HLVRAI One-Shotz/Headcanonz/Art

teal to green [frenrey]

Night had fallen over the Black Mesa facility that day. it was fairly quiet besides the occasional scuttling of whatever creatures were lurking in the shadows and some quiet sniffling, until, a voice joined the ambience. "woahhhh, cringe." it teased. the sniffling abruptly halted. "Huh-Wh- Oh. You." One (1) Gordon Freeman muttered. "yeah, who else would it be." Benrey replied bluntly. "Hopefully Someone I Actually Don't Fucking Hate." they growled back. "dang feetman that's kind of mean ." was the response they were met with. "Oh? Kind Of Mean? Well, I Think I Have The Right To Be 'Mean'" Gordon said, holding up the poor bloody remainder of what used to be his right arm. Benrey stared at the severed limb and blinked slowly. "oh-oh damn what happened there- what happened to your arm?? looks kind of fucked up not gonna lie." he said, maybe not trying to come off as condescending, but it sure as hell sounded like it. "'Kind of fucked up'?" Gordon spluttered. "Kind Of Fucked Up?!" he said, slightly more intense. Benrey nodded. "yeah. do you- do you need help or anything. cause i think you need help." he offered. Gordon continued to curse under his breath, quite possibly on the verge of tears. "You Think?" He spat. "I Think You Need To Shut The Fuck Up." tears welled in his eyes. "hey no need to yell at me." Benrey protested, hopping down from the crate he was currently situated on. He landed with a graceful thud and stood back up. "im trying to help you man and like you're yelling at me that's not nice. maybe you'd feel better if you started being- uh- nice." Gordon felt himself becoming progressively angrier as this stupid eldritch bastard kept going. "Oh? So You Think I'm The Problem Here, Huh?" He barked. "Well, News Flash! I Didn't Ask To Get My Fucking Arm Cut Off By The Fucking Military! You Wanna Know Who Called For That To Happen?!?! Huh?? Actually, Scratch That, You Already Kn-" his rant was swiftly interrupted. "huh wh- no i don't. who- who did that man." Gordon was infuriated by this statement, but he didn't dare waste his breath on arguing with Benrey of all people. "it looks pretty bad but like-like maybe you need to calm down." they spoke, letting a few blue notes of the classic sweet voice symphony slip out of their mouth.

Gordon did not appreciate the bubbles splattering against his face, actually, he hated the fact that whatever drugs were administered in these things were genuinely soothing him. He didn't want to be calm. He wanted to be angry. He had good reason to, after all. "Hey, Cut That Out, Now." He demanded. "what- why- no." Benrey argued. "i- i think you should calm down so-" The singing continued much to Gordon's dismay. He covered his ears and shuffled to face the other direction. "bro you're not helping yourself right now and like thats- thats cringe bro. not an epic gamer moment. not poggers." the security guard told him sternly. "I Wouldn't Need Help If You Hadn't-! Ghhhh- Just Leave Me Alone." Gordon's voice faded as he hugged his knees' hugged' is a loose term, actually, i think you might need two arms for that. there was a short pause. "no." was Benrey's predictable reply. the other male let out a quiet defeated noise. "Fine." Gordon groaned. "What The Fuck Do You Want Now, Anyways?" he added, skeptical. "well i wanted your passport but-" he cut himself off. "But What?" they repeated. "thats- thats not important right now. i think you should calm down first- wait-" he cut himself off again. maybe hesitant or maybe just broken ai, who knows. Benrey sang a few more notes, though these ones were lighter in color. Gordon watched the teal and green orbs gravitate towards his separated arm and temporarily place themselves on top of whatever was left of it. he didn't expect a miracle, of course. not like his arm was just going to magically come back. at least the unbearable stinging of the open and possibly infected wound seemed to calm itself down slightly. Gordon was grateful, but there was no way in hell he was gonna apologise. not yet, anyways. he almost let the simplest "thanks" escape his mouth but he quickly caught and stopped himself, making sure his hatred for this man (?) was still clear. "it's a- i did a heal beam on you." Benrey explained. "looked like you needed it. i coulddddddddddddd be wrong though." they shrugged. Gordon raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. he watched, awestruck as the colorful bubbles seeped into his wound and then disappeared altogether. "How Do Y-How Do You Even Do That?" He asked, clutching his injured arm with his still intact one. Benrey paused. "i just do lol." he walked closer to Gordon before slumping down beside him. Gordon froze up and shuffled a few feet away. Benrey accepted this, albeit begrudgingly. the other man spoke up. "Can You...Do It Again?" he queried, almost embarrassed. "huh? what's that? feetman wants more magic balls? kind of- kind of gay if you ask me." the guard smirked, trying not to burst out laughing.the scientist was quickly taken aback, his face immediately becoming red with flusterment. "Benrey, I Swear To God I Will Fucking Hit Y-" his anger was cut off by Benrey silencing him with the sweet voice once again. even then he wasn't going to admit that he liked that odd sound, as much as he wanted to say it, he didn't want the thirsty bastard getting any ideas. so, he just watched the colorful orbs float around, mesmerised, his cheeks still carrying the lightest trace of rosy pink blush. Benrey quite obviously had next to no rhythm, and he clearly didn't know how basic song structure worked, but it didn't matter. whatever random sounds he was emitting were hypnotic enough for Gordon to not deck him directly into the sun the moment they locked eyes again

"you feelin' any better? ahem not like i care or anything,,," the visibly shorter one of the two asked. "Okay, Come On. What Kind Of Weird Fanfiction Are You Trying To Force Me Into Here?" said Gordon, looking directly into the reader's soul. "And As If I'm Gonna Tell You. You're Just Gonna Cut Me Off, Or Sweet Voice Me, Or Hell, Ask Me For My Fucking Passport, Which, I Clearly Do Not Have!" He huffed. "why- why would you think i was gonna ask you for your passport? since when have i ever asked you for it?" they murmured. Gordon was genuinely dumbfounded by how oblivious Benrey was to his own actions. "Uh, Like, Every Five-Fucking-Minutes?" he replied. "what no- no i don't- oh hey, i forgot, do you have your passport?" Gordon vibrated in frustration for a moment. Benrey picked up on this and quickly sweet voiced him back into semi-tranquility. it was practically a life hack at this point. "dude stop being so pressed i just need your identification." he voiced his apparent opinion. "Benrey. Benrey. Benrey. Why Do You Need My ID?? We Are In The Middle Of A Fucking Apocalypse. That Should Be The Least Of Your Concerns!!" Gordon responded tiredly. "because- uh- because your id tells me whether the government think you're attractive or not...yeah" "That Is Not What An ID Is For, Man." he would've laughed if it wasn't for the sheer pain he was experiencing, but a smile was plastered across his face nonetheless. it was nice, in those few moments, Gordon was almost getting along with Benrey, they were even having a civil conversation, but then Gordon remembered why he was in so much pain right then. why most of his arm had been unfairly sliced off. so, his smile faded. his face now blank, tinged with a slight bit of distress. "hm? whats wrong man we were like having a good time and now, like, you're not." Benrey coughed up a few teal bubbles."Uh, Well, Let's See. Just About Everything?" Gordon sighed, burying his head in his hands. wait. *hand. he brought his head back up."I Don't- I Do Not Have As Many Limbs As A- As I Should." he seemed to be becoming genuinely more and more distraught. Benrey frowned. "oh nooooooooo, just put the bad feelings in a- in the cringe compilation." he choked up some more bubbles, dark blue ones this time. "I- What?" Mr Freeman tilted his head, clearly confused. Benrey mirrored this action.

His pale hand gravitated towards the theoretical physicist's armored shoulder. He placed it down gently, looking into Gordon's dull, green eyes. He did the same with his other hand, still not breaking eye contact. The scientist would've pulled away, but his curiosity kept him in place. The two exchanged a few slow blinks before Benrey pulled Gordon in closer and closer, until the two were in a slightly awkward and possibly unwanted hug. in this moment, the mostly chaotic security guard was surprisingly gentle. he wasn't gunning down innocents or declaring his love for the playstation, he was just..quiet, before he started utilising the sweet voice again, of course. soft, colorful notes filled the otherwise barren room as things had finally calmed down, even temporarily so. "oh look you calmed down sweet." Benrey's face showed a small trace of a smile as he patted the larger male's back. The larger male in question sighed, and then failed to stifle a yawn, clearly giving away how exhausted he was after recent shenanigans. "brooooooooooooooooo you should, like, go to sleep. being tired is- uh- cringe, and you are sooooo not cringe." the guard quickly realised he had slipped up by accidentally complimenting Gordon to his face. this was not how this was supposed to go in his head at all. luckily, the scientist had almost fallen unconscious in Benrey's grasp, so it was unlikely that he even processed what had been said. "jk jk jk i was,,,obviously lying. you're mega cringe." he whispered to cover himself up, before letting his lullaby continue. the scientist wriggled in his arms before going limp. while this startled Benrey at first, he was quickly reassured when he realised that Gordon had simply fallen asleep. "woaaaaaaahh epic victory royale there, feetman." he patted his back again and held him tighter, squeezing out a few more dark blue bubbles when possible. "you- you did it. you beat the game of- of insomnia but not like the actual game- like- insomnia itself" Benrey gave out some encouragement, even it was practically indecipherable. "good job, feetman. good job."

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