Chapter 1: Epilogue
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The heist was over.
Everyone said their goodbyes and went back home, except for Tommy, who went home earlier. Gordon could only imagine the terrifying outcome of Bubby and Coomer’s drive home, the pair actually insisted on driving Gordon back home in the car they stole but Gordon politely declined. He definitely didn’t trust either of them to get him home safely. He preferred to drive back alone and in the comfort of his orange mini cooper.
During the drive home, he couldn’t stop thinking about Benrey and the fact he was there with them. More importantly, alive. Didn’t they kill him? The passports or whatever, that should’ve killed him, right? Gordon decided to push those thoughts aside, it was fine, he actually had a good time.. in a way. Still, he couldn't shake the overwhelming anxiety coursing through his body. The feeling weighing him down the whole drive.
Gordon made it home, which was surprising considering he felt like his brain was asleep for the whole ride. It was a miracle he didn't crash. He opened the door to be welcomed by his messy living room riddled with Joshua’s toys. Joshua is staying with his mother this month and the mess was from yesterday’s packing where he couldn’t choose which toys he wanted to bring with him. He misses him already. Gordon was exhausted but he knew he’d regret not having cleaned in the morning so he used what little energy he had left to clear the living room floor. When he was finished, he practically crawled half-way up the stairs with how much he was hunched over.
He stopped to look back one more time to see a vase knocked over. Thankfully, while the vase itself was unharmed, Gordon’s mood on the other hand was completely shattered. He stomps back down the stairs, quickly fixing the vase, and grumbles his way back up the stairs and into his room. He was out as soon as he hit the bed.
Chapter 2: After Hours
Summary:
A knock came from the front door.
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The night was filled with nothing but the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. That was until a knock came from the front door, slicing through Gordon’s snores. Gordon stayed asleep until the knocks became pounds and what sounded like faint yelling. Sitting up in a panic, Gordon quickly stumbled to grab his glasses and prosthetic hand from his nightstand. While putting both on he glanced at the clock for a moment which read 1:35 AM, before he headed downstairs. Oh shit, was it the police? He wouldn’t be surprised, but of course, he wouldn’t want that to be the case.
Gordon looked through the peephole only to be met with a giant eye staring back at him, evoking a startled gasp from within. “yo. let me in.” The eye said in a voice Gordon knew all too well. Gordon sighs, “No. Benrey, I’m not letting you in, go home…er..,” He reconsiders his words, Benrey probably doesn’t have a home, ”Go.. go to Tommy, or something!” Gordon told him through the door, refusing to open it. “his lame dad banned me, let me in. let’s hang out.” Benrey was persistent. ”What about Coomer and Bubby? Go hang out with them.” Gordon presented his last solution. “hmm. no.” Gordon had no choice; if he just walked away, Benrey would probably just keep knocking.
Though, there was another thought keeping him from walking away. Benrey was at the heist today and didn’t cause any problems, not any problems that involved attempting to kill him and the science team, at least. He seemed okay. Would it really be so bad to let him at least stay the night? Gordon could always kick him out in the morning and beg Tommy’s dad to unban him so he leaves him alone.
Gordon thought hard about this, completely zoning out until Benrey’s loud repetition of Gordon’s name snapped him out of it.
“..Okay.”
Benrey stopped talking and after a notable pause dumbly responded,”huh.” Gordon held back the urge to strangle him through the door and continued,"You can stay here. But just for tonight. Okay?" The door swung open, revealing to Benrey the disheveled, sweaty man before him. Eye bags and all. “oh, cool.” He looked a bit surprised, but that reaction quickly dissipated as he invited himself in and began to look around. As if searching for something.
Once he spotted the PlayStation, his objective was completed. He immediately grabbed the controller and got cozy on the couch, ”let’s see what games you got on here.” Benrey turned on the PlayStation with ease and began sifting through the owner's games. Gordon shut the door and made his way over to Benrey, snatching the controller from his hands with an agitated glare,”Dude, don’t touch my shit.” “we can play together bro, you don’t need to be greedy.” Benrey antagonizes with a shit eating grin, Gordon tries to stand his ground but instantly gives up and lazily throws the controller onto Benrey's lap, ”Just don’t be loud.” He ignored any reaction Benrey was giving him and headed towards the stairs, only making it to one step before being interrupted. “thank you.” followed by a sound that could only be Benrey cringing at his own words. Gordon hesitated before responding, “Oh..um, you're welcome.” Then continued up the stairs.
He couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, he sat down on his bed, finally letting his thoughts from yesterday unravel. Benrey’s alive. Benrey’s here. He buries his head in his hand then lays it out infront of him beside the other. Taking off his prosthetic and placing it on the nightstand, his mind starts to wander as his eyes slowly travel from his fully intact left hand to his right, which was now just a scarred stump. A reminder. A reminder that only became more prevalent now that Benrey was back. He looked away before he spiraled any further. Gordon took some deep breaths. He was okay, everything would be fine, Benrey will be gone tomorrow.
Notes:
longer than the last one, i hope u all enjoy. Thank you again @Gnome_Nudz for beta reading!
Chapter 3: The Steak Of A Past Life
Summary:
After a disappointing call
Notes:
Thank you so much @Gnome_Nudz and my sister for assisting me with this chapter
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Gordon enters the living room after a disappointing phone call, finding Benrey in the same place he left him the night prior.
“Hey, so, I called Tommy and, yeah, uh, his dad still doesn't want you over there. I tried Dr. Coomer and Bubby too, also a no. So, yeah, um I don't know man cause I don’t want you in here either so uhh..” His tangent is cut short as the excessive clicking of the controller alerts Gordon of Benrey’s inattentive ear.
“Are you listening? You’re not listening.”
“huh, what.” Benrey spares Gordon a passing glance before turning his attention back to his very important game, Lego Starwars: The Skywalker Saga. Gordon groans and strangles the air in front of him exasperatedly, he then walks in front of the TV and obscures Benrey’s view.
“bro, move. i was about to hit that, uh- hit that 360 no-scope!” Benrey attempted to swat him away.
“Benrey, did you hear what I said?”
“uh yeah, you said, you said ‘i’m Gordon Nice-assman and i hate games, wahh’.” Gordon massages his temples and, with a huff, begins to restate himself, ”Basically, nobody wants you around. Get out of my house.” It takes Benrey a few moments to soak in that information, ”what? nooo. right now? nooo. you literally said i could stay, you lied to me? you lied to your best friend?”
“We are not friends, and I said you could stay for the night , Benrey. I'm not letting you live here.” Gordon corrects in a terse tone.
“why?”
“Oh, I don’t know, probably because you’re the one that got my fucking hand cut off! Why the FUCK would I want you in my house??” Benrey was taken aback by the sudden aggression, but stayed motionless in his seat nonetheless, ”woah chill, i didn’t do that.” His eyes dart to the side as Gordon gets closer to his face, continuing to shout,
”Yes you- Aughh!”
In an attempt to restrain himself, he yells into his hands, stepping away from the source of his madness. Quick on his heel, he faces away from Benrey, preaching his frustrations into his palms. Still facing away, Gordon takes a deep breath, “Benrey. Oh my fucking- I cannot stand you.” Benrey has a look of genuine confusion on his face, ”huh. but i thought we were having a good time, like, at the casino n’ stuff.” Gordon thinks for a second, he did have a somewhat good time even with Benrey there, but he wasn’t going to confess that. Gordon turns back.
“We weren’t . You were supposed to be dead! I wish you were still dead!” Benrey, actually looking a bit hurt by that statement, abruptly stands up, revealing a noticeable dent in the couch, and retorts back, ”uh, well, fine. didn’t wanna hang out in your dumb, smelly house anyway.” He then walks out without another word, leaving the door open and disappearing into the street. Bewildered by his cooperation, Gordon shuts the door with furrowed brows.
He was finally gone. Gordon plops himself on the couch, feeling relieved. He relishes in his victory, savoring the silence he desperately missed.
Gordon wasn’t going to let Benrey ruin the rest of his day, so he went about his mundane life; starting by facetiming Joshua. They talk about the usual: Cowboys, cowboys 2, can’t forget cowboys 3. After an hour or so, Gordon and Joshua say their goodbyes and I love yous. When the phone is passed back, he’s greeted by the face of the woman who he used to clean with, shop for groceries with, and share dinners with. He didn’t feel apathy towards her, and their love was long gone by now, but a strange feeling struck his soul that he just couldn’t put into words. The call ended with awkward goodbyes.
The rest of the day was going, as expected, uneventful. After the call with Joshie, Gordon spent the rest of his hours in his idea of self-indulgent bliss; watering his succulent, streaming to 0 viewers, and eating a sandwich. He tidies up a bit and orders some groceries as the evening rolls around.
Gordon cooks himself a steak and sets the table for one. Once he takes a seat, he stares down the table and at the vast array of empty chairs lining its sides. He reminisces about the stable life he once had while slowly eating his meal.
A knock comes from the door.
Frozen, Gordon waits patiently for another knock, hoping it would never come.
“hey.”
Gordon doesn't answer.
He wearily turns his head towards the door.
“hey.”
This was going to go on for hours, so Gordon reluctantly drags himself over to the door and speaks to Benrey through it, ”Go away.” Not bothering to look through the peephole.
“no, bro, please.”
“No.”
“please, bro.”
Gordon aggressively jerks the door open, ”Benrey, I’m not going to say it again-”
Gordon’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, Benrey had at least 10 gaping wounds all over his body, one right in the center of his forehead. They were gunshot wounds, but weirdly, they didn't look that deep.
”yo stop, uh, stop undressing me with your eyes, kinda gay man.” Gordon realized how long he’d been staring, ”I’m not-” He sighs. “Nevermind, what- what happened?”
“fuckin’, NPC’s shot me, i didn’t even do anything bro.” Snickering a bit at the blatant lie, Gordon replies, “Yeah, I don’t believe that. What did you do?”
“what, i didn’t do anything. why you, why you interrogating me bro? im innocent.” As usual, Benrey deflects.
“What do you want?” Gordon chose not to entertain this conversation and got to the point.
“um, hang out.” The mutilated man simply answered. Although, something about his quick delivery made it seem like that wasn’t the whole story. His awkward demeanor did not go unnoticed.
Looking him up and down, Gordon starts to actually consider his proposal.
Wait, what was he thinking? Just this morning he threw him out, and now he’s thinking of inviting him back in? He tried to collect his thoughts and snap out of it. Gordon didn’t have time for this; he had a half-eaten steak waiting for him, but something about Benrey’s lack of Benrey-ness made him disregard his dinner.
Benrey just stood there and started to pick at the scab forming on his forehead. Gordon cringes at the sight and breaks the silence by whacking Benrey’s hand away, ”Dude, stop, do you want a bandaid or something?”
“what?” Benrey’s hand immediately goes back to picking.
“Oh my god, just, come in, I’ll get you a bandaid.”
Continuing to pick, Benrey enters, watching Gordon walk to the bathroom and return with more than just a bandaid.
Notes:
Long juicy chapter
I'm constantly editing this fic so keep an eye out because I might end up changing a lot of things
Like I rewrote most of Benrey's dialogue to be lowercase as reference to the stream where the editor says in the comments that they made all his dialogue in lowercase except for The Science Team because that means something to him. I thought that was cool, so I incorporated that fact into my work
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