#when harold couldn't do anything abt them

[ohnotagainnikole]

I told you I'll share some hcs, so here they are for HLVRAI !! Aaaand sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my first language

• sunkist & benry actually can communicate through black mesa sweet voice, and so they often do! Literally have whole conversations & sometimes Tommy could see them talking abt stuff. Benry loves sunkist.

• coomer the only one who bubby can be less aggressive with. And, considering this aggression comes from not knowing how to use the knowledges about human communication in practice, coomer is always happy to help bubby be more chill about things and tell him where to act in that way or another. 

• Darnold LOVES music and listens to it almost non stop, but he especially incapable of doing experiments without some background sounds. He's also very focused when working so one can easily scare him for he just unaware of anything besides potions at these moments. 

• Therefore when tommy's helping him he practically forced to listen to darnolds fav album of the week. But he actually likes it! He doesn't really listen to much music himself but through darnolds playlists he finds something for himself too! 

• they also dance together sometimes! 

• benrey can shapeshift but can't change some aspects of his appearance as: sharp teeth & nails, yellow, slightly glowing in the dark eyes & skin tone. 

• his eyes can work as cat's do! So in the dark they're slightly glowing (tho in their own, not because of some light source or something) & pupils are becoming bigger if he's looking at dark areas and smaller – if lookinng at lighten ones. 

• Tommy likes reading Wikipedia. Like some people read news at mornings? Tommys doing this but with Wikipedia articles. 

• coomer and bubby could be friends even when bubby was still locked in the tube. They talked from time to time, when other scientists weren't around to suspect something, and gradually became really good friends. One time bubby decided to open to coomer his plan to escape and honestly was afraid that he will lost his friend and he will tell others. But, to his surprise, though he hoped on such result, harold said he will gladly help bubby. So he did. He took care of most things – bubby couldn't really do much sitting in a tube – and finally his friend was free. 

• sometimes benrey is just not feeling like talking so he's using sweet voice. The problem is no one really can understand it. Besides Tommy. So he often either trying to translate benreys sweet voice to others or keeping him company and listening whatever he's singing. 

• considering that Tommy and benrey are friends, and in my head they are even BEST friends, I like to think that benrey teaches tommy to understand sweet voice. 

• considering coomer is a cyborg, he's eye slightly glow with green. They also change to red when he's in «killing mode».

(I wrote these uhhhh year or uhm around two years back already)

[fatherofmachine]

(  Originally answered here,  regarding Finch’s first encounter with @analoginterface​‘s Root.  I figured I ought to re-post this as meta-ish thing,  like I did with the Reese one.  I also tweaked this one a bit  &  added more. )

FEAR.  Fear,  anger  &  a sickening disgust was what he’d first associated with her,  the moment  his gaze had met hers.  The sharp  fascination  &  curiosity that would eventually  develop wouldn’t emerge until MUCH later.  Shock  &  terror  ripped through him as the sound of gunfire TEARING through flesh  & bone violently  wrought Harold’s world,  his senses,  to a brief stand-still.  Alicia,  the person he’d been speaking to mere seconds ago,  was abruptly,  lifelessly  SLUMPED against the passenger seat  &  door—–Harold couldn’t see  the blood,  not from this angle,  but the nauseating hot,  copper-like scent of it left him with NO DOUBTS of it being there.  Movement outside of the passenger window had him turning  without thinking about it,  blue eyes WIDE.  He only just recognized his mouth had fallen open with shock  &  he pressed thin lips together tightly.

For a moment,  all he could hear was a dull RINGING  & any other sound was muffled  by it ;  he’d only acknowledged the sound of the back door of the car opening  & closing AFTER her  voice rose from the silence.

❛ I thought she’d  NEVER shut up, ❜

For a BRIEF few seconds,  he couldn’t  comprehend what it was she’d said—–NOT that he couldn’t hear her,  the ringing was beginning to diminish  &  he could hear the words  just fine.  It was the CASUAL sound of her voice,  how she spoke as though they  ( she  &  Harold ) shared some sort of private JOKE.  One arm still extended outward behind him,  that same wrist settled upon the steering wheel uselessly whilst his other hand GRIPPED the center console to keep himself turned.  His head  & neck had JERKED painfully in response to the gunshot  & now,  the lasting pain of the movement began to seep into the rest of his upper body … but,  Harold was FAR too preoccupied to notice just yet.

TURING ( or,  whatever her real name was ) was practically beaming at him,  the look of it almost CHILD-LIKE with how manic it appeared.  His own dark brows were narrowing,  as were his eyes  & his mind was WORKING again,  moving incredibly fast,  as if to catch up from the momentary pause.

❛ So nice to finally meet you,  Harold.   You can call me  ROOT. ❜

With her INTRODUCTION,  Root  moved in close,  her firearm pointed directly at him  & her wide SMILE never faltered.  Harold swiftly began to solve the puzzle of how they reached this point  & the longer he looked  at her,  the more HORRIFIED he became.  Once he finally spoke,  his voice sounded STRANGE to his own ears ;  almost detached,  still riddled with pure shock  &  he could hear the latter within his own ragged breathing.   The DISGUST that had long-since begun to churn within him spiked  at the sight of how her DELIGHTED smile had shifted into something mischievously smug.

❝ … You hired HR yourself ?   You were willing to RISK your  own life  to FIND me ?  ❞

Her dark gaze flickered downward,  but only for a few seconds.  

❛ I did this ... corporate training thing once, ❜

Root began,  barely  rotating the firearm held tightly within her hand as if they were having a CASUAL conversation rather than the reality .... which was her essentially holding him at gun point.

❛  I was blackmailing the CEO,  long story,  but  .... they did this exercise called the trust fall.  Where you close your eyes and  f a l l   ... &  wait for someone to CATCH you.  I knew  you boys wouldn't let me down. ❜

She’d trusted  that he  & Mr. Reese would save her life,  she’d had FAITH in them.  Coming from her,  it only TAINTED the statement  &  Harold simply leaned farther away.

❛ C’mon,  Harold.   We’ve got  SO MUCH to  talk about. ❜

Root nearly BOUNCED in her apparent excitement,  her firearm still pointed in a silent threat …  &  Harold understood the command  without her needing to specify further.  She seemed to take notice of the body then,  albeit …  & BEFORE they departed,  Root discarded Alicia’s lifeless body on the concrete ground bellow,   MUCH to Harold’s disgust.

[fatherofmachine-a]

(  Originally answered here,  regarding Finch’s first encounter with @modifiedcode​‘s Root.  I figured I ought to re-post this as meta-ish thing,  like I did with the Reese one.  I also tweaked this one a bit  &  added more. )

                             PERSONALS,  DO NOT REBLOG !!

FEAR.  Fear,  anger  &  a sickening disgust was what he’d first associated with her,  the moment  his gaze had met hers.  The sharp  fascination  &  curiosity that would eventually  develop wouldn’t emerge until MUCH later.  Shock  &  terror  ripped through him as the sound of gunfire TEARING through flesh  &  bone violently  wrought Harold’s world,  his senses,  to a brief stand-still.  Alicia,  the person he’d been speaking to mere seconds ago,  was abruptly,  lifelessly  SLUMPED against the passenger seat  &  door—–Harold couldn’t see  the blood,  not from this angle,  but the nauseating hot,  copper-like scent of it left him with NO DOUBTS of it being there.  Movement outside of the passenger window had him turning  without thinking about it,  blue eyes WIDE.  He only just recognized his mouth had fallen open with shock  &  he pressed thin lips together tightly.

For a moment,  all he could hear was a dull RINGING  &  any other sound was muffled  by it ;  he’d only acknowledged the sound of the back door of the car opening  &  closing AFTER her  voice rose from the silence.

❛ I thought she’d  NEVER shut up, ❜

For a BRIEF few seconds,  he couldn’t  comprehend what it was she’d said—–NOT that he couldn’t hear her,  the ringing was beginning to diminish  &  he could hear the words  just fine.  It was the CASUAL sound of her voice,  how she spoke as though they  ( she  &  Harold ) shared some sort of private JOKE.  One arm still extended outward behind him,  that same wrist settled upon the steering wheel uselessly whilst his other hand GRIPPED the center console to keep himself turned.  His head  &  neck had JERKED painfully in response to the gunshot  &  now,  the lasting pain of the movement began to seep into the rest of his upper body … but,  Harold was FAR too preoccupied to notice just yet.

TURING ( or,  whatever her real name was ) was practically beaming at him,  the look of it almost CHILD-LIKE with how manic it appeared.  His own dark brows were narrowing,  as were his eyes  &  his mind was WORKING again,  moving incredibly fast,  as if to catch up from the momentary pause.

❛ So nice to finally meet you,  Harold.   You can call me  ROOT. ❜

With her INTRODUCTION,  Root  moved in close,  her firearm pointed directly at him  &  her wide SMILE never faltered.  Harold swiftly began to solve the puzzle of how they reached this point  &  the longer he looked  at her,  the more HORRIFIED he became.  Once he finally spoke,  his voice sounded STRANGE to his own ears ;   almost detached,  still riddled with pure shock  &  he could hear the latter within his own ragged breathing.   The DISGUST that had long-since begun to churn within him spiked  at the sight of how her DELIGHTED smile had shifted into something mischievously smug.

❝ … You hired HR yourself ?   You were willing to RISK your  own life  to FIND me ?  ❞

Her dark gaze flickered downward,  but only for a few seconds.  

❛ I did this ... corporate training thing once, ❜

Root began,  barely  rotating the firearm held tightly within her hand as if they were having a CASUAL conversation rather than the reality .... which was her essentially  holding him at gun point.

❛  I was blackmailing the CEO,  long story,  but  .... they did this exercise called the trust fall.  Where you close your eyes and  f a l l   ... &  wait for someone to CATCH you.  I  knew  you boys wouldn't let me down. ❜

She’d trusted  that he  & Mr. Reese would save her life,  she’d had FAITH in them.  Coming from her,  it only TAINTED the statement  &  Harold simply leaned farther away.

❛ C’mon,  Harold.   We’ve got  SO MUCH to  talk about. ❜

Root nearly BOUNCED in her apparent excitement,  her firearm still pointed in a silent threat …  &  Harold understood the command  without her needing to specify further.  She seemed to take notice of the body then,  albeit …  &  BEFORE they departed,  Root discarded Alicia’s lifeless body on the concrete ground bellow,   MUCH to Harold’s disgust.