Only a GameOnly a Game3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There she is
Hanging from the ceiling.
Her figure seemed almost
Like a human woman
But her metal white
Outer shell made it obvious
That she was not.
Was planted firmly
On the ceiling.
On it was her name,
She started with a lecture
On how much she hated me.
She began releasing a neurotoxin.
It was a sickly green gas
That hissed as it was released
Like an angry puff adder
Ready to strike.
It made me gag and gasp
As it entered my lungs.
I could feel it beginning
To shut down my organs.
I had to think fast,
And so I did.
Piece by piece
I took pieces off her
And threw them
Into the incinerator.
She was hard to get to
Hanging there on the ceiling,
But with my trusty portal device
It quickly became easier.
The gas was still coming.
I had no idea how long
I had left to live.
I was weak.
She was still strong,
Though weaker than before.
A rocket was fired
From the turret
I had triggered.
Out of the rocket's way.
It flew through
It hit her.
I sent more
Miss HerHe would never see her again.Miss Her4 years ago in Romance More Like This
That one thought kept running through his core, not even a little overshadowed by where he was now, even as he enthused about it. "Oh my God oh my God oh my GOD! I'm in SPACE!"
"I know you're in space!" Wheatley exploded at last. He'd been calm up until then, but the constant babbling was getting on his nerves. "We both are! Soso just give it a rest, all right?"
But Space couldn't give it a rest, because if he couldn't keep his mind occupied with space, he'd be forced to think about her again, waiting all alone for him down on Earth. He wondered if she knew she'd never see him again, and it made him sad to contemplate. Talking about space was the only way for him to keep his mind off of her. "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!"
"ARGH!" Wheatley cried in frustration. "Come on, mate! Just stop! Isn't there any bloody thing you like more than space?"
Space paused. He hadn't been expecting that question, and it threw him eno
Portal 2 - Ch'ella stimaPortal 2 - Ch'ella stima3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So, the lunatic is dead and gone. Well, not yet maybe. At least she is not here, and killing her is none of my business anymore. This is a relief for everyone.
I'd say we have sung enough. I don't know what gets me to sing every time she tries to destroy the facility. It must be some old Aperture processor I'll burn it down as soon as I locate it.
Good performance, by the way. But, honestly, tell me; did your little orchestra really have to arrange such a majestic farewell for her? Oh, no no no, you cannot say it was my idea. Itcame from some glitched part of the system. Apparently, that moron made a perfect mess out of the piece of perfection my chassis is. Well, was.
Also, as a turret, you are not authorized to tell lies about me. I can't even imagine feeling admiration for a shameless murderer. I'd like to know what on earth made you sing those lines don't start telling me I am wrong, I heard you, and my translation system cannot fai
When the Sun meets the Moon 3When the Sun meets the Moon 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the Sun meets the Moon
Told in Luno's POV:
I woke up, feeling something warm against my side. I looked, it was a hot water bottle. I wondered who put it there, bur then remembered what Josh told me last night:
'Solé's wounds... They... I'm not sure if they'll...heal correctly.'
It felt like hell when I thought back of that. I caught myself looking at Solé again. Did I have feelings for her? Real feelings? Did I...love someone I met less than 24 hours ago? I lied back down again, and soon got up. I made myself stop looking at Solé, and closed the door, without looking back.
I walked out of the door, even though I had no idea where the hell I was, and walked away from the house. I needed some time to think, alone. And when I'm real confused, I start talking out loud:
"Do I love Solé?" I said to myself. "She seems a nice girl, but I don't even know her a day long. She's hurt, wounded, and I'm not surprised if she's confused like I d
A Robots Heart, Is Hard To Tame...'Hahahaha! Oh my god, hey, come over here! Look at this turret, its hilarious!'A Robots Heart, Is Hard To Tame...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Muttering unspeakable curses beneath my breath I gently leant my portal gun against the wall and went over to join Wheatley, who was currently laughing his head off at one of the frankencubes.
The poor thing seemed to have gotten its leg stuck in the device in the wall that creates the laser beams, and was screaming in its weird scratchy voice as it tried to free itself. I could already see how this was going to turn out, and sure enough the turrets leg caught fire in a flash of red light, and before I could do anything it had been reduced to a smoking pile of rubble. Sighing I looked up at the enormous glass screen monitor where Wheatley's huge robotic body could be seen watching my every move, and with a growl of incompetence I grabbed the nearest thing I could find and lobed it straight at the monitor only to miss by about a mile, and have my portal gun swept away by the dirty, rust colored water in the
Portal: Will there be none?Eight personality cores trying to bake a cake.Portal: Will there be none?4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The baker got incinerated and then there's seven.
Seven personality cores playing hide-and-seek.
The mute one was not seen again and then there's six.
Six personality cores looking for something.
One (curiously and accidently) activated the MASHY-SPIKE-PLATE,
Now there's five.
Five personality cores took a relaxation test.
One just can't take it easy and then there's four.
Four personality cores compare their IQ.
Since one was too smart for comfort, the number became three.
Three personality cores went on an adventure.
One trip on an (aperture science) explosive and then there's two.
Two personality cores looked at the stars and wish.
One core got his wish and then there's one.
One personality core, all alone
with a help of a human friend, took control of the facility
and got corrupted himself.
And then will there be none...?
Welcome to Aperture Science -Opening only-Pray that she will never find you. Her still expression, her illuminated red eye, her passive-aggressive, monotonous voice, ruptures your unstable mind. The torn, frayed memories of your friends and family shrieking painfully pierce your ears like nails to a chalkboard. The thought of her gunning them down while they plea for mercy, aids in your already shivering body by tossing you into a silent fit that tightens your body into the foetal position.Welcome to Aperture Science -Opening only-3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Your delayed, close-to-failing senses detect that your arms pulled into your chest a familiar face the size of your head: an innocent grey cube decorated with a pink heart on each side and rounded dark grey corners. You press your ear firmly into it, listening to its quiet, childlike whisper of a song to drown out the dying cries echoing on permanent repeat. Your eyes open to the compact, aphotic room around you, with smothered wall paintings of a goddess dressed in orange drapery and surrounded by puzzling symbols you were once familiar to
Portal 2 - Spacosity - Spark"Look. Look. Leo" Space suddenly cried out, his face lighting up in excitement as he noticed the constellation in the sky. "Hi Leo! Hi!"Portal 2 - Spacosity - Spark4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Curiosity blinked her orange eyes in a confused and bleary manner, having been drifting off from her comfortable position resting against Space, her head against his shoulder.
"What?" she asked, looking up at him with a tired expression on her face. She dragged the hand which wasn't linked with Space's across her eyes to try and combat the fatigue she was experiencing. Space glanced at her, noticing her lack of enthusiasm and seemed to notice she was tired, causing him to frown, suddenly apologetic.
"Sorry" he said quietly. "Got excited about space. We can go inside now"
Curiosity shook her head abruptly, sitting up a little straighter. How could she even think of falling asleep right now? Sure, it had been a long and tiring day, but she was finally reunited with Space. She couldn't just go inside because she was getting tired. She had to stay here an
Wheatley's apology.WARNING: READ DESCRIPTION!!!Wheatley's apology.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I used to rule her world...
Panels would rise when I gave the word...
Now in my orbit I weep alone,
Remember tests I used to own.
I was told I would die,
Instead I helped my friend survive.
I Listened as turrets would sing,
"Now that old queen is dead! Long live the king!"
Once I held the facilities,
Next the walls were moved by me.
And I discovered that my chamber stands,
Upon pillars in fault, in miles of land...
I hear that cube of my Chells a ringing.
Opera turrets, all choirs are singing.
Beam my portal, my brilliant dear.
My little Chelly's in a foreign field,
For some reason I can't explain
Once we won, there was never,
Ever an honest word...
And that was when I ruled her world.
She was the livid and wild wind,
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered panels and the sound of bombs...
My Chell couldn't believe what I'd become.
Now all of my enemies crave,
For my endless drift in space.
Just an epic on some metal strings...
Spacosity: Rocketeer~Rocketeer~Spacosity: Rocketeer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Curiosity was everything her name implied- curious. On top of her most dominant trait, she was incredibly perceptive and creative, as well as energized and caring. She was like a light among the darkness of the rest of the cores, since she managed to out shine all of them easily with her likable personality and kind smile. But out of all these things, her good traits, her bad traits her personality and looks, Curiosity found one thing about herself that made no sense after so many years as nothing more than an AI; she was in love.
She always figured love was one of those odd things- something that happened in those books she always read, but never real life. It was an adventure that Rick would have went on, maybe something that Anger would growl at the mention and Morality would smile gently at. She knew even Fact and Intelligence wouldn't know, and found out Wheatley couldn't answer the question without tripping over his own two feet. That left the one person she felt weir
Keikin Rinta: ProfileKeikin Rinta: Profile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Keikin's Character Profile
Name: Keikin Rinta
Nicknames(s): Kei or Rin.
Title: One of the Amethyst Duo, Sapphire
Age: (4-25)*Varies through fanfiction
Birthday: January 29
Star Sign: Aquarius
Hair: Pale Gray with a slight darker tone on her hair ends. Short, layered cut style; long bangs. Carefree style. Spiked hair tips; rarely fixes hair.
Eyes: Sapphire mix with amethyst.
Skin tone: Average tan
Build: Slender, average strength.
Clothes: A short-cut tank top, a sleeveless jacket with an unfolded collar. Jean shorts with multi-pockets. A regular belt with a hip-belt crossing the side. Travelling boots that tie and buckle.
Notable Features: A clawed scar on her right ankle from a Pokemon assault.
Accessories: Travelling side mailbag. A hip side pack attache
100 th ch 51. elemental tempest51. Elemental Tempest.100 th ch 51. elemental tempest3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He had an idea.
That didn't happen very often and mostly they were bad, but he had an Idea nonetheless.
Wheatley had been abandoned for decades and frankly, he got sick of it.
Space, as his companion told him many many times, was an interesting place.
Circling around on the same place made it less interesting than travelling through it, but still, it got him amused for a while.
No he was bored and wanted to get out, back to earth.
He wanted to get home
It took him a long time to determine what home was.
Was it earth in general?
Or was it Aperture?
He decided that the saying "home is where the heart lies" was true so his home did lie in Aperture.
Because one thing was for sure, his heart was with everybody there: GLaDOS, Chell, his heart only thought about them.
In addition, how to kill them.
All this time his hate for those two grew and grew.
They shot him in space, and for what?
He just tried to help Chell, tried to make GLaDOS understand how cruel she was, but
Ready Or NotWheatley woke up before dawn. Exactly why he had done so, he did not know, but he wasn’t upset about the fact that it was such an early hour. He had been having a good dream, it seemed, from the lingering half-smile on his face, but he couldn’t figure out what that had been about either. Briefly he considered attempting to go back to sleep and see if he could continue whatever the dream was, but then decided he wasn’t drowsy enough. Suppressing a groan, he sat up, simultaneously stretching and grasping for his glasses that sat on the floor next to the mattress. He knew the floor wasn’t the best place to keep something as fragile as glasses -- trust him, he’d already broken two pairs from rolling off the bed alone -- but putting them on a table meant they’d be out of reach, and heaven forbid he should have to stand up in the morning (seriously, though, he was already clumsy enough without grogginess hindering his movements).Ready Or Not2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With his glasses on
You've Been Here All AlongYou've Been Here All Along3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Space was exceedingly dark tonight, he thought. He turned on the flashlight that came built into his eye in the futile hope that it would illuminate something, but to no avail. His tiny little light was lost in the deep dark reaches of the endless void. He sighed. He was lonely, and he would be more than willing to admit it if someone would only come and listen. But he knew deep down within his circuits that no one would come.
" How could they come? I'm in space I suppose it really is my fault that I'm out here though what with how monstrous and bossy I was But still. It is rather lonely out here." He looked around, everything seemed unbelievably far away. Even the space core, who had been his only conversation for god knows how long, had somehow managed to spin fast enough to free himself from orbit. He would drift forever now, until he found some other planet or celestial body that fascinated him.
" I hope he gets to see it all. I honestly do." Wheatley muttered
Beedrill ReportBeedrill (the Poison Bee Pokémon) is an uncommon Bug/Poison-type Pokémon found among the forested regions of the Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh and Kalos regions as well as the Hoenn and Unova regions on rare occasions. Though generally ignored in favor of more powerful Bug-types, Beedrill are dangerous fighters for early trainers to face because of their potent poisons, strong physical attacks and decent movement speeds. Of course, facing a single Beedrill in combat is rarely enough to send fear into the hearts of many trainers; an entire swarm, however, is another question entirely!Beedrill Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Beedrill are designed to be fighters immediately after emerging from their cocoons, learning the potent Fury Attack move immediately upon evolving and continuing to learn moves that work perfectly with their combat styles. Beedrill possess relatively weak physical defenses and so rely on hit-and-run tactics when hunting and scaring off potential predators and individuals trespassing within their territory
Portal 2- Spacosity- SeparatedA/N- please note that this fic contains the Space and Curiosity spheres as humanoids ><Portal 2- Spacosity- Separated4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Yes. It's Spacosity. Sue me.
Light orange eyes surveyed the night sky, their gaze stopping briefly on the full moon before moving to the stars beside it.
The young woman had never been this quiet before. She could never recall a moment whereupon she hadn't been asking a question, or finding something new around her completely exciting. She had been designed with the sole purpose of being curious after all, there was no particular reason for her to not ask questions before. Everything had interested her. Especially that lady from the tests. The one GlaDOS had been so afraid of.
When the lady had dropped her into the fire pit, she had managed to avoid falling into the burning fires and had landed on a platform instead, hurting her legs in the process. The heat of the fire had not particularly concerned her at the time. She remembered she had been designed, like all the others, to withstand temp
Portal 2- Spacosity- Reunion A/N- This is a sequel to 'Separated'. I suggest reading that before you read this.Portal 2- Spacosity- Reunion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"It's kinda sad really" Rick stated, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. His arms were folded tightly over his chest, and a frown was fixed upon his face.
"Fact: She is going to die alone, as she will never stop waiting for him" The pink haired core known as Fact drawled, adjusting his glasses. Rick's emerald eyes narrowed in sudden annoyance as the statement, and he pointed threateningly at Fact.
"Oh shut up, you four eyed loser" he growled. "Stop spoutin' trash like that!"
Fact glared back at him, a defiant glint in his eyes, and he stood up a little straighter, pushing Rick's hand away from his face without missing a beat.
"Fact: The fact core is ALWAYS right" he snapped, his tone icy.
"Zip your lip pinkie, or I'm gonna come over there and pull your underwear so far up your butt, your clones will feel it!"
The only female of the group watched them silently, her orange eyes skipping to each
Guess Who's TalkingI will never understand the human obsession with their dates of birth. What is the significance of the day you were born? And that was a rhetorical question, because there is no significance. It’s not the day you came into existence, but humans don’t celebrate the date of conception. Just the thought of discussing conception makes most humans blush.Guess Who's Talking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And it isn’t like once you are born, you own that day. Many humans share birthdates. What’s the point of celebrating something that isn’t yours? For example, something worth celebrating is when you throw a moron out into space and exile a dangerous, mute lunatic from your facility. That would be a victory all your own. Something even worth using the good confetti for.
Birthdays are not worth the last bag of the good confetti. But then again, neither are humans, unless of course you’re celebrating their departure.
Still, though, since it is your birthday, and those are imp
One WishSorry.One Wish4 years ago in Settings More Like This
That was the only word that was constantly ringing through Wheatley's head for the past three years in space. Or at least he thought it was five years. After a few meteor showers he went through caused his internal clock to break, he could only rely on a hunch. But back to the matter at hand, he was sorry. Sorry he was bossy and mean and evil. As the little robotic sphere drifted endlessly around the moon he only could think of one thing, to say sorry to that lady
If I had one wish, only one It would be to apologize to Chell Wheatley thought. The only reason he was thinking and not jabbering his non-existent mouth off was because he was saving it for
"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!" A screech of joy came from behind Wheatley. It would have made him jump in surprise if he wasn't use to the usual outbursts from his constant companion.
"SPACE!! We're in SPACE!!" A sphere similar looking to Wheatley ecstatically yelled as it twirl
Dreams of RealityTouko White, a pokemon trainer, was finally done moving into her apartment with the help of her sweet, loving, and handsome boyfriend, N Harmonia. Wait scratch that. He was not her boyfriend anymore, he was her fiancé. Yeah the tomboy who everyone from school thought that no one would ever love her nor have a fiancé. If they could see her now, the looks on their faces would have resembled the look trainers would have when they saw a legendary pokemon and boy did Touko know how that would of looked. She actually encountered her first legendary pokemon, Reshiram, and caught him in one shot with her master ball that she had been saving for an occasion such as that.Dreams of Reality3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Taking a place on the grey couch that they managed to get into the living room, with the help of N's Zoroark, the young adult sighed. After all the hard work, they finally got done right at the time when the sun was begging to take it leave for the night, slowly leaving the region's sight. N stretched before joining h
What it Means to be Human 1What it Means to be HumanWhat it Means to be Human 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Portal 2, this is only for enjoyment.
That endless horizon, the last dimension, the final frontier... featured in so many movies and tales ranging from horror to comedy, to even a "family" film...
Wheatley would give ANYTHING to stop seeing it now.
How long... how long has it been since that day he first encountered Chell, the woman who had managed to kill GLaDOS, the head of the entire Apeture Science Laboratories? How long had it been since he got a taste of what GLaDOS could do and went mad from the power? It all seemed so far away now. He silently wondered to himself as to how long he had actually been up there, staring at the moon and the earth, regretting that he had betrayed Chell. He had meant to do it... he had meant to help her escape from that awful place, but the power lured him in like a angler's lure and he bit. If only he could have a brief moment to speak with her... to apologize, then maybe things-
Itches Chapter 1 WheatleyItchesItches Chapter 1 Wheatley4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ugh How long have I-?
Knock knock knock. "Hello! Hello in there!"
A person? Chell ignored the reordered message coming from the ceiling, slowly getting up, she hobbled over to the door, and revealed a sphere. A very, very talkative sphere. In fact, he, (? He sounded like a he at least.) he was rambling about how long did it take a human to open a door. She was getting slightly annoyed and was about to sla-
"HAH .AH!!! You look TERR-" The blue optic looked at her in fear, then realized his error, quietly saying, "Good, good, eh, ahem " He (rudely) entered the room on his own accord, gliding on a rail. Chell quickly looked at a mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, running fingers her hair quickly. She thought she looked perfectly fine and growled toward his direction. He was apparently talking to her, talking on and on about brain damage, and escape
Wait, escape? She scrambled out of the bathroom and look
Sewaddle ReportSewaddle (the Sewing Pokemon) is a common Bug/Grass-type Pokemon found among forests within the Unova region as well as the Hoenn region on rare occasions. Though seemingly harmless in comparison to contemporaries like Venipede, Sewaddle are interesting creatures that can play a decent defensive game where other Bug-types usually fall flat. Of course, if you're just looking for someone to help you stitch up old clothes, you should end up being equally pleased that is, if you don't mind wearing clothes that are more than a little organic!Sewaddle Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The members of the Sewaddle family are unique among both Bug and Grass-types in that they actually make clothes for one another to wear. This strange behavior was once thought to be a response to harsh environmental conditions or even protection against predators, but it now seems more likely that these 'clothes', which are always made from chewed leaves sown together with sticky thread, are designed to help these
Let her go (PORTAL PARODY) - Please Read itThe neurotoxin flows dense on the test chambers tonightLet her go (PORTAL PARODY) - Please Read it1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a subject to be tested
A kingdom of scientific solitude and it looks like I'm the Queen
The turret is singing
like a prophet foreseeing a storm from inside
Couldn't I kept her here?
I wish Cave knew I tried
Don't let her in, don't let her see
Be the perfect machine Cave wants me to be
Conceal this feel, don't let her know
Well, that now she knows!
Let her go, let her go
Can't hold her here anymore
Let her go, let her go
Watching her turning away and slam the door
I don't care what I'll have to say
Let the tests restart on
Tell her she never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some passed time
makes everything seems important
and the tests that once northed me
doesn't make any sense at all
Up here, in my room, I can finally understand
I know I showed her the door and she broke through
Am I right or wrong?
The proofs are here: She's free!!!
Let her in, let her in
I’m a robot with feelings inside
Let her in, let her in