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(Ask Game)
POV: something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective
This is a super fun one to consider, and right away I thought of Sweet Dreams Are Made of Bees, because Benrey is being SO weird for that whole fic due to The Situation. So let's see a small snippet of what was going on with him that covers a short span between Chapters 2 and 3:
"Hey, Benrey," Gordon says, and how is he so calm? Benrey nearly ripped his arm off just a few minutes ago, but he's - it's like he's ignoring it, and that's never happened before. He's not making any sense, he's not working right, and there's nothing Benrey can do about it but continue to listen. “I’m...having trouble with this. How do you think Dr. Coomer would explain this situation to me?”
Oh. Now there's an idea. Benrey thinks about it for a moment. He's never had another person in this space - another real person, like really real - but it makes sense that since they both know Dr. Coomer, they should be able to come up with a pretty accurate...puppet, or whatever they're called. He can't think of the word right now. He can't think of much without his thoughts circling back around to - yes, that, exactly. Stop thinking about that.
Benrey huffs quietly and shrugs. Only one way to find out if this will work, and that's to try it. “Why don’t you, uh, why don’t you ask him?”
"What?" Gordon sounds distracted, and Benrey risks a quick glance at his face. Luckily, he's peering over Benrey's shoulder with that focused expression that suggests Joshua is about to do something that Gordon believes is reckless. Here, in this place, his green eyes glow like the slime Dr. Coomer loves so much (and claims to be allergic to).
Benrey knows better now than to try to mention that - apparently "slime" isn't an acceptable thing for human eyes to be compared to. But Benrey likes the color, and doesn't understand why - oh, right, can't think about that. Can't think about this. Think about - think about Dr. Coomer, and his way with words, how he can describe things, how he's so smart even if he says dumb things about Benrey wanting to stay with Gordon...
"Wait, what?" Gordon says, startling, and Benrey slams his eyes closed and wrenches at the image in his stupid dumb brain. It's worked before - don't think about that - it can work again, he has to make it work again -
“Hello Gordon!” Dr. Coomer says cheerily as he lands heels-down on the ground several feet away.
“Dr. Coomer?!” Gordon yelps as Coomer steps forward and collapses soundlessly into a cross-legged position next to him and Benrey.
“Hello, Gordon!” Dr. Coomer says again. “Hello, Security Chief Boper!”
Wait, why would he - oh, right, that tracks. Benrey was trying to make a version of him that would put Gordon more at ease. But he still has to check for himself, and there's only one way to be sure. “Hey, uh, you got credentials? Passport, or...can I see it please?”
“Hang on -” Gordon starts to say, but Dr. Coomer is already handing Benrey a brown leather bifold with an embossed seal on the front. Benrey nearly sighs in relief when he can read the words on the seal. He forgets why that's important right now, and he doesn't have the brain-space to think about it. (Don't think about it don't think -)
To distract himself, Benrey flips the bifold open and peers at the inside. There's a picture of Dr. Coomer - oddly blurry, but that might be Gordon's influence, Benrey's not sure - and another set of seals and stamps and information that Benrey honestly doesn't care about right now. Normally he could use it to verify where he was, but he knows all too well at the moment. He doesn't need a reminder in text.
Instead, Benrey flips the bifold closed and sinks his aching teeth into the soft material, the taste of dusty leather bursting across his tongue. He's been clenching his jaw so hard that it's a relief to bite something like this, something with give. For a moment he almost considers -
Dr. Coomer coughs discreetly, and Benrey yanks the verification out of his mouth. He can't go down that path, no matter how easy it would be. He can't think about it. (Don't think -)
When he hands the bifold back, Dr. Coomer winks at him, a genial smile tucked into his mustache. ...Maybe Benrey made sure he was a version that would put his own mind at ease, as well. Wouldn't that be nice, for once?
“All present and accounted for," Benrey mumbles. "You’re, uh, good to go."
“What the fuck,” Gordon says.
“Hello, Gordon!” Dr. Coomer says again.
Benrey sighs to himself and squeezes his aching eyes closed. This version of Dr. Coomer should be able to keep Gordon busy and help him figure things out. They're both way smarter than Benrey is when it comes to thinking things like this through - probably from all the theoretical...whatevers they have so many of. Doesn't help Gordon when he's trying to figure out how to put together Joshua's newest LEGO kits, but it's gotta be good for something, right? They'll figure it out, and Benrey won't have to think about anything, and then both he and Gordon can wake up and everything will go back to normal and be fine forever.
Right?
Don't think about the other possibilities, don't think about the blood or the gun, don't think about it, don't think -
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Tommy discretely pocketed what he thought was soda for later.
Gordon rounded up the group to prepare to trek off into the city.
“Alright guys, we should start making our way to Eli’s lab to meet up with Alyx and Barney-“
“And our friend Benrey!” Coomer interjected.
Gordon’s face fell into an expression of visible disgust at the mention of that name. He dismissed Coomer in a tone that might have sounded more uncaring and contemptuous that intended.
“We’re not going there for him.”
“And what the fuck are we going to do with this?!” Bubby gestured to Forzen, who had been standing and staring at random points in the room, seemingly bored of his situation. He looked down at Bubby after a pause.
“Hey I have a name.”
“I’m old as the fucking pyramids you think I’d remember that?? I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning!! Or if I even had breakfast!!! Gordon when are we getting breakfast??”
Gordon squinted, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed.
“Let’s just… everyone keep a close eye on bootboy; he could be useful later.
Boper ran up behind the 7 foot tall soldier.
“Hey uh Boper? Be careful with him; he could teleport or whatever at any moment,” Gordon said.
It was when he saw Forzen from behind that he spotted a small familiar symbol on the back of his neck just below his right ear.
Chapter 3 finale part (1/3)
Yeesss I’m back!! Schools finally over so I can buckle down and back more Barnrey yaYY
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Hello! I was wondering if you’ll eventually reveal Boper’s colors? I want to make some colored fanart of him and have an idea for a palette but I want to know if it’s okay to make an interpretation or if you have colors in mind for him already. Thank you! :)
Hi! Yeah I do have a colored version on him! (it’s a doodle and unfortunately it’s the only colored version I have of him so far) but yeah you can also feel free to interpret him however you’d like! :-D
(And his uniform is just the normal guard outfit colors from half life)
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