A Matter of Time and TelescopeA Matter of Time and TelescopesA Matter of Time and Telescope4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Aperture High was, to put it bluntly, everything but normal. It was a good school in Aperture City- always clean and supplied with enough money from the government to replace anything broken within the week, which the school had to do a lot it seemed. It didn't even cost much to attend other than the small fee payed for lunch and the optional breakfast and dinner if you stayed at the dorms or had early or late extra classes. Still there was a surprising lack of students. It was much less of a surprise when you took into consideration the sanity of the few students that did attend. To cut a long story short, staying and surviving for more than three days meant you were either just as insane as everyone else or just plain lucky.
Luck usually ended after the first week.
Out of the whole school, there were two that had tied for "Most Annoying" in the school yearbook. Having even one of them trailing you meant peace would not be found until the day was over-
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
Portal - Wheatley PoemI despise you.Portal - Wheatley Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I even want to kill you.
I belived you tricked me,
used me up and left me at my greatest moment.
You only wanted to escape.
You never wanted to be my friend.
But in the end,
when we were being sucked into space,
when I was screaming at you,
demanding not to let me go.
You only stared. Silent.
Only now do I see the look in your eyes.
They were full of hurt and sadness.
You never meant harm.
Pride and confusion got the best of me.
You were my friend. And I was yours too.
Found that you were all I had.
Then I realized that you never left me
I left you,
became a monster inside.
And I regret that.
Because once we were both there for each other,
then I seperated myself from you by hatred,
then by walls,
then by space itself.
And there's just no way of getting back to you.
Now all I want to let you know is . . .
. . . I'm sorry, love.
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
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
Hey, I just met you and this is crazy...Aperture Science Greetings:Hey, I just met you and this is crazy...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, you are the new test subject
and this is Aperture,
but here is YOUR number
so finish the test, maybe?
Hey, you've just wake
and I am Wheatley,
but there is your Portal Gun,
so let kill her a second time, maybe?
Hey, you were chosen
and I am Cave Johnson,
but I am almost dying
so let us kill some Mantis Men, maybe?
Hey, you are Monster
and I am GLaDOS,
but we are running out test chambers,
so draw yourself in this neurotoxin pool, maybe?
Hey, you are in Space
and I am the Space Core,
but we are being drag to a black hole,
so let us go back Earth, maybe?
Hey, you don't exist
and this is a fact,
but you're going to die anyway,
so call me the most handsome core, maybe?
Adventure 'Rick' Core:
Hey, you are a pretty lady
and my name is Rick,
but this robot is up to kill us,
so call me for an adventure, maybe?
Hey, I just met you
"The Cake is a Lie" Ch. I"The Cake is a Lie" Ch. I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He awoke in a small, but brightly lit, room, encased in glass. If he looked about, he could see a massive, never-ending expanse of pure white surrounding him. He blinked, looking at the ceiling and putting one hand out in front of him. He felt a bit disgruntled, and shook the sleep from his head, allowing his dark brown hair to fall forward and partially cover his eyes, concealing his vision of the great white plane. Sitting up further, he felt sore, and took the time to stretch his arms, cracking his back and fingers along the way, rolling out his neck, and falling back into his neutral slouch to stare at the unfamiliar world around him. He flopped his feet over the side of the bed and stood, revealing sleek, knee-high white boots with a light blue label reading "APERTURE SCIENCE INNOVATIONS" with a small, circular logo on the side, as well as a medium-fit, short sleeved orange jumpsuit, which was zipped up to his chest. It also had the logo for what he assumed was
She is different - Portal 2 fan fiction Part1First read the descriptionShe is different - Portal 2 fan fiction Part13 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a sunny day, and Cave Johnson was walking slowly towards an entrance. He was whistling in happiness, he felt it was his day. His facility was being built, one part was almost ready and there the work could be started soon. Some scientists had already applied for the job and that was the day when he had to choose his personal assistant. He got a lot of CVs and covering letters, he had spent a few days reading and selecting them. He wanted the best as always in his life. But he didn't feel satisfied; he knew all these candidates weren't that kind of employees he needed. They weren't perfect. But he didn't care; he had to choose one of them.
Suddenly a car passed him and it stopped dead. Two women got out of it, one with blonde hair and the other with brown who was the driver. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. She was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Although she wasn't as beautiful as Marilyn Monroe, and she didn't look like a model, bu
Only Disappointmentit was my absence that spelled freedom for those who dreamt like you. and it was my misery that blew out like a tired, dry monsoon when i asked you what the matter was.Only Disappointment3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i may have gone too far, if we forget that you did not. but truth is, you did. you always asked me to move on. [with underlying bits of how being so far from me isn't right for you]
of course. i just needed to be there.
and how can you be so okay with doing this to me?
so why am i sitting here again?
because there's a you in my head that keeps telling me i'm wrong. and i'm tired because i only feel worse for things i didn't do. i feel miserable for having the wrong genetic make-up. i hate myself for not being the person you needed.
i am tired because i am not that person. and something in me cannot fathom that. [you know. the part of me that cared too much? the one you loved most?] but i'll tell you this much.
i am not afraid to hurt you this time.
i am not afraid to say things on my mind.
i am not afraid of your silenc
New Smash Bros. Interviews: Spec. Reveal Chapter 4Samus and Zelda stared at the current roster list with blank looks.New Smash Bros. Interviews: Spec. Reveal Chapter 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So how exactly do they expect our alternate forms to be separate fighters?" questioned the Hylian princess, not liking that her Sheik persona now had its own spot.
"Who knows," stated Samus with a frown. She then crossed her arms under her breasts. "Seems like a waste of spots if you ask me."
"At least you two are on the roster. I got replaced!" exclaimed Red. The dragon-like creature standing next to him let out a sad growl, making the raven-haired trainer pet him on the head. "I'm not mad at you, Charizard."
The Fire-type looked a little happier at that.
"According to this, Yoshi is also coming back," said Zelda.
"So the Original Eight are back together again," said Samus with a smirk.
"Wasn't there a Newcomer announced as well?" asked Red.
Zelda was about to check the list, but a burst of water erupted from the floor. Samus, Red, and Charizard jumped at the sudden anomaly, while Zelda stayed
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 Talking4 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
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
A Pet for Wheatley Wheatley trailed after Chell in the pet store.A Pet for Wheatley3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"At least a fish?"
"How 'bout a....hampster?"
Wheatley had been asking Chell the entire time in this store about wanting a pet. Chell personally didn't want Wheatley to kill anything. She hadn't wanted to bring him here iether, but she couldn't really trust him being alone in the house for even a few minuets after the potatoe accident. She wasn't even in a pet store to get a pet, her neighbor, Gordon Freeman was sick and had asked her to get food for his pet headcrab.
"What about a turtle?" Wheatley said excitedly, pushing his face against the glass cage as all the turtles slipped quickly into the water.
"Wheatley I said no." Chell muttered as she walked towards an employee, "Exuse me, but do you have food for a headcrab?"
The employee stared at her as if she had lost her marbles, "A what?!?"
"Oh," Chell realized her mistake, "I mean I need a substitute food for something that would rather be gorging on human brains
TonightTonight.Tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you laid your head against my shoulder
With your hand on my chest
And closed those beautiful blue eyes
Your slender form embraced by my arms
I felt so proud to be able to call you mine.
At rest, and at peace
Like silken thread in the moon's light.
Like pure, soft snow.
The easy rhythm of your breathing.
Like waves lapping gently at the shore.
The beat of your heart.
Close, clear, comforting.
You stir, and nuzzle contentedly into my neck.
I am powerless to do anything but smile.
Would It MatterIf I didn't show at school tomorrow,Would It Matter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would anyone notice?
Would anyone care?
If marks appeared across my wrists,
If I bled tears everyday of every night,
In whose life would it make any difference?
To whom would it matter?
If deaths sharp knife cut my life short,
Who would miss me?
Who would notice the loss of one soul;
The loss of my soul?
To whom would it matter?
To my angels... It would matter.
To the happy go lucky girl,
Who says everything and loves everyone.
Who loves the oddest of foods and fizzy drink mixes plain.
To the boy who cares too much for others,
And Not nearly enough for himself.
Whose humbleness blinds him from seeing the blessing that he is.
To the boy who hides is the shadows;
Afraid of light and trust.
Completely oblivious to how needed he is in people's lives.
And to the poet;
Who says little, but feels everything.
Who's companionship and comforting hugs have saved me from many a break down and trips to an asylum.
To these angels,
It would matter.
I wishI wish you were here.I wish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were in my arms,
your lips on mine,
loving me forever, keeping at bay my every fear.
I wish I was there.
Iwish I could sleep with you singing our song in my ear,
your kiss on my lips,
holding me tight,
and to have every morning be our to share.
I wish I had one arm around your neck; the other in your strong hand.
I wish we were slow dancing the night away, going in small circles, the music vibrating throughout the land.
I wish I could feel your kiss on my skin; I wish I could feel your butterfly kisses, traveling up and down my body,
sending chills down my spine,
tearing apart my defenses; making them paper thin.
I wish.. I wish.. I wish in vain.
I long for your touch, your voice, your embrace,
I imagine it all,
I simply can't help it.
These wishes I wish--
are all I can do to keep my self sane.
Portal 2 - Nine Times NinePortal 2 - Nine Times Nine3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been a long time.
At least, you have your sheets to wrap your body – a gentle shield against the days that pass, far away, in the outer world. Aperture is your home, the room is your oblivion; you could stay here forever, peacefully resting, if it weren't for her.
She breaks the order, she drives you into madness, killing the true meaning of science. You could never imagine that, without her, Aperture is falling to its destruction.
She is busy seeing you, thinking of you, in her haunted backup system. You cannot guess – you just sleep, running all along your visions, and watch.
On a regular basis, the quiet black screen in your mind leaves room to colour. You find yourself in a dark grey room, which you are sure to have seen somewhere, somehow, in a different time of this world. You assume you have been there before, even though you have no clue what is going to happen – all you know is that she is there, and you hate her, so much.
GLaDOS, printed in huge letters
The GirlThe girl with perfect attendance.The Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl who had straight A's.
The girl whom the teachers liked,
and respected everyone.
She wasn't the prettiest girl.
She wasn't the funniest girl.
She knew she wasn't even close to the best,
but she didn't care.
Now that girl sits at home.
Now that girl is all alone.
Now that girl cries and wonders;
why does only she feel the pain?
She doesn't know why they choose to hurt her,
but she knows there are knives in the kitchen,
and rope and trees outside in the yard,
and there's always the pistol in Daddy's sock drawer.
Then the girl just smiles and laughs;
for she gets to decide when she doesn't want to feel the pain anymore
The Girl with the SmileThe girl with the smile stands alone;The Girl with the Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People pass her by without even a single glance.
Her troubled mind is unknown to the outside world;
A happy outer shell covers a deep black hole within.
The girl with smile is always there.
When others stand back with fear;
She helps them overcome what stands in the way,
But what happens when she's scared?
The girl with the smile is alone.
No one is there to lead her;
Forced to stare her fear in the face,
And to struggle to overcome to move on with her life.
The girl with the smile is always there.
She lends a shoulder to those who cry;
A laugh to those who are depressed,
But what happens when she cries?
The girl with the smile is alone.
No shoulder or laugh to make her better;
Forced to live out the sorrow of her life,
And to bottle up her emotions so no one can see.
The girl with the smile is always there.
Watching as everyone's life was passing by;
No one ever asks her how she feels,
What does she do to let go of her unwanted feelings?
IronicSo many still afraid to trust,Ironic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken hearts just left to rust,
They shy away from a friendly face,
Showing nothing but disgust.
"I know your game!"
They seem to say,
"I hate this world,
You're all the same!"
Put me in a box?
I smile sadly.
My heart drops.
The New World: Intermission (Part One)I twitched a little, yawning lightly. It was morning already? It felt like I'd slept like a brick. I rolled over, lying on top of my sleeping bag, my tail twitching. Something was off.The New World: Intermission (Part One)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was when I looked down- when I remembered.
I grimaced. I placed a hand upon my chest to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, before standing up, and stretching. My clothes didn't seem to fit. At all. This would be a problem.
I tried to shove all the depressing thoughts into a back corner of my mind. I knew I had to talk to Mike about this. But how DOES one go to a family membera male family memberand say "Hey, I need help with being a girl"? Hell, do I even WANT to say that? I was perfectlyPERFECTLYcomfortable with being a guy, but
I knew I had no idea what to do, and I knew if I didn't do anything now, it would come back and bite me later.
I started to walk out of the room, but I felt a little off-balance. It must be due to the longer legs. I opened the door, and headed o
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,Escape From Reality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream of a calmer time when I didn't cry.
To slumber alone in those sunshine days,
Where I was at peace: away from the craze,
Yet I fear I'm wondering lost in their urban plague.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I escape to a darker place where I can die.
To linger awhile in that luminous night,
Where I can be content: caught in the daze,
Yet I know I'm struggling now in this hopeless phase.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I think of a serene dawn while I sigh.
To vacate away in that voidless space,
Where I shall be alive: independent of that maze,
Yet I wake I'm choking air in that distant place.
But I'm just silently screaming!
From all this dismal dreaming,
When all my tears are sorrowfully streaming!
From my horrid heart that's bleeding,
Can't you see how hard I'm pleading!
Tails TF Commish for Foxgamer01 For as long as I can remember, I had no family. My family perished in a shipwreck many years ago, a shipwreck caused by a terrible storm. I was only three years old when I lost my parents and relatives. I was with the few passengers who managed to escape from the rapidly sinking boat. One of the survivors was a friend of my family. We survivors lived on a deserted island for about a month before we were found by a local fisherman from a nearby island. Apparently our ship had sunk in the Caribbean and we were shipwrecked on one of the many supposedly uninhabited islands off of Puerto Rico. The fisherman took us to Puerto Rico and we were flown back to the United States.Tails TF Commish for Foxgamer013 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The friend of the family, a kind man, took me as his own and raised me. I always thought of the man who raised me as sort of a kind "uncle" even though he and I were not really related by blood. While under