22 Feb 2021
The blare of the emergency meeting alarm made Gordon jump and drop the wires he was teasing back together with a startled curse. At his feet, Joshua looked up, and Gordon could see his stern little face through the child-sized visor as he pursed his lips.
“Dad, why are there so many meetings on this ship?”
Gordon sighed and swung Joshua up onto his shoulders before moving out of the electrical room and heading up through storage toward the cafeteria at a brisk trot. “This is a different kind of ship than we’re used to, buddy. It’s not a transport, remember? It’s a mission ship. And there were some, uh, issues with the last ones, remember how we talked about that? So if anyone sees anything weird, they have to call a meeting about it, and we all have to make sure to show up as soon as possible.”
He felt the thud of Joshua flopping dramatically over the top of his helmet. “But this is the third one today, and they’re so boring,” Joshua whined. “Everyone just stands around and talks.”
Gordon chuckled as he stepped into the main conference room. “Yeah, bud, that’s what a meeting is. You’ve broken it down to the bare essentials.”
HLVRAI/Among Us Crossover AU
20 Feb 2021
“...Tommy? Did you steal a kid?”
“What? Haha, noooo, Mr. Freeman, of - of course not -”
Gordon rubbed his free hand over his face and sighed. “Wait, yeah, that’s ridiculous. Benrey stole the kid, didn’t he?”
“...Welllll…” Tommy dragged the word out, and Gordon went cold.
“Wait, did he - did he actually steal a kid? Do we need to call the cops? Tommy, what is going -”
“Mr. Freeman, listen!" Tommy snapped. "It’s Benrey. The kid is...it’s Benrey.”
De-aging fic, because why not.
17 Feb 2021
It took a ridiculously long time for the rest of the Science Team to realize that Gordon had lost the ability to talk.
In their defense, though, it took him quite a while to notice himself.
08 Feb 2021
They snatched Benrey from the grocery store parking lot, and he couldn't help but be vaguely impressed that they actually managed to catch him by surprise.
18 Nov 2020
Gordon Freeman is dreaming.
That’s the only option, really. He can’t be hallucinating - he’d taken shrooms a few times in college and it hadn’t been anything like this. Yes, the colors of the world changed, and textures were different, but it was an overall pleasant experience every time, and so far, this is not. There are floating islands in a vast, oddly-lit nebula, there are fuzzy multicolored spheres in the distance, there are far-off winged shapes moving slowly through the air - this is a whole different world, this is something strange and alien and - and -
This is Xen. He has to accept it. He’s back on Xen, and he’s dreaming, because that’s the only acceptable option.