the-sleepwalker-503
welcome to the rest of your life.
The ResCas is over, and tomorrow starts in suburbia for the Science Team. Everything's gonna be fine now.
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grab it and open it!! bop it… twist it…
- B]
"I don't think it's toys in there."
Gordon then gets a serious look on his face, observing it.
He gives the box a quick kick and backs up quickly, watching for a reaction from a safer distance.
The box remains quiet and unchanged.
"Okay..."
"..."
"...wait, hang on a second."
Gordon pulls out his phone. He looks carefully at the screen.
"...this is the sleep study thing."
He looks at the box and then back to his phone.
"This is the sleep study thing? Whuh- they just sent it in a cardboard box?? I thought it was gonna be more... I dunno, more ELABORATE or something."
When he goes to take a closer look, he realizes the box isn't sealed. Gordon barks a laugh of surprise.
"What the- this thing isn't even taped! Well, easier for me, I guess."
Carefully, he lifts the box flaps.
Nestled in the sea of packing peanuts inside it is a watch of some kind.
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📦?
Gordon stops short of tripping over a box that materializes seemingly out of nowhere in his path, but by the time he looks back, it's gone. He continues edging towards the package in front of his house.
It looks ordinary, just a normal cardboard box - not too big, not too small. It doesn't seem to have a label on it.
"...did I order something online yesterday? I don't remember getting anything- what IS this?"
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you eepy, bro? you wanna take a snooze, bro? vas a mimir, bro? gonna put on your nightgown and cap, bro? have a good sleep, bro.
- B]
Gordon can see his house just up ahead.
"I am, I DO. I just gotta..."
"...wait, what the hell is that?"
There, right in the center of his walkway, is a cardboard box.
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weeeee 🐦fly around in your dreams weeeee 🐦
"Weee."
"Yeah, I'd like some control over my dreams. I could do a ton of stuff. I could-"
Gordon jabs half-heartedly at the air in front of him with his fist.
"-knock that sucker's lights out. Yeah. That's what you get for not letting me sleep, smartass."
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lucid dreaming?
"Lucid..."
"...oh yeah, the Feynman thing right? That might've been it."
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Gordon. Gordon. You talked to Feynman👁️👁️???
"What- no! Not Feynman, I meant, like, a friend. From MIT- it's gotta be MIT, right?"
"I mean, I don't think the topic's come up recently?"
"Information don't just spawn outta thin air so yeah, probably overheard that at MIT."
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"something else"? what about feynman?
"Something else? What're you...oh, you mean like with the joke thing?"
"It was somethin' about, like, dreaming...or something?? Like he was doing somethin' about...I- I don't remember."
"I think we talked about it once? Not "we" as in us right now..."
"...had to be back in MIT right?"
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do you know your way back? you DID get lost on the way here :(
"Do I know my way back- yeah, I think so? I spotted a couple of landmarks...and there's that tree over there that Tommy mentioned. Can't forget the dog-shaped hole in the fence."
"...and uhh, looks like someone's...not too happy about that. Ohhh yeah, he's yellin'. We're just gonna walk by real quick."
Gordon passes the fence quickly.
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Gordon you really should sleep, staying up is making you act weird >:(
If you don’t sleep I slap you with a dead fish!
Gordon's making his way to the front door.
"I know! I'm trying..."
"Trying to do what, Gordon?"
Gordon ignores that. He musters up a grin for Coomer.
"Thanks again for having me over, you guys. See ya around maybe."
"Oh...!"
"Uh, well, goodbye Gordon!"
The door closes on him and he's alone again.
"Maybe I'll take a nap, okay? That sound nice?"
He yawns.
"I could go for a nap."
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GORDON??? U OK????
Gordon stands there, brain buffering.
"I-"
Benrey walks down the opposite wall and disappears into the floor.
"I'm gonna go home, somethin' weird happened to me."
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HELLO????? WHAT JUST HAPPENED
"I duh...what happened? Why am I over here?"
The Science Team mirrors his confusion.
"I...I don't know, you were yelling and then all of a sudden you went dead quiet and walked into the wall over there like a zombie."
"You, you switched off like a light switch, Mr Freeman. It was really weird."
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{ Chapter 2 Part 2 }
There's something in front of Gordon that wasn't there before. He stares at it until it begins to make sense.
A line.
A wall.
Two walls.
Gordon takes a step back and spots the blank TV screen mounted not too far away. His forehead is still cool from the concrete.
He'd walked himself into a corner of the living room.
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You aren't smiling.
You aren't smiling, but you don't look upset.
It's dim, and your eyelids are drooping, but you yawn and you press your cheek into your palm, and you keep your eyes closed while you talk.
Your lips move, but you can't make out the words.
Someone mumbles back.
Your nose crinkles when you groan, and you rub at your eyes. The crease in your eyebrows doesn't stay for too long.
It might be Saturday.
It feels like Saturday.
It's quiet and fuzzy and light.
When's the last time you've felt like this?
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well he hasn't hurt you yet, and dr coomer doesn't seem to be having problems after drinking the soup he brought over. maybe he does wanna be nice now
"...Coomer, how's that soup treating you?"
"Like the fanciest lady in town!"
"Right...right, that made...no sense, are we sure he's not poisoned?"
"Benrey wouldn't do that."
"DO WE HAVE PROOF??? Do we have ANY proof that he wouldn't do that, that he wouldn't hesitate to just, MURDER us because he felt like it-"
"Gordon-"
"No, don't fu- THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE! There were SO many people back at Black Mesa who never stood a chance against him. He's taken lives for FUN. We're sitting here acting like he couldn't do it again- he could. He could-"
"...I don't think he's supposed to turn that colour..."
"-fuckin' scale up and crush this place like it's nothing!! I mean- fuck that HE COULD REACH THROUGH OUR SKULLS AND RIP OUR FUCKIN' BRAINS OUT-"
"Mr Freeman-"
"WHAT-"
[ ID: Everything goes black. end ID. ]
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WHAT THE FUCK DOES TOMMY MEAN BY THAT..
"...what does that mean, Tommy?"
"It's okay, my Dad's handling it!"
"GMan??? How big's this problem you're handling even, should I be worried-"
"Gordon, I'm alright now. That soup was delightful."
"Uhhh, good for you man. Tommy-"
"No."
He does not elaborate.
Gordon laughs nervously.
"Ok????"
"Excuse me, can you quiet down over there? We're getting to the good bit!"
Bubby gestures to the darkened TV screen.
"Dude, that thing's not even on!"
"woah, talk about taste man. you never watched tv before?"
Gordon shuts up so fast.
Benrey dips back into the ceiling. He leaves a red orb of sweet voice behind in his wake.
"Mr Freeman, that was a joke! He wasn't planning on, hurting you."
"..."
Gordon drops his voice into a whisper.
"You guys are SERIOUSLY telling me you aren't concerned about that? Like, not even a little bit? That guy is like a fuckin' LIGHTSWITCH. You remember what happened last time."
"Give me, like, a SINGLE good reason for why I should trust him."
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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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🥤🥤🥤drink up Gordon
"Oh, uh...sure?"
He picks up one of the three red solo cups on the table and passes it to him.
Tommy blinks down at his hand.
"Huh?"
When Gordon looks back down, he realises he's holding nothing.
He clears his throat awkwardly.
"S-so, uh, never took you for the parenting kinda guy. Hell, you look really well-rested for someone handling a 6 year old. How's, uhhh... how's Joshua been doing?"
"..."
Tommy seems very invested in checking out the fridge.
"Tommy?"
"He's been, he's been okay. He's very well-behaved, Mr Freeman, you should go and sit down."
"Oh yeah, I will in a bit. I've been doin' a ton of sitting down, I'll live."
"Y'got any questions for me? Uhhh sleep schedule, food preferences? He's not too good with rugs, hey what's your floor situation like-"
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