#signed joshua

[asvrai]

Hey, wait! Where's GLaDOS? Is she okay??? -✨

[For the first time since being ousted as the core AI, GLaDOS speaks to you.]

< This is the nightmare scenario. >

[asvrai]

Hello! You’re cheerful little things, aren’t you?

Except that one, I guess. 

Anyway, yes, Chell is my daughter. I’ve been worried sick about her since I realized the vault door back topside had sealed, but it turns out she made her way to me!

{He was all angry about people coming into the lab, and he was gonna throw some gel at Dr. Coomer. Then he saw me and stopped trying to be scary and just started crying.}

{You cried too.}

{Did not.}

Did too!

[asvrai]

Current Time: 10:03 AM

Time Until GLaDOS Activation:  -3 minutes

[asvrai]

They're over by the blast doors, Gordon! - ✨

[Pushing past Dr. Bubnick and Tommy, making his own path through the crowd, Gordon arrives at the front of the room.]

Joshua!

Daddy!!

[asvrai]

That's good, at least. Chell, Joshie, how you two holding up?

[You glance around for the kids. Joshua is holding onto Kevin’s top handle for dear life, and Chell has the Morality core and Curiosity core settled next to her. The children themselves are asleep, with Joshua’s head on Chell’s shoulder. Their sleep look less than peaceful, but they seem unharmed.]

[asvrai]

“Dad?”

“Daddy!”

“Hm? What’s up Joshie?”

Joshua hands his father a manilla folder. “Your boss brought you some work and said to check your messages.”

“Right. Thanks kiddo. Why don’t you go find Chell?” Joshua gives Gordon a quick hug and runs off, leaving Gordon to rub the sleep from his eyes as he pulls out his Aperture Science Portable Phone Prototype™. 

No messages yet.

[asvrai]

are coomer and the kids still making their way out okay?

Good news, nanobots! We’ve arrived at the exit! 

Dr. Coomer...

Bad news, nanobots! The exit is closed!

[A large metal blast door is covering the elevator access. The lobby is filled with people, some escorting children. At the base of the blast door, a single marine is trying his best to lift the heavy door.]

[asvrai]

Oh you're in the offices mister Coomer? uh be careful, I may have knocked over my coffee cup in my haste to evacuate and left a puddle on the floor.. don't slip!

[Glancing at the floor, Coomer sidesteps an oddly thick red puddle as he quickly guides the children through the room.]

That’s not the only thing spilled...

{?}

 ...?

...

Did you know that Black Mesa has developed a information archive that anyone from Black Mesa can edit? It knows about everything! For example, coffee! 

Coffee is a tree of genus Coffea, its seeds, and a stimulating beverage prepared from those seeds. Coffee is widely cultivated in tropical countries--

[Dr. Coomer continues, doing his best to keep the children’s attention on his impromptu lesson and not the chaos around them.]