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Story Masterpost
This post will link to all story and memory posts, organised in the story timeline (including putting memories where they occurred). If you don't have time to read them, please visit the summary page (insert link). It can also be found here on AO3.
Sweet Voice Memories
The Naming Of The STBFD
Establishing Base
Let Him B B B B B B B B
Totally Normal Grocery Trip
You Thought You'd Get Soft Grandpas But It Was I, Angst
Orange Peel
Skeletons in the Closet
Oh dear. I'm sorry to have frightened you. Believe me, causing you any harm is the last thing I want. I'm no doctor of Black Mesa's, nor a doctor at all. Not nearly clever enough to be. And you'd be surprised how much about you is kept secret. By you moreso than anyone. I suppose this is before you learned to keep everything about yourself under lock and key, though. Sorry, this must be confusing. Here. I think you'll like this. I don't imagine there are many down here: it's a flower.
[Slowly he scoots out of the little spot in his tube that he curled up into and floats over to you once more]
"You're... not?”
[He looks doubtful. But he also reckons if you were here to hurt him, you probably would of done it by now. A rather sad way for him to find reassurance in your words]
“It’s fine... you can stay. I don’t know what the Hell is going on here though. What anyone is talking about. No one tells me stuff...”
[He presses his hand against the inside of the tube, looking curiously at that little flower... it’s odd to actually see one, a normal one at that. Sure, he knows what they are, he knows everything that could be injected into his brain about flowers, plants and, well, everything. But seeing one is different...]
“Huh...”
Ah, forgive me, Bubby. I wasn't sure when exactly you picked up that name. I'd love to know the story behind it, though I doubt you'd trust me enough to tell me. Mine is 'Lux' if you wish to call me anything. For I endeavor to, when possible, shed some light on things. As for tests I've none to give, nor take. Just wanted to see how you were. Maybe provide some company. I imagine you don't you get much of it. At least not of a friendly sort.
[Bubby narrows his eyes, giving you a suspicious look]
“It was the first thing I said. Not a secret”
[There’s probably more to be said here but he isn’t saying it]
“Lux? No... No Dr Lux here... which department are you from-”
[Some thought comes to him and he immediately backs up against the tube, hissing a bit and trying to curl himself into a corner, grabbing what he can of the tubes and wires and clutching them close to his chest.]
“You, you’re here, you want to sabotage the project, you, me, me, me, you want to k-kill me?”
[Each word is spat out with panic, scratching against his throat, but he refuses to stop. Perhaps his reaction is a good enough answer to the whole company thing, if that’s his first thought. You can probably find a way to calm him down though]
Bubby! Though I suppose maybe you haven't gotten that moniker yet. Maybe 'Petey'? Get it like 'p-d' for PD8088?Anyways, Look at you! You must be famous. You're 'in the tube' after all! That's a pun about colloquial terms for televisions. How are you?
[He stares at you silently as you speak, only breaking eye contact to occasionally glance around, as though he's looking for something. When you finish speaking, he maintains his silence, swimming up in the liquid to try and look behind you. Once he's established there isn't anyone of interest there, he finally turns his attention to your questions]
"Bubby. Just. Bubby. No. PD. Petey. PD8088. Anything. Just Bubby."
[He glares at you as he speaks. Seems he's already taken on that name and is rather attached to it. He looks around once more, again waiting for something. He frowns once nothing comes and turns back to you again]
"... What test is this? I'm tired. No test was planned for tonight. Go away"
... JB Logan, how do /you/ know what Dr Bubby is up to these days?
It is part of my... “Reassignment” that I know. That and this situation we find ourselves in. I wouldn’t usually take a huge amount of interest in past projects, especially hijacked ones that were led to failure thanks to those weaker influences... however, here I am.
Actually he's been chasing bugs and looking a cool plants, mostly. He had a brief interaction with people, but sadly he ran away in fears of hurting them. Otherwise he seems to be having a fun time. I don't think he has wings, either? And he sort of catches on fire more than 'breathes' it. As for never being able to call me an idiot again I doubt it considering he already has. But I do find your attempts to get under my skin amusing.
That just shows his deficiencies. Probably due to all the coddling he's received over the years. It has made him far too... soft and afraid. Sentimental. Still clinging to the ruins of his fake life. Perhaps with time, if he stops trying to deny his nature, he'll transform fully...until then he's nothing. Useless. A malformed beast with no purpose. Chasing bugs and looking at plants is hardly the work of a scientist or a weapon... pathetic.
And I have no intention to get under your skin. I am simply stating the truth of the matter. Sounds like you may have a problem if you can't accept it.
*slams fists on table* give us the tube man!
[It’s dark in here. The only light is a green glow that is reflecting off the wall you are facing. Why are you facing a wall? Turn around and look at the tube instead, where that green glow originates from. There’s a person floating in there, wearing something similar to a hospital gown. A few tubes and wires run off of various places on his body, all heading up to the top of the containment tube. There’s a panel to the side that seems to display information, vital signs and the like.
It’s rather quiet here, isn’t it? And lonely...
An eye flickers open. Cyan. He’s looking at you]
“...”
Oh I know he was made an adult. It's too bad we can't see how he is. And, as for being called an idiot we're pretty used to that here I think. It's part of his charm.
You know an awful lot about a classified experiment, don’t you?
And it is so tragic you can’t see him then, but isn't it far more interesting to see how he is doing right now? Rampaging about, filling the skies with flames and lashing out at anyone who approaches him? Finally, my work is actually being realised. I spent years on that project, only to have it hijacked and combined with a far lesser one to do with artificial humanity. PD8808 should have only ever been a weapon. He’s been wasting his potential up until now.
Such a shame he'll probably never call you an idiot again then
So does this mean Bubby, still in the tube, is there? A little baby Bubby? How you holding up, Bubs?
I'm afraid you are going to be disappointed. It seems only a few of us have been dragged here for your questions, rather than you getting to visit the past... though perhaps you could persuade whoever is allowing this nonsense to let you see that one day. It seems they run only on fickle whims... eager to please you all.
Even if that happened though, there would be no... ugh... 'Baby Bubby'. PD8808 was created as an adult, with intelligence injections as a substitution for the usual human learning process. We didn't want to waste any time with an unnecessary childhood on an experiment. He was made to fill a role. To research and, eventually, to fight. I understand your confusion, he was designed to deceive, but he is a weapon. Nothing more.
If you do speak to him in his most primitive form, prior to emergence, I do hope you consider a conversation to be entirely composed of someone calling you an idiot.
@Dr Logan A) How's "Reassignment" working out for you? B) You suck, I hope your toast is always badly cooked.
Hmm? Ah. Reassignment is... fulfilling, of course. I am serving my purpose and that is all that matters. We all should serve our purpose-
Ha, why, what an odd little curse... whatever have I done to cause you to feel that way? I do believe this is the first time we’ve met. I haven’t had time to do anything, yet.
Hey, Mr Bailey! Did you like working for BM? If you had another shot, would you have taken the same job?
Oh, uh hello. This is a little odd, huh? Let’s see...
Oh God. That place. Is this all something to do with that place? I hope not... thought I’d seen the last of it... though would be silly of me to think they’d actually leave me alone though.
Listen, lemme tell you something. Someone out of the blue comes over and offers you a great salary for security work at a remote underground facility, nice and isolated away from everyone, and they don’t ask too many questions about you? Don't even want to run a background check? That shit is too good to be true. You’re going to see some weird stuff that no therapist can fucking help you with.
Would I take it again? Ugh. I probably wouldn’t have had much of a choice. I needed them not to ask too many questions... and that’s what you end up with.
I don’t think I understand the youth.
Dr Logan is a beandad
[!] Dr Sterling, what did the astronomy department do to warrant a meteor?
Oh! Well hello! Isn’t this an unusual situation? Still, no matter, as long as it is what the stars desire! Oh, I'm so excited to have some interest in the department once more!
Now, onto your question! The meteor was in fact purposefully summoned! For years we face ridicule and were ignored when it came to funding and appreciation, in favour of other departments! Astronomy obviously was our main rival and their eagerness to dissect the stars into nothing more than matter and energy meant they could never begin to understand our research. How dare we suggest that there was more to space than the science we already knew? How could we think to suggest that there could be elements beyond our understanding, forces that acted on a far greater scale than we could comprehend and that perhaps we should seek out those answers, rather than hope for an easily digestible solution! For so many must believe that humanity is the peak of existence, rather than accept the possibility that far more stretches beyond, least they allow doubt about our ways of living creep in!
Well! That was a bit of a tangent. Back to the meteor. With all that in mind, we set about to do something undeniable to prove our subject to be useful and to rain down vengeance upon our enemies! Manipulating the truth of the stars so that events would fall as we desired!
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...we really should have performed the experiment in their lab, instead of in ours...
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