#losing teeth

Gordon rolled over in his sleep, then sat up as he choked quickly, coughing up three teeth. What. The. Fuck. 

He held them in his hand as he stood, running his tongue over his teeth, pushing into the bathroom, luckily unoccupied, and bared his teeth at the mirror, dragging his cheek to the side to find his missing teeth. 

But there were none missing. 

Gordon paused, staring at himself in the mirror, teeth bared, confused. What... He looked down at his hand. Okay, so there were three teeth there, for sure. He looked back up. No teeth missing. 

“Is anyone awake?” He called out, a bit quiet in case they were all still asleep. 

“Gordon why the fuck are you yelling in the morning?” Bubby snarked at him from the living room. Gordon peeked out, seeing him wrapped up in a large blanket, Coomer passed out with his head in Bubby’s lap. “What’s your issue.” 

Gordon moved over to him, holding out his hand palm up to show the teeth. 

“... Are those yours?” 

“I think so...” 

“How the fuck did you lose that many teeth at once?” 

“Bubby... There are no teeth missing in my mouth. But you have confirmed I am not hallucinating these teeth, right?” 

Bubby stared at him, eyes darting down to the teeth. “Well... I can see them...” He extracted one hand to poke one of the teeth in Gordon’s palm, hand jerking back. “And feel them... gross...” 

“So they’re real.” 

“They are.” 

“I woke up with these three teeth in my mouth. No teeth missing.” 

Bubby continued to stare. 

“Are you sure?” 

Gordon sighed, then bared his teeth for Bubby, showing that, no, there were no missing teeth. Bubby blinked, then frowned.

“Come closer...” Gordon raised an eyebrow at him, but leaned forwards for him, not too close so Bubby wouldn’t complain about his morning breath. 

“Have these teeth here... On the right top side, all in a row there... have they always been that sharp?” Gordon blinked, pulling away from him and running his teeth over his right top teeth and paused. Okay those felt super sharp. He turned, going back into the bathroom to look himself. 

Yeah... those were sharper. Way sharper... Almost Benrey level. 

Which would make sense. He was turning into whatever Benrey was, he was pretty sure... 

“Uh no... That’s new. We figured out the mystery of my teeth though...” 

“Not really.” 

“Bubby... at least they aren’t someone else’s teeth in my mouth when I woke up.” 

Bubby stared at him quietly, then nodded. “Fair.” 

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For a week afterwards, he would wake up with teeth in his mouth. It ranged to one singular tooth, up to that Friday, when he had woken up with ten teeth missing and regrown in the middle of the night. 

He kept them all for the time being. He wanted to know when this would end. 

Benrey had no clue what was happening, but did confirm that Gordon’s teeth looked like his own now. 

It was... weird. 

When he had finally lost-and regrown-all thirty two teeth, he gathered up his old teeth in a box. Why he continued to keep them, Gordon could not tell you, but he hid them off in a box filled with other random things he kept that he could not explain.