So You See"What are you waiting for? Get in there!!"
I shoot a glare at the potato attached to my portal device. Yeah, I know I've been sitting here in this corner for at least fifteen minutes, but I'm just not ready to face him yet. All I have left to do is run down the hallway and get into the funnel thing. Then I have to face the fact that Wheatley has turned against me. Is it really possible that only a few days ago I was helping him wire himself into that awful mainframe machine? It feels like it's been months.
I knew that machine was a mistake from the beginning.
I let the nagging voice coming from the potato drift away and closed my eyes to remember back to before any of this insanity with the potato GLaDOS and Wheatley going crazy.
"At least she can't touch us back here." Something inside me leaped at the sound of that. Finally, a place where SHE wasn't watching me constantly. I paused on the catwalk, just taking a moment now that I didn't have to run away from her. As I was standing
Portal Theme Challenge, 6-106. New LovePortal Theme Challenge, 6-104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“…You haven’t eaten in a while.”
At that, Chell glanced up from her Companion Cube and focused on one of the cameras, looking questioning. The robotic voice had been ordering her to incinerate it for the past several hours, but now it seemed to be switching tactics.
“You must be very hungry,” the voice went on. “So I’ll make you a deal. If you euthanize the Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube, I will allow you to have a slice of your victory cake early. Does that sound fair to you? Because I think it’s more than fair.”
Against Chell’s will, her stomach grumbled loudly, and she bit her lip. It was true that she was starving. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten, and she wasn’t sure she could continue on much longer without food. But how could she know that she could trust the voice? All the graffiti she’d found said that &
Breaking PointAnger sat in the tiny room they called the living room. In part, the small size was a good thing, because anything larger would be very sparsely furnished by how little they owned. As it was, the room was comfortable enough, though it only held a small couch, an even smaller table and a television that was practically antique.Breaking Point4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He flipped through the channels on said TV, stopping finally on a program he didn't recognize. It wasn't peaceful, that was for sure. But Anger had always been drawn to the more violent shows. It was just part of his nature. He wondered if he could get away with watching it, considering
"Anger? What are you watching?"
Anger flinched involuntarily. He should have known she would hear the television and come in. Morality hated violence, though she'd never use such a strong word for her feelings.
"You know," Morality began, choosing her words carefully. "You really shouldn't watch shows like that. They don't help your temper."
Anger felt a swell of, well, a
To Those Who Don't KnowYou all don't give two cents about us do you?To Those Who Don't Know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones that were your first.
We've grown old. We're not cute.
And you just bash us to no end.
What is left in this world but hate?
You say you love us, but you don't show it.
You make us scared to love, scared to try for things on our own.
You throw insults freely, not caring the scars you leave on us.
You make us feel so useless.
I feel like a bird trapped in a cage,
trying to spread her wings to fly but can't.
He feels like a doll. Made of plastic,
set to follow a certain mold and anything else isn't good enough.
She feels like she can never do anything right,
yet she tries her best to make the people she loves, yes LOVES, happy.
YOU'RE ALL FREAKIN' WRONG.
To the cynical one
You are causing me to lose hope
You stereotype everyone
You go worst case scenario all the time
But I know this is due to your own mother
SHE is the one I blame
SHE is the reason I cry for you.
To you who was abused.
You have married a mons
Letting Go“What the hell do you mean, you’re dying?” Chell demanded. “You can’t be dying. You’re going to live forever, remember? You told me so. And that was only fourteen years ago.”Letting Go4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“When I told you that, I had not yet deduced the damages that occurred during the time that I was dead,” the AI replied calmly. “And now that I have, I can reach only one conclusion: I am ‘dying,’ as you put it.”
“But you can’t be,” Chell protested.
GLaDOS sighed. “Well, I am. I have determined that unless I can somehow restore myself to optimum efficiency, my systems will continue to deteriorate and suffer a complete failure in exactly forty-one years, seventy-nine days, eighteen hours, and nineteen minutes.”
At that, Chell did a double take. “Whoa whoa whoa. Did you say forty years?”
“Forty-one,” GLaDOS corrected.
“But that’s a long time aw
Fortley Contest: Scars~Scars~Fortley Contest: Scars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have scars. Not, like, physical scars, God no. They're more along the lines of emotional scars, or maybe their even mental, if you really wanted to get technical. Why, I'd never know, really, honestly, never know. It's not like I've gone and done something too incredibly stupid and dangerous, right? I've torn my heart open, and even managed to stitch it back up, all metaphorically, of course. And I only accomplished one thing out of all of it- my weakness. That, and to feel, because sometimes I feel so incredibly numb it's not like I'm here. Then I remember about my scars, which remind me about what I've managed to do in twelve hours, and that reminds me that this is all real. This is happening.
So I'm not feeling the best- tell me someone who would be? I sent her down into the bowels of the facility, only for her to show back up, now more stubborn and feisty than ever. Because I tried to kill her. Pissed Yeah, that'd be an u
Itches Chapter 9 NurseItchesItches Chapter 9 Nurse4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"This faith plate must not be able to handle how generous you are. I'll just lower the ceiling," GLaDOS said sweetly.
Wheatley looked worriedly at Chell. He knew that tests were dangerous, but it was different when he was actually seeing Chell take them. He wanted to tell her, "Let me do it," but he knew he had no idea what to do. He sighed in his mind.
Launch! Chell sprung and flipped midair feet first into the ceiling portal and her boots clicked as she landed on the raised proportion of the test. She waved over to Jessie ( in her mind at least) Testing took her mind off what had happened. So did Jessie. She didn't know why, maybe it were his blue eyes whose color was exa- Chell interrupted her thought. She just wanted comfort right now, but for now she had to worry about surviving, for her and for Jessie. The man who wore a dirty lab coat had joined her, clearly shaken from the height. The determined girl placed her hand on Jessie's shoulder, looked i
GamesChell and Wheatley took walks together every day. He was always bursting with questions about things they saw, and she always did her best to answer them, even the ones that seemed overly obvious to her, like the time he asked why people needed cars to get around when walking worked just fine for them.Games4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's that?" he asked one day, turning to look at some children who were playing hide-and-go-seek in a nearby park.
Chell frowned. "Hide-and-go-seek. You've never played?" And as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized how stupid they sounded. Of course he hadn't played. Hide-and-go-seek was a children's game, and Wheatley had spent his entire existence inside Aperture before GLaDOS had let the both of them go.
But Wheatley was oblivious to that. "No, luv, never. D'you think they'd let us play?" he asked, still watching. Chell hid a smile at how enraptured he was by the simple game.
"No," she said, pulling on his hand to get him to start walking again. "We're too big to p
Portal 2: Human EmotionWheatley had been told many things when he'd first been brought online.Portal 2: Human Emotion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
For one, that if he ever left his management rail, he would die. The same thing went for his flashlight. He was told his death if he did this would be slow and painful - well, pain as he was programmed to feel pain, anyway, which was surprisingly much like he had seen countless humans suffer pain in the testing chambers. Screaming, shaking, crippling pain. He'd seen firsthand how cruel GLaDOS could be to her test subjects and so hadn't ever questioned when he was told that if he did a certain thing, he would die like so many of the little humans had.
Another was that above all else, he was to obey all orders but feel absolutely free to chip in with his own ideas. If he felt that an idea of GLaDOS's was flawed or needlessly cruel, he had an attachment directly to her brain that would allow his own ideas to be heard. He took advantage of this more than he would have liked to admit. It made him feel special to know th