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Hi everybody!

So since Freemans Limbo has been on hiatus for such a long time, i think its time to fully give up on it, i still love the people who have stayed consistent fans through it all but not everything can stay and see to the end.... BUT WORRY NOT!!! For I (Casper mod!) have made a thread on Twitter posting everything from early story concepts, the whole script of Slimbo to the design process for almost every character in a easy to read format! i have already moved on from slimbo (ie deleting the sprites folder and even deleting the ponys i made of the characters on ponytown) The last thing i need to go is to log out of This account and forget the password. Id like to thank everybody once again for getting us here to where we stand today, In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night :3

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Casper Mod here!

Hi guys, so we're gonna be on hiatus until further notice, i can still answer any non lore related questions or questions to the characters (aka no AU posts for a while). Both me and Jack have gotten fixated on other things and Slimbo is less of a passion project now (maybe with the experience i have now i can make a ask blog related to my current fixation with my own art this time) anyway, thank you guys for reading and being invested with what we had and we're so very grateful for all of our followers and fans. :3

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I thought you were allergic to Green Goop ™, Dr. Coomer! Terribly so!

Yes, I am! My limbs are in excruciating pain!

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What is yalls favorite colors?

Orange i guess, i like it but i wouldn't call it my favorite. I'm not even sure i have a favorite

Easy, hex code FF001D

I really like warmer colors like yellow!

I'm quite fond of the color of Green Goop TM!

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hi dr coomer! how's life treating you?

Im doing quite well!

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Gordon give Benny a lil SMOOCH

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Dr. Harold Pontiff Coomer!

The Hermit!

He/him/his

Intersex bisexual man

69

He smooches the Shadow the hedgehog hog kinnie

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Time is not of the essence anymore. The clocks are all wrong, every single one. Benrey’s watch, the clocks on the wall, everything is different. Even Tommy’s watch, which Gordon relied on to fall back, is frozen. As they made their way to the locker room, Gordon could hear Benrey mumbling to himself, all the while they struggled to say much to each other. Once arriving in the locker room, they heard a shifting of metal and a loud bang. 

Ah, hello Gordon!

A familiar voice to Gordon rang out, and the calling of his name made him whip his head around. He sighed in relief seeing a familiar face, though it looked like the voice’s owner had been through hell.

Hey Mr. Coomer.

Gordon replied before he truly saw Dr. Coomer. Dr. Coomer was an Indian man with vitiligo scattered across his body, short curly graying hair with a mustache that matched, dark eyes, a bindi in between his eyebrows. He was wearing a light green button up shirt, a white lab coat, a necktie, black slacks and dress shoes. A wedding ring glistened from his ring finger, as though it were brand new. Everything about his air was professional, as though he had just started work. Yet, getting down to the details, his clothes were scuffed and dirty, and he had several scratches across his face, as though he had gotten into combat with a headcrab or two. But with the oily spills across his lab coat, Gordon could tell he came out victorious

 Thank god you’re still alive, i thought you certainly would have died

 Gordon said as he let out a sigh of relief  

You thought wrong, my good bitch!

 Dr. Coomer said with a chuckle before he cracked his knuckle. His hands were a metallic gray and the joints were a liquid hydraulic system that was powered by green goop that glowed a lime green, his arms glowed that same green through his white lab coat. Coomer extended his right hand out to Gordon before he noticed Gordon’s situation which caused him to quickly switch to his left hand. Gordon took Coomer’s hand in his and noted to himself the cold feeling of the metal, he could also feel the pulsing of the hydraulics which Gordon had grown to know and in this chaos it was slightly reassuring.

Dr Coomer has entered the confessional

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im going to assume that the goal right now is still getting out of wherever yall are at

That's the goal. Whether we achieve it is up for God to decide

Maybe we should keep an eye out for people who might still be alive as well!

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Our artist is gauging interest for merch/a fanzine! Check it out!

Gif for visual interest.

Would any Freeman's Limbo ( @freemanslimbo ) fans be interested in a Freeman's Limbo zine or little digital/physical merch like pfps, wallpapers or stickers/pins/keychains/prints? Our work isn't very popular, so I'm just gauging interest!!

Please comment/respond to this post if interested! They'll be released as characters are introduced. The digital merch would be pwyw/free and the physical merch would depend on the merch.

We're also planning on doing a zine/fanzine! If you'd like to participate, please comment as well!

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Yoo Tommy, can you get groovy?

Hell yeah i can!

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goig to. BITE you

*nom*

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what happened in your dream if you don’t mine me asking?

Something I dont quite want to share right now...

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howre you feeling gordo? that soda knocked you out pretty hard

I'm getting better, though i had a... really weird dream

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hello there tommy!! nice to see a new person :] so are you doing ok? also how’s gordon doing now?

Hi! I'm doing pretty well!

If Benrey says one more stupid thing I'm gonna punch them.

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“But what about you? Who do you say I am?”

Those words wake Gordon up. The words repeat through his head like a mantra. When he opens his eyes, the bright lights that once illuminated the corridor are now either completely off or dimmed, which is nice because if they were any brighter Gordon’s headache might change into a migraine. Gordon rubs his eyes as his eyes adjust to see in the dark. A voice cuts through the silence.

Are you okay, Mr. Freeman?

The more Gordon starts to wake up the more things he realizes, like how Benrey is gone or the fact that Tommy’s eyes are illuminating the room with a cyan colored light, or that his head is on Tommy’s shoulder.

Tommy...?

Gordon’s eyes slowly blink open, darting around to assess the situation. He takes in every detail, from the dimmed lights to the soft cyan glow from Tommy’s eyes, to his head on Tommy’s shoulder…

Tommy!

Gordon could jump to his feet if he wasn’t sore all over. He glances around the room, almost startled by the scenario he had been placed in. From one corner to the other, back to the first corner–

Benrey?

Gordon’s eyes squint, barely believing what he sees. There is no way Benrey could’ve gotten to that corner in the time he looked across the room.

Rise and Shine, Sleepy head

Benrey speaks condescendingly, tilting his head with a shit eating grin cracking his face. He bends down to level his eyes with Gordon, blinking unevenly. Something about this is very, very wrong; Gordon could tell it. 

Trying to scooch back, Gordon’s back is plastered against the wall. Yet Tommy is close enough to him that even though unease washed over him, he feels safe and comforted. 

Benrey chuckles. He steps back, allowing Gordon some breathing room. Gordon exhales, almost a sigh of relief.

Is that a laugh of assholery or do you have a sense of humor now? 

Gordon raises an eyebrow, watching Benrey shrug before he slithers back into his corner, an evil look in his eyes, which were cast in a dark shadow.

So, where’re you guys headed?

Tommy stands up, causing Gordon to shift to leaning on the wall.

 Who the hell knows, Tommy.

Benrey casts Tommy a shifty look, squinting.

Then we should probably get going!

Tommy coolatta has now entered the confessional

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GORDON????