Dec 1, 2020
First post? Pretty cringe bro.
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First post? Pretty cringe bro.
mx ren! bastard devil did a dream thing! i dont know if its right of us to explain what exactly happened, just.. you know.
“What--?!”
Theories as to how and why spin in Ren’s mind, but they’re quickly shoved out by Gordon’s state. Their expressions softens.
“Oh... oh, Gordon, honey... You’re safe now, Gordon, you’re safe...”
Gently Ren puts their arms around Gordon, and that’s the final push that breaks the dam.
Gordon latches onto Ren and sobs openly into their shoulder. They hold him tight, rubbing his back.
“Just let it all out, Gordon... It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here...”
GORDONNNNNNNNN!!!!!! MR GORDON YOU'RE AWAKE HI WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH,,,, we're so sorry you had to see that
Gordon can’t reply. His throat is too tight, he knows the moment he speaks he’ll start sobbing. He feels ashamed, humiliated, everyone saw that, the Devil almost had him, the Devil used his image to try and trick him with sweet words and false promises and just hammered in the fact that he’s gone he feels violated he feels vulnerable he feels sick--
WHUMP.
The door to the shack flies open.
“What the hell is goin’ on in here?!”
Ren gasps. “Gordon--?” Immediately they are kneeling at his side, gentle hands on his shoulders. “Gordon, what...?”
Gordon. Do ya wanna stay here? Wit' this facsimile of Ryland? Don't yew remember? Yer star already burned out long ago... -8th
“... Ryland is--”
“Right here, Gordie. I’m right here...”
“No. You’re--you’re not him. Ryland... Ryland is dead.”
“I don’t have to be. But it’s your choice whether I do or don’t.”
“SHUT UP! You’re not him, you’re LYING!”
The sun has already begun to set. Gordon watches in horror as the walls rot and decay around him, as the ground cracks and dirties, how the ceiling crumbles to dust.
Ryland stands, unfazed.
The room starts to give way to blackness.
Gordon spins around and sprints.
Those voices are growing louder.
I UNRAVEL UNTIL I REMEMBER. SITTING ON THE ROOF OF YOUR BEAT-UP CAR, WHEN I WAS YOUR ORBIT AND YOU WERE MY STAR. BUT NOW YOU'RE A BLACK HOLE AND I AM LEFT NUMB FROM THE LOOP OF THESE MEM'RIES, THE LOOP OF THE - THE LOOP OF THE - THE LOOP OF THE -
“Ryland--”
“You have a choice, Gordon. Either you can stay here, with me... or go out there. Alone.”
“Ry, please, I-I can’t--I can’t do this without you--”
“You don’t have to.”
“B-but I - y-you’re... you’re not...”
Those voices are growing louder. They’re calling for him, calling for... something. He feels like he should listen to them, if only he could understand them...!
Gordon Don’t Go To Work Challenge. Fuck Capitalism. Go on strike again capitalism! -Sniped Anon
“I-I...”
“They’re right, Gordie. Don’t you want to stay here? With me?”
“With... you?”
Gordon! Yew gotta snap outta it! Do ya remember where yew are?! -8th
“No - no, okay, I know I’m hearing things.”
“Maybe you’re popular with the neighborhood ghosts, Gordie?”
“N-no, seriously, Ry, I don’t... I don’t know where these are coming from.”
“Look, Gordie, don’t worry about it. We got breakfast to set up, right?”
“I... Ry, this feels important, like it’s urgent...”
“I told you not to worry about it, Gordie.”
Oh I do not like this. I do not like this one bit. You can't feel us either, can you? Cold? Cold for Gordon?
“Okay what the f--Ry, do you hear something?”
“Nnnno? I mean I think I hear some squirrels fighting outside but like--”
“No, no, it - it sounds like people, saying my name.”
“You’re probably just imagining it, babe.” A last kiss to Gordon’s cheek before Ryland finally releases him, and he steps away to stretch his arms. “You don’t have to go to work today, do you?”
“You ask me that every morning, Ry, and the answer never changes.”
“It does some days.”
“Oh my god--yes, Ry, I still have work today.”
“Ughhhhh.” Ryland lays his head on Gordon’s shoulder with an exaggerated slump. “Consider this: you don’t go to work and after breakfast we can go take a nap.”
“As nice as that would be, you know I can’t.”
“Come onnnnn, Gordie.”