."
The room goes quiet.
Over Tommy's shoulder, Benrey tilts his face into view. Observing him.
Gordon swallows. His throat feels tight.
Finally, Benrey sinks back into the wall.
"Mr Freeman...?"
"Uh- uh huh?"
"Mr Freeman...I'm not..."
"...I know you're concerned, but I'm not allowed, to tell you what's, uh, up."
It takes a solid minute, but Gordon connects the dots between this and him questioning Tommy earlier.
"But, but it'll be okay. Everything is okay."
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dude how did you forget your whole son 🤨?
A look of shame passes over his face.
"I don't- is he at your place now? Who's watching over him?"
"Uhh, sorry guys. I gotta go. Thanks fer havin' me over."
"Bye."
"Goodbye, Darnold!"
"Tommy?"
"Sun-Sunkist is there!"
"Sunkist? Tommy, that's a dog."
"Hey now."
"Not just any dog, she's, Sunkist is great with, kids!"
"That's, that's not the same thing!"
"Don't worry Mr Freeman, she's very intelligent, she'll be very good at, at baby-sitting."
"dogs sit all the time. why're you worried man?"
"..."
Right, there's just never a moment of rest for Gordon.
His pulse starts to quicken as the entity seemingly walks out from somewhere deeper within Bubby's house. He scoots back roughly in his seat as Benrey glides by.
Benrey sets something down on the coffee table in front of him - a bowl? He lifts his gaze and turns it unwaveringly onto Gordon. It's like his stare reaches into his soul.
"soup."
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since we can do that, i wonder if we can do other things
have a low quality image of glue. as a test.
After a moment of recovering from the fish rain, Gordon looks down to see a small, low quality picture of glue appear in his hand.
"It's glue! It was fish n' now there's glue."
"Wait, thzt- it's not even REAL glue, it's like, a magazine cutout or somethin'."
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I know you dont like him (reasonably), but why not try just giving him a chance? The science team seems pretty convinced, and you know they’re trustworthy (or at least Tommy is, lmao)
"..."
"...I..."
"Uhh...is he, is he ok? He hasn't moved in precisely one minute-"
"-I'M GOOD, I'm good. S' nothing, nothing to see here. Sorry. We can go in, yeah sure."
Bubby begins turning to head back into the house.
"Well, hurry up then. Let's GO."
Gordon watches as the others begin filing in after the old man.
He takes a deep breath.
"Hooookay, we're doing this..."
He walks in after them.
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i don't know about this, Gordon :( wouldn't seeking professional help be better than being part of an experiment?
"Yeahh...I guess? But *sigh* I dunno, it's not like I have anything to tell them..."
"...Or can tell them...yeah...! That fuckin'...Black Mesa just traumatized us and made us SIGN something for that shit- we can't tell ANYONE. That shit's fucked up!"
"But hey, I guess we got hush money. That's payin' for my electricity bills."
All the lights are still on in his house since yesterday night.
"Now Gordon, it's important that we use our electricity wisely. We need that in our daily lives!"
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that was the bees gordon!
"Yeah, no shi- whut?"
A tiny line of animals parade past Gordon on the footpath. He blinks down at them, stupefied.
"I'm. I can't be seeing that, that-"
A very little elephant toddles past.
"Aww...ok that's...kinda cute."
Once the last spider scuttles off, the entire line of miniature animals vanishes.
"Ok...probably just some sleep deprivation...hallucination or whatever. I'm gonna ignore that."
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ok very important yes or no question: you like soup?
Gordon nods.
He gets a thoughtful look on his face when he realises "soup" is pretty vague. He hands the towel over to Coomer.
The old man shakes himself dry like a dog, getting water everywhere before toweling himself off. Gordon is too caught up with running through a mental list of soups to figure out if there's any he doesn't like that he barely notices this.
"Gordon, I'm dry now."
"Hwuh? Oh yeah, cool, sit anywhere you want. Uhh..."
He watches Dr Coomer sit down cross-legged on his coffee table.
"...should I get you something to drink? Or..."
"Oh, I've had plenty of drink! Nature provides!"
"Well, suit yourself."
Gordon goes to sit down on the sofa, next to the coffee table.
"Gordon, I'm thirsty."
Gordon rises from the sofa before he's even sat.
"I'll go check the fridge."
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