Circus Peanuts - a Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware Minific
It's the middle of the night, and one eldritch horror calls another to talk about that clown cartoon. Canon to the Streamman fanfiction continuity, but exists on its own.
Written as part of my personal NaNoWriMo challenge to work on fiction for an hour a day.
“You’d tell me if I was like Caine, right?”
“...whu?”
“I–I know it’s late,” The caller stammered. “Sorry. I saw you were up from your Discord… thingy. The… fuck, I don’t know works. Words. The green dot.”
“Status. The status thingy..”
“Yeah, you can tell I just woke up, huh? It’s nothing. Sorry–”
“No, no, don’t hang up,” the recipient cut in. “Commit to your bit. You wanted to ask about Cane’s.”
That made him laugh. Victory. “No, not Cane’s. Caine. The ringmaster guy.”
The recipient’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then raised to the brim of his bonnet. “Talking about the clown show?”
“Yeah, way to not make me feel goofy about it.”
“Fuck. No, that’s– didn’t mean to sound like that. That’s a real question. You mean the teeth from the clown puppet show.”
“Yeah, that. That’s the… wait, puppet?”
“Cartoons are picture puppets, y’know?.”
“We can unpack that later,” the caller decided.
“Was it a dream or just night thoughts? Or something else?”
“Dream.”
The recipient crossed one leg over the other and curled his finger around an imaginary phone cord. “You wanna tell me about it?”
“Mm. I don’t remember the whole thing, but I’ll tell you the important stuff.”
The recipient waited for a moment as his friend got his thoughts sorted.
“We were playing something together, the whole team. There were some parts where it was streamed? But other times that wasn’t part of it, and it was hard to tell who was the host. But I must have gone through the wrong door or something, and I ended up in the Amazing Digital Circus. The place, not the… the cartoon. I mean, I guess it was in the cartoon, since it’s about the place. It really depends–”
“Did that matter?”
“What?”
“If it was the place or the cartoon.”
“I don’t know.”
“Keep going.”
Yeah, he could practically hear the eyes rolling. “Alright. Well, I was there. The team wasn’t. And I was kind of in Pomni’s role– you know, the jester girl. But she was there, too, so it was more like I was just the new guy after her.”
“It’s your self insert fanfiction.”
“Fuck, yeah. That’s… that’s legiterately what it… that’s not a word. Literally, legitimately what it was.”
“Be cringe and free.”
“I wasn’t free, though!” He almost laughed. “That’s the whole thing about the circus, you’re stuck there. And that’s why Caine does the adventures, right? He’s… I mean, there’s lots of ways to interpret the pilot, but that’s what I figured: Caine does the adventures so that the people trapped there have something to keep them occupied and fulfilled and all that. He’s not exactly, uh, sane about it, but he’s not trying to hurt them, he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be them, he knows they need something to interact with and just makes shit up so they have something to do with their lives–”
“Ohhhh.”
“You get it?”
“Yeah. That’s fucked,” he confirmed. “Now breathe before you pass out.”
From the sounds on the other end, that’s just what he did.
“So whuhappen?”
“It’s a little fuzzy,” the caller went on. “We had some task, but it changed through dream logic stuff. Something like finding keys in eggs. But my brain wasn’t fully locked into the dream logic, so whenever something changed it just fucked with me real hard. I was just freaking out about being stuck there, about not being able to go back home, what would happen to my kid and my apartment and…”
He trailed off.
“And what?”
He took a deep breath.
“You guys,” he finished. “What would happen to you guys if I was gone. That’s when… this is the part that fucked with me, I guess. At some point, even though they still looked and sounded like the cartoon characters, my brain decided that the circus characters were the Science Team.”
“Oh, cool. Was I the bunny?”
“Was–” he wheezed a little. “I don’t know. That’s not important.”
“It is.”
“No.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“No, it wasn’t– it wasn’t a direct, one-to-one thing. It was more like the concept. The concepts got crossed. It wasn’t… I didn’t Kin Assign you guys.”
“Boo.”
“Ignoring that. It was around that time that Caine kind of disappeared from the dream, and I didn’t even notice until I woke up. Instead, I had to be the one who set up things to do to keep the circus team busy. And when I got into that, my mind kind of… stopped being about being trapped. The dream kind of morphed, the way dreams do. By the time I woke up, it wasn’t even about being trapped in the circus anymore. It was brainstorming for next week’s stream, just inside the circus. It happened so smoothly.”
There was a lull in the conversation. The caller seemed out of steam. The listener continued to twirl their invisible phone cord.
“You wanna play Carnival Games for the Wii next week?”
“...No, Benrey. Not really.”
“Why?”
“...I don’t know. Motion controls.”
“You use VR legiterately all the time.”
“Heh. Maybe.”
“Maybe yes?”
“Look, just… thanks for listening.”
“Mm. Thanks for talking.”
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[frenrey - rated: M - 13.5k words - Complete!]
Summary: Gordon's content to drop the conversation there and just go about cleaning up so he can go to bed. If his de-facto roommate wants to be a weird little freak from time to time, well, be his guest. He knew what he was getting into when he offered Benrey a place to stay. It’d be weirder if they weren’t strange and confusing from time to time– though lately, they have been relatively tame, now that he thinks about it.
But even still, he can’t quite convince himself that there isn’t anything entirely wrong with Benrey– he thinks he can read them pretty well by now, whether they’re aware of it or not, and something’s definitely up.
Content: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Gordon being a dumbass, Sexual Themes (no smut sorry), Creature Benrey taken seriously
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[Start ID:
5 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles, in which Gordon and Dr Coomer have an interaction pertaining to Dr Coomer's in-canon existential crisis. Trigger warning for that and unreality.
It is early morning when Gordon joins Coomer out on the porch with a cup of coffee. After escaping the hellhole that was Black Mesa, they staying together temporarily.
Upon seeing him, Gordon says, "Coomer?" to which Coomer replies, "Ah! Good morning, Gordon! Another day, another dollar, hmm?" Gordon responds, "Yeah, heheh…right, uh, what…are you doing up so early? We don't work at the Black Mesa anymore, remember?"
"Something got you up?" Coomer's expression falls at Gordon's words, and his earlier facade falls into something somber before picking it back up and waving it off, "I thank you for your concerns, Gordon! But you needn't hear the…the ramblings of an elderly mind!" Gordon takes a long swig of his coffee, looking at nothing in particular. "Honestly, after the night I had? What's another?" Coomer considers this offer quietly.
"Gordon…I see a darkness," he finally speaks. Gordon raises an eyebrow at that, "A…darkness? Like, pitch black or, like, evil?" "Nothingness, Gordon," he says. Not quite understanding, Gordon asks, "Oh…where'd you see it?" Coomer looks out upon the world before him, the one that sits abundantly around him, and yet seems more like a mere, single screen of moving pictures before his eyes suspended in a wider expanse of void. "Oh…it's everywhere."
"And I can't ignore it." Picking up his cheery facade from earlier, albeit an imitation of what it once was, he quickly adds, "But…this old chap's lived through worse! We all have now, haven't we…?"
"Can I hug you, Dr Coomer?" The question surprises him out of his thoughts in a way that has Gordon scrambling to explain himself, "I-I mean- It's just an offer! Don't feel obligated! I, uh, you just…looked like you needed one…" Coomer's eyes go soft with a genuine smile, "…I think that would be wonderful, Gordon." Accepting his embrace, he says, "Thank you."
End ID.]
Coomer can have a hug, as a treat.
Also, I cannot paragraph IDs in list format and I sad
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Okay! For the first fic, we have…
Rating: G
Notable tags: fluff, sfw
Pairing: benrey/gordon freeman
Words: 5.5k
Summary: Benrey spends some quality time with Gordon.
Rating, opinions, and other thoughts below rhe cut! Requests and suggestions are open! I’ll get to the ones already in my inbox soon. :)
This fic was short, but so sweet. I’m personally a sucker for fluff and I really enjoy reading about fic centered around Benrey’s comment about being friends when they were younger. It’s such a nice addition that makes everything all the more sweet!
I like a short read that can get my mood up, and this was exactly that! It’s a 9/10 in my book. I would definitely recommend it if you’d like a short, cute little fic to read in your spare time!
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