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: Tik Tok ParodyWake up in the morning feeling like Doug RatmanPortal: Tik Tok Parody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Hey what up, Chell?)
Grab my portal gun, I'm out the door, I'm gonna pass this test!
Before I leave, dry my hair with the incinerator
Cuz when I leave the elevator I ain't comin' back
I'm talking portals on all the walls, walls
Trying out all our gels, gels
AIs cracking jokes, jokes
Brain scratching, try and solve it
Pushing that final button
Trying to get through to GLaDOS
Storage cube! Make it drop
Lazer blow my turret up
Tonight I'mma race
Til we see the surface
Tick tock on the clock
Why'd I pick the challenge, no!
Storage cube! Make it drop
Lazer blow my turret up
Tonight I'mma race
Til we see the surface
Tick tock on the clock
Why'd I pick the challenge, no!
Ain't got a care in world as I soar through the air
Ain't got no cubes on my buttons, but I'm already here
And now, the cores are lining up cause they hear I won't murder
But we drop them in the fire cuz I have to defeat her
I'm talking about everybody getting cake,
These Piggies are for Aperture Science Chapter 3These Piggies are for Aperture Science Chapter 34 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
These Piggies are for Aperture Science
Chapter 3: "Back to the Future"
"Ms. Chell, you have an incoming video call."
Chell turned to her intercom, and found herself sighing happily. After her ordeal at Aperture Science, she was found by a Social Security worker and was provided proper necessities. She underwent massive physical and psychological therapy, and was able to regain her voice and forget her scars. She wasn't uneducated, however, and soon she found herself the director of the Concepts & Design department of her workplace. All the while, she had enjoyed every second of being free.
"Who is it from?" Chell inquired. On the other end of the intercom, she could hear the click of computer keys, and then her secretary responded.
"It's from a Ms. Caroline."
"Put her on." Chell did not know who "Ms. Caroline" might be, but yet again, new clients were popping up all of the time. But what came up on the screen was beyond anything she could have expected
A facility, empty sav
A New BeginningThey’d found her when she was sleeping.A New Beginning3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She’d woken up to find her arms gripped tight by two muscled men, and her first instinct was to gasp, to try and fight them off; but she wasn’t as young as she used to be.
Her second instinct was to scream, but she swallowed it before it could become anything more than a small groan of panic. What good would screaming do? This was Cave’s company. These were Cave’s workers. Cave’s men.
And they all knew what was going to happen to her.
“It’s time to go, Miss Caroline,” one of the men said to her. She heard the unhappiness in his voice, and thought about trying to reason with him. Thought about begging for her life. After all, he wasn’t happy doing this. He knew it was wrong; everybody knew it was wrong, surely if she could just plead hard enough they’d let her go -
This was her company too, dammit, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to leave it without
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 - 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 - 100 Themes -New LoveM/M Fluff. Also, slight crack pairing? You decide.Portal - 100 Themes -New Love4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fact walked briskly down the employees' corridors, his nose as always stuck in a book. He thought he had become pretty familiar with the layout of the building, which was significantly different than the world of rails in which he had previously lived. However, when he took a brief respite from his literature, he found himself in a hallway he'd not explored before. In fact, it looked like hardly anyone had explored here in quite some time. The walls were still rusted and mildewed, and the floor had at least an inch of dust.
Fact frowned, snapping his book shut. He immediately turned around, intent on returning to more familiar passageways when a brutish odor invaded his simulated senses. Nausea was unfamiliar to constructs, but disgust certainly was not. Fact covered his nose, cursing the fact that olfactory simulators were standard on ev
Giant Wheatley / Tiny Chell - 'Something Warm'“Hey, y-you alright?” Wheatley asked as he turned his flashlight towards the tiny portal-gun-wielding human who had suddenly stopped to lean tiredly on one of the paneled walls, her portal gun dangling heavily from one hand. For the last hour or so he had begun to notice that she wasn’t acting quite like her usual endless-puzzle-solving self. He was worried she had started to malfunction, or else-Giant Wheatley / Tiny Chell - 'Something Warm'2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh! Are you- are you tired?” he asked, remembering that the human creatures only had so much energy to expend before having to recharge by eating and/or sleeping. In her case at least it probably also didn’t help that now, since she wasn’t in Her test chambers, she didn’t have the constant supply of adrenal-vapor-saturated-oxygen that would otherwise keep her going longer.
For personality constructs like himself, as well as most everything else in the facility, having to recharge was something they did only on the rare o
Portal 2 - Ch'ella stimaPortal 2 - Ch'ella stima4 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
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
'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
Portal factoryPortal factory3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now a portal's tale isn't quite as nice
as the story we knew of lemons and spice,
but a portal's easy once you get to know it,
with the help of the science of an Aperture portal device.
Let's delve deeper into Hawkings philosophy
Far beyond that of the black hole mythology
It's easy to misjudge Apeture science underground city
With it's testing chambers and portal techology
But with all great things comes a great responsibility
That of Aperture's being portal stabibility
How, you ask, are they up to the task
To which the answer is in a simple manufacturing facility
In the Portal gun Factory, where portal physics come true
In the Portal Gun Factory, where not a single defective one gets through
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
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
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!
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
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.
The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;The Black Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.
Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.
Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
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.
Sasunaru - The Vamp and the Human ch. 13Sasunaru - The Vamp and the Human ch. 133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Vamp and the human ch. 13
When I opened my eyes I couldn't help but put on a grim face. I slowly sat up wincing slightly as the blankets slid down my semi-nude body. My chest was covered with bandages. My heart like hell. It takes a while to heal from the wood that I was pierced with. I was glad that it wasn't the right type. It was an inexperienced vampire that did this. I let my golden hair cover my face as I clenched my heart. As inexperienced as that boy had been, he had a hell of an aim. I sighed and slid out of the bed and made my way over to the mirror on the other side of the room. I took a good look at myself. I looked pale, far too pale then many humans but I still looked exactly like what I was. A deadly beauty. Over the years my hips had curved and I now had a perfect hourglass figure and my cheek bones became sharp like my mothers. What hurt me was my eyes. They looked exactly like fathers. Over the years my eye color had changed. They were now a crystal purple, just l
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 - Right to itPortal 2 - Right to it3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You want your freedom? Take it.
That's what I'm counting on.
A trail of trodden spikes cuts the field in two oceans on their own, each indifferent to the other's gold.
On its length, one can easily read the traces left by a journey. There are footprints with a steady, regular rhythm – those feet have run for miles and seldom paused.
The traces of the traveller's breaks are neatly shaped, all in the same way. Very distant from each other, but regular, they show where a heavy flat object has broken more stems with its weight.
Then the areas become wider, after what must be the distance of long hours. They grow in number and frequency, interrupting a straight line that is melting into a wave a path so full of bends and stops that it almost becomes a broken line, broken by hardships, by struggles to go on.
Halfway through the long road, a cube is found, abandoned on a corner of wheat. It is covered in dirt and mud, with clean handprints all over the surface. Those