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[ This is a fan askblog, the characters are derived from RTVS's HLVRAI. ]
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Trigger list and general no-nos under the cut:
Alright, for your own safety, we're gonna run through some potentially triggering stuff that'll come up while you're here:
Trauma
Paranoia
Hallucinations
Dissociation
Nightmares
Depression
Triggers we'll tag:
tw unreality
tw stammering
tw eye contact / tw scopophobia
tw blood
tw panic (for panic attacks)
tw suicide ment
More to be updated
That's not all of them! They WILL be updated as we go, and that's gonna depend a lot on what you talk to them about, but I WILL be making new posts, in addition to this Pinned post, to update y'all when there's a trigger update.
All triggers will be tagged "trigger" and "tw trigger", so blacklist what you need to!
If y'all need any extra trigger warnings not already listed here, just DM them and I'll tag 'em too if they come up.
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Okay then, we all set? We all good? Cool, play nice now y'all!
Gordon then gets a serious look on his face, observing it.
He gives the box a quick kick and backs up quickly, watching for a reaction from a safer distance.
The box remains quiet and unchanged.
"Okay..."
"..."
"...wait, hang on a second."
Gordon pulls out his phone. He looks carefully at the screen.
"...this is the sleep study thing."
He looks at the box and then back to his phone.
"This is the sleep study thing? Whuh- they just sent it in a cardboard box?? I thought it was gonna be more... I dunno, more ELABORATE or something."
When he goes to take a closer look, he realizes the box isn't sealed. Gordon barks a laugh of surprise.
"What the- this thing isn't even taped! Well, easier for me, I guess."
Carefully, he lifts the box flaps.
Nestled in the sea of packing peanuts inside it is a watch of some kind.
Gordon stops short of tripping over a box that materializes seemingly out of nowhere in his path, but by the time he looks back, it's gone. He continues edging towards the package in front of his house.
It looks ordinary, just a normal cardboard box - not too big, not too small. It doesn't seem to have a label on it.
"...did I order something online yesterday? I don't remember getting anything- what IS this?"
do you know your way back? you DID get lost on the way here :(
"Do I know my way back- yeah, I think so? I spotted a couple of landmarks...and there's that tree over there that Tommy mentioned. Can't forget the dog-shaped hole in the fence."
"...and uhh, looks like someone's...not too happy about that. Ohhh yeah, he's yellin'. We're just gonna walk by real quick."
There's something in front of Gordon that wasn't there before. He stares at it until it begins to make sense.
A line.
A wall.
Two walls.
Gordon takes a step back and spots the blank TV screen mounted not too far away. His forehead is still cool from the concrete.
He'd walked himself into a corner of the living room.
well he hasn't hurt you yet, and dr coomer doesn't seem to be having problems after drinking the soup he brought over. maybe he does wanna be nice now
"...Coomer, how's that soup treating you?"
"Like the fanciest lady in town!"
"Right...right, that made...no sense, are we sure he's not poisoned?"
"Benrey wouldn't do that."
"DO WE HAVE PROOF??? Do we have ANY proof that he wouldn't do that, that he wouldn't hesitate to just, MURDER us because he felt like it-"
"Gordon-"
"No, don't fu- THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE! There were SO many people back at Black Mesa who never stood a chance against him. He's taken lives for FUN. We're sitting here acting like he couldn't do it again- he could. He could-"
"...I don't think he's supposed to turn that colour..."
"-fuckin' scale up and crush this place like it's nothing!! I mean- fuck that HE COULD REACH THROUGH OUR SKULLS AND RIP OUR FUCKIN' BRAINS OUT-"
"GMan??? How big's this problem you're handling even, should I be worried-"
"Gordon, I'm alright now. That soup was delightful."
"Uhhh, good for you man. Tommy-"
"No."
He does not elaborate.
Gordon laughs nervously.
"Ok????"
"Excuse me, can you quiet down over there? We're getting to the good bit!"
Bubby gestures to the darkened TV screen.
"Dude, that thing's not even on!"
"woah, talk about taste man. you never watched tv before?"
Gordon shuts up so fast.
Benrey dips back into the ceiling. He leaves a red orb of sweet voice behind in his wake.
"Mr Freeman, that was a joke! He wasn't planning on, hurting you."
"..."
Gordon drops his voice into a whisper.
"You guys are SERIOUSLY telling me you aren't concerned about that? Like, not even a little bit? That guy is like a fuckin' LIGHTSWITCH. You remember what happened last time."
"Give me, like, a SINGLE good reason for why I should trust him."
"I think, I think you're scaring him, Benrey. Mr Freeman's not, not feeling too good."
"what're you talking about? no i'm not."
Benrey flashes a grin.
Light reflects off a row of glinting, white molars. Only molars.
Gordon thanks him silently when Tommy steps in front of him, putting space between them.
"Benrey, he's afraid of you."
The room goes quiet.
Over Tommy's shoulder, Benrey tilts his face into view. Observing him.
Gordon swallows. His throat feels tight.
Finally, Benrey sinks back into the wall.
"Mr Freeman...?"
"Uh- uh huh?"
"Mr Freeman...I'm not..."
"...I know you're concerned, but I'm not allowed, to tell you what's, uh, up."
It takes a solid minute, but Gordon connects the dots between this and him questioning Tommy earlier.
