-You're Next-
(Younger Gordon)
"Bullet!!!"
Gordon smiled when he saw a gift for him leaning against the wall.
"Oh!! I wonder what he got me!" His voice was filled with excitement.
"Bullet!! Where are you!!! Watch me open my gift!"
When no one responded, Gordon backed a few feet away and continued to stare at the rather tall box.
"Huh? Maybe he's still out." He thought. "Oh, well...I'll just wait until he comes back."
-12 hours later-
The sun was setting, and Gordon started to get worried.
'He's always back by sun down.' Gordon looked at the clock for what it seems to be the hundredth time.
He glanced at the box and noticed something strange about it. It wasn't the type of gift Bullet usually gives to him. His gifts are usually wrapped with colorful paper; this box one looks like it came straight from the recycling center. Gordon took a closer look and noticed there was a tag hanging from it.
"Huh?"
Gordon went over and pulled it off.
To: Gordon
From: Creators
"W-what? The Creators?!"
A wave of fear suddenly consumed the Gordo. He knew nothing was ever good when it had to do with his creators. He looked at the ribbon holding the box together, and summoned one of his hands to untie it.
-CLANK!-
A large ax with two sharp blades fell from the box and hit the floor. Gordon picked it up, but suddenly dropped it when he saw what it was.
"N-no...."
He looked at the blades attached to the handle.
"Those blades...."
"No...it can't be...."
Gordon ran out the room and shouted his mentors name. "Bullet, where are you!"
Nothing.
"Bullet! Quit fooling around!" Tears started to form in the young Gordo's eyes.
"Please, Bullet! This isn't funny!"
He searched all the rooms in the small home before finally giving up.
...........
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.....
"No...B-bullet...."
Gordon glanced at the door where the ax was at. He wiped his tears and backed up to the farthest corner away from the room.
"It's a lie....you'll come through those doors any minute now." Gordon repeated to himself. "You promise you'd come back. You never break a promise."
Gordon waited.
He waited for the front doors to open.
He waited for the moment where his teacher would appear through those doors.
He waited for the moment where his teacher would smile and hug him.
He waited for the moment were both of them would laugh at him overreacting from the event that occurred today.
The moment he waited for, never came.
Gordon smiled when he saw a gift for him leaning against the wall.
"Oh!! I wonder what he got me!" His voice was filled with excitement.
"Bullet!! Where are you!!! Watch me open my gift!"
When no one responded, Gordon backed a few feet away and continued to stare at the rather tall box.
"Huh? Maybe he's still out." He thought. "Oh, well...I'll just wait until he comes back."
-12 hours later-
The sun was setting, and Gordon started to get worried.
'He's always back by sun down.' Gordon looked at the clock for what it seems to be the hundredth time.
He glanced at the box and noticed something strange about it. It wasn't the type of gift Bullet usually gives to him. His gifts are usually wrapped with colorful paper; this box one looks like it came straight from the recycling center. Gordon took a closer look and noticed there was a tag hanging from it.
"Huh?"
Gordon went over and pulled it off.
To: Gordon
From: Creators
"W-what? The Creators?!"
A wave of fear suddenly consumed the Gordo. He knew nothing was ever good when it had to do with his creators. He looked at the ribbon holding the box together, and summoned one of his hands to untie it.
-CLANK!-
A large ax with two sharp blades fell from the box and hit the floor. Gordon picked it up, but suddenly dropped it when he saw what it was.
"N-no...."
He looked at the blades attached to the handle.
"Those blades...."
"No...it can't be...."
Gordon ran out the room and shouted his mentors name. "Bullet, where are you!"
Nothing.
"Bullet! Quit fooling around!" Tears started to form in the young Gordo's eyes.
"Please, Bullet! This isn't funny!"
He searched all the rooms in the small home before finally giving up.
...........
........
.....
"No...B-bullet...."
Gordon glanced at the door where the ax was at. He wiped his tears and backed up to the farthest corner away from the room.
"It's a lie....you'll come through those doors any minute now." Gordon repeated to himself. "You promise you'd come back. You never break a promise."
Gordon waited.
He waited for the front doors to open.
He waited for the moment where his teacher would appear through those doors.
He waited for the moment where his teacher would smile and hug him.
He waited for the moment were both of them would laugh at him overreacting from the event that occurred today.
The moment he waited for, never came.
-End-
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Species © Nintendo/ HAL Laboratory
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem