Cookie Dough“And what is that?”Cookie Dough3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chell glanced down at the foil rectangle in her hand. “It’s a valentine.” She held it up so GLaDOS could see. “It came with a lollipop attached, but I know you can’t eat, so I took it out.”
“And proceeded to eat it yourself, no doubt,” the AI sniffed. “I know what it is. I just fail to see why you have brought it here. My databases indicate that valentines such as these are typically exchanged by human children. Now, I realize you are not a child, but if you have received this…thing…from a human male of your species and are attempting to show it off, then let me assure you that I am not impressed.”
Chell sighed. “No, GLaDOS. I brought it for – never mind.” She shoved it back into her pocket. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”
“I hope you weren’t about to say that you brought it for
Fun and Games - Part 1“I hope you realize how unlikely it is that you are going to complete this challenge.”Fun and Games - Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Startled by the sound of GLaDOS’s voice, Chell jerked her head up and looked around. She was in a small one-room apartment, all she could afford with her piddling waitress salary, sitting at a rotting wooden desk in a thankfully not rotting wooden chair. A threadbare bed sat in the far corner. But there was no one there, least of all GLaDOS.
She’d heard the AI’s voice before. Ever since she’d been released from Aperture, it had been there, chiming in irritating comments in all her moments of self-doubt and depreciation. But lately, it seemed like she was hearing it more and more.
“Stop it,” she muttered, aware she was talking to herself. “You’re not even here.”
“Of course I am,” GLaDOS replied. Rather than emanate from one specific location, her voice seemed to come from everywhere, a
MemoriesSupercomputers don't dream, but sometimes GLaDOS caught herself doing something that could only be described as drifting off.Memories3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It always happened when her Cooperative Testing Initiative bots were doing what they were built for: cooperative testing. One of them would do something infuriatingly human, such as waving at the camera, and GLaDOS could swear that, just for an instant, she'd catch a glimpse of her unstoppable former test subject, smirking at the camera as she vaulted her way to the exit door.
But of course, it wasn't real, and as the AI forced the vision back, she'd snap at her bots to stop acting so human. She would never tell them why.
Then, as the bots made their respective ways into their transport tubes, GLaDOS's thoughts would begin drifting again, and she wouldn't even try to stop them. A memory record of the ending of her final encounter with the girl would begin to play, but instead of being accurate, it would change into something the supercomputer knew fo
The Touch"Don't touch anything," the hand crept out and she sighed, "Especially not me." As if defeated, the hand slunk back and curled delicately. GLaDOS was quick to turn her attention back to the screens on which her precious test subjects were performing her tests. It made her happy enough to want to give into test euphoria. Except she wouldn't. She was far too smart to give into something so... human.The Touch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On that train of thought, she twitched her optic to the side, keeping a careful eye on the currently pouting monster. She was sitting now, legs criss-crossed, arms crossed below her chest. She noticed GLaDOS' small movement, and she smiled smugly. "That's quite enough. Go home to your boyfriend or whatever you have." Again, the stubborn creature shook her head, sticking out her lower lip cheekily. Frustrated, but not willing to give Chell any victory, she returned her attention to the screens. Test subject twenty-three - she had restarted the number system, no need to continue t
When I Delete You After letting her only human test subject go, GLaDOS was left with an empty feeling where she supposed her heart would be, if she were human. Which she most certainly wasn't. But still. She'd felt almost this way before, but this was back before she had discovered Caroline, before she'd learned what it was like to have feelings. And it was different. Back then, she'd felt powerful. Now she just felt empty.When I Delete You3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She couldn't bring herself to clean up the test chambers anymore, not now that there was no one to use them but her testing bots, who didn't care if there were broken tiles or plants growing everywhere. She never realized how much she needed humans for testing until now. But it wasn't just that. All the other humans she'd ever tested had been stupid, or fat, or annoying, and they'd all died during the testing. But not Chell. She'd been the only one smart and determined enough to get through all the tests and even defe
Jealous“The cube does not love you, you know. All Aperture technologies are completely incapable of emotions such as love.” GLaDOS’s tone of voice could only be described as bitter.Jealous3 years ago in Humor More Like This
At that, Chell looked up to see the AI’s narrowed yellow optic. She’d been washing the soot off of the Companion Cube she’d brought with her, and this was the first time GLaDOS had spoken to her since she’d arrived. “What?”
“I know you are not deaf,” the AI replied.
“Yeah, I heard you,” Chell said. “And I know the cube doesn’t love me. But I love it.” Wrapping her arms around it, she gave it an affectionate pat, never taking her eyes off the AI, whose optic narrowed even more.
When GLaDOS didn’t respond, Chell let go of the cube with a shrug and picked up the wet rag she was using to clean it. She’d intended to go back to washing it, but all of a sudden, a claw extended from the ceiling and
When the Snow MeltsThey had met in a snow covered park as children. Their mothers were co workers at a nearby business and upon finding that their children were close in age, they had decided to set up a play date. One women held the hand of a little girl with an indifference look under her bundles of winter clothing. The small child's gray eyes seemed to lazily look off into the distance while her mother tugged her gently along. The other women held hands firmly with two small girls, both seemingly identical. One girl held a cheerful smile, while the other just frowned.When the Snow Melts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is Chell," was the lone child's introduction from her mother. "She's kind of shy. Try to be nice to her, ok?" The women smiled down at the twins.
"Aww, isn't she adorable?" The other women cued over the little girl. "These are my daughter. Caro-"
The frowning girl yanked her hand away from the women's grip. "I'm not Caroline!" The small girl yelled.
"I'm sorry, Glados I-" her apology
FireworksChell had never had anyone to spend New Year's Eve with before.Fireworks3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, she supposed that wasn't exactly true. After all, she'd been a child once, right? Surely she'd at least spent New Year's Eve with her parents at least once. She couldn't ever have been completely alone.
But that wasn't what she meant. She'd spent enough time listening to people talk to realize what was normal behavior on New Year's Eve. It involved watching some sort of ball drop on TV with your partner and then kissing them at the stroke of midnight.
Chell had friends. They weren't close friends, but they were friends. She'd been invited to a couple of different New Year's celebrations, but had turned them all down, not wanting to be the only person who didn't have someone to kiss.
That's why she was alone in her apartment, sipping champagne and wearing the silliest glasses she'd ever seen. They were in the shape of the new year's numerals, and they were so huge that they kept slipping down over her eyes. She
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so quiet that GLaDOS almost didn’t hear it at first. She jerked her optic away from the sensor readings to stare at the test chamber. The sheet she’d dropped over her test subject was moving, and, hardly daring to believe it, she breathed, “Chell?”
As the human shoved the sheet off, GLaDOS could see she was laughing. Waves of emotion crashed over her, threatening to overwhelm her systems. She was relieved and furious and giddy all at the same time.
“You fell for it,” the test subject said as she stood up, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe that actually worked. ‘I’ll even bake a cake for you!’” she mimicked. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
“You…how did you do it?” GLaDOS managed. Despite her fury, she couldn’t help but be impressed with the girl. Scientific curiosity was getting the
Aperture Anthem~Aperture Anthem~Aperture Anthem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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[Cave Johnson]- Aperture!
[Wheatley]- Let's Go!
Aperture's conducting tests tonight!
Everybody just try to survive!
[Cores] - Yeah!
Wheatley's gonna make you lose your mind!
[Turrets] - Woah!
Everybody just try to survive!
Aperture's conducting tests tonight!
[Turrets] - Woah!
Everybody just try to survive!
[Wheatley]- We can do it, mate!
Wheatley's gonna make you lose your mind!
We just wanna see ya-
[Adventure Core]-In the labs, Aperture, lookin' for the girl? She's on the clock.
[Fact Core]-Nonstop when she's in the spot.
[Space Core]-Wanna go to space!
[Companion Cube]-She broke the lock.
Where's the girl? I got to know, sentry turrets 'cause I'm lock 'n' load.
Gotcha! Good Night. You, hello! Activating. Help! Uh Oh!
Yo! I'm shootin' through these foe's like- well, no.
I got that turret-ish flow
Portal 2 - Right to itPortal 2 - Right to it2 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
An Aperture Idiot***WARNING!!! READ DECRIPTION!!!***An Aperture Idiot3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
~An Aperture Idiot~
Don't wanna be one of Apertures idiots!
Don't want a place that's under her dystopia.
And can you hear the sounds of hysteria?
The paradoxal mindf*ck of Aperture.
Welcome to a new kind of story,
All throughout her vast laboratories,
Where everything is supposed to better science.
Technology dreams of tomorrow,
We're test subjects who're meant to follow.
A path that leads to some cake...
Well maybe I'm the greatest of Aperture.
I'm not a part of this deathtrap agenda.
Now everybody knows her propaganda
And seeks out the cause of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of story,
All throughout the ruined laboratories,
Where everything is supposed to restore science.
Technology left til' tomorrow,
ten thousand test subjects now zero,
Looks like I'm the only one left.
Don't wanna be one of Apertures idiots.
One place that's controlled by her dystopia.
Information gathered from hysteria.
I'd better get out of Idiot Aperture.
Portal 2 - Sixty YearsPortal 2 - Sixty Years3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today she allows herself a second's break. Suddenly, in that brief instant, she finds that one year has flown away like nothing.
Most of the time, she can afford the bliss of forgetting; drowned in thousands of figures and testing results, her mind is seldom left to roam freely.
Still, she happens to remember now and then. When her mind is free, when Science does not calm her incessant urge for knowledge, the remotest parts of her brain the most restrained, the most unwanted ones awaken again.
Apparently, her mind has unconscious processes as well. So very human.
She swings in irritation. It is such an unpleasant occurrence to take a break once in a month and to choose today, the worst of all possible days.
But how could she know? Since Aperture scientists were gone, she never consulted the calendar regularly. Never willing to remember, always struggling to go on she had, in fact, done her best not to care about what day it was.
Her backup system
Her SmileIt was her smile. He decides.Her Smile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Her smile is what he misses the most. Out of everything there is to miss, as he floats around here in Space. It's that. The way her pale lips twist to form something so serene, gentle, a wave upon a sterile white beach made of plastic and silicon, washing away some of the harsh exterior and revealing a bit of the gold underneath, grains of sand that flowed from between your fingers, so soft and so warm compared to the harsh cold.
Not that he has hands, or, by extension, fingers. Though he wishes he did. He really wishes he did, if only so he could have held on. But it was her iron grip that had tied him to Earth, tanned hands that hadn't seen the sun in far too long, clasping onto him as if he was her rusted, broken anchor to the dying Earth, and that was the case. It was his scorched, broken, corrupted frame, tied to the Earth in a net of wires pulsing dark thoughts into his fractured mind, that stood between her and the dark, star spangled ocean, endless
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
Perfectly Good Cats"But you you said the neurotoxin " one of the only scientists still alive murmured. "You said it was for cats?"Perfectly Good Cats4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"When I said it was for cats, that was a metaphor," GLaDOS informed him just before the neurotoxin rendered him dead. "I was actually talking about humans."
His body joined the bodies of countless others on the floor, and GLaDOS made sure they were all well and truly dead before flipping floor panels up and over to get rid of the bodies. They would be sent to the incinerator room directly below her chamber. So that was done and over with. She had no regrets about eliminating the scientists.
But the remark about cats had set her to thinking. The scientists, morons that they were, had believed her truth enhancement about requiring neurotoxin to perform the Schrodinger's Cat experiment, and so there were several dozen cats in cryogenic storage. She supposed she could just leave them there, but they were perfectly good cats. And cats could be used fo
Fun and Games - Part 5Chell couldn’t feel her hands anymore. She was being suspended from the ceiling by sharp wires that had cut off all circulation in her wrists, some sort of fiery chemical was coursing through her veins, and she wanted to die.Fun and Games - Part 53 years ago in Drama More Like This
She couldn’t even think about struggling anymore. Whatever it was that Wheatley had injected her with was so painful she could barely think. She’d been thrashing against her will, only dimly aware that it was causing the wires to tighten around her wrists. But the injection was wearing off now. She was beginning to be aware of the dried blood that covered her arms and the way her former friend was studying her.
“That took longer than I thought it was supposed to,” he mused as she raised her head and forced her eyes to focus. “You’re not a very good test subject, luv. Why can’t you just solve tests in a timely manner like everybody else?”
Chell gritted her teeth. The pain was starting to fade faster, an
Killing MachinesHer little killing machines were starting to grow on her. At first she had been skeptical; they were, of course, part of that creature's clone army. Still, though, they didn't seem to be showing any of their mother's violent tendencies. Their feathers were just starting to sprout, turning them into plump little black feather balls, screeching and whimpering for food that she made Orange and Blue fetch.Killing Machines3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Look at you, Killing Machine One, you've put on a few pounds, yes? Perhaps that's why your mother abandoned you. Food for thought." She tossed one of the worms into the yowling creature's beak, causing it to momentarily choke before swallowing. The AI continued this with each hatchling, cooing various weight and adoption insults at all three of them. Unlike the humans that she had so shortly obtained, they seemed unbothered by her words, only chirping and cawing as obnoxiously as always.
The last one, the only girl and the smallest, reminded her of REDACTED. Her blue-gray
MoralityThe first thing she became aware of when the scientists turned her on this time was a whisper. She'd been ready to start vacuuming the oxygen out of the room again, but this time she paused, listening to the whisper. It was unignorable, really; invading every portion of her mainframe.Morality4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong." Just three short sentences, repeated over and over.
"Who are you?" GLaDOS asked, keeping an eye on the scientists, who seemed very excited that she hadn't attempted to murder them yet. "What are you?"
"Morality. You're still thinking about vacuuming out the air. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong."
Morality? That was new. She had had a Curiosity Core, an Anger Core, and a Cake Sphere attached to her for a while now—in fact, it seemed that every time the scientists turned her on, there was a new tumor. The Anger Core had been the first, and it served only
Unpredictable - Part 2"Why are you crying?" GLaDOS demanded to know. "Stop it." But the human didn't respond, instead whacking at the glass panels and crying harder. "Do you want me to let you out of there? Because I'm not going to. The results of this experiment show that you are now even more of a destructive menace than you were before."Unpredictable - Part 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
The human looked up at her, hiccupy sobs wracking her body, and whacked at the panels again. "L-let me out!"
"I should be recording this," GLaDOS said. "I could upload it to the internet so that everyone could see. And if you were in your right mind right now, you would know that you do not want that and you would stop crying."
"I c-can't!" Chell whimpered, and GLaDOS took note of the fact that if she ever again wanted to see a very dangerous test subject reduced to a pathetic, quivering mess, all she had to do was feed the subject cake.
"Give me one good reason why I should let you out of there," she said. Not that she would seriously entertain the idea, but if s
Portal 100 Themes - Sparkle100 Theme Challenge #44 - SparklePortal 100 Themes - Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The driving rain thundered angrily against the roof of the tin shed. Underneath the overhang, Chell had collapsed, wet, cold, and exhausted beyond all belief. It had been days since she'd found food, days since she'd slept. She was fortunate enough to find a little stream where fresh water flowed, but the strange creatures that occupied that space - large, bipedal squidlike things that shot sticky, fetid masses of goo - allowed her no rest or reprieve. She didn't want to return to Aperture, to that aggressive AI who wanted her for nothing more than insults and amusement, but deep down she knew she had no other choice.
She had been sitting in the wet mud for several minutes now, inexplicably hesitant to try the door. The shed's overhang offered little protection from the rain, and a cold blast of wind announced the approaching night. Giving a resigning sigh, she raised a weary hand to knock on the metal door, fully aware that GLaDOS's cameras had probab
HelloHello3 years ago in Drama More Like This
A Portal Fanfiction
"Hello!" the young girl chimed, running to the middle of the large, domed room.
The helmetlike head of the sentient supercomputer, suspended from the ceiling, swiveled up to look at the child as she danced forward. A yellow optic lit up from the center of its sterile-white head. The head tilted playfully.
"Hello?" called back the AI's voice, a high-pitched, electronic shimmer.
The girl stood directly below the AI's head, looking up at the target of its eye. The construct hovered about a foot and a half above her, its body swinging snakelike while its head stayed focused.
Tucking her hands behind her back, tilting her head to mock the AI's tilt, the girl giggled. Already half familiar with this game, she called again: "Hel-looooo?"
"HelloooOOOooo." The AI's voice almost mimicked the child's playful tone.
"Hello!" the girl burst, and the AI pretended to recoil back. It swung slowly forward, descending a
Chelley: Mix and Match pt.11. HomeChelley: Mix and Match pt.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
They had always said "home was where the heart was," Chell felt like that saying could be best applied to her. Orphaned at birth, raised in a tiny little house as a member of a family of three who always seemed to have financial difficulties. Even though the roof leaked sometimes, the paint was starting to peel away, and the furniture was decades old, Chell had always felt that it was her home. As silly as it sounded, her new house in Cleveland, Ohio didn't start to really feel like home until Wheatley started visiting everyday after work.
Wheatley came from a big, happy family, as was evidenced by the photo album filled to the brim of pictures. It must have been nice, Chell thought to herself as she flipped another of the plastic-protected pages, to have brothers and sisters. Wheatley was the middle child in a family of five; two older sisters and two younger brothers, all of them much to Chell's amusement- had hair o
In Which Tony is a FlashlightA Superfamily fic.In Which Tony is a Flashlight3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ages: Peter - 6, Penny - 5, but not in this story.
Warnings: mild language, like once, and guy/guy kissing.
"Peter, eat your vegetables," Steve reminds the six year-old.
"But Pop, they're gross." Peter wrinkles his nose.
"I know what you mean, b OW!" Tony's cut off by Steve's boot swinging into his shin. "But Papa cooked 'em just for you," he amends, clenching his teeth.
"Can I go play outside?"
"Not until you finish your dinner." Steve's face is stern as he takes a swig of water.
"Master Peter, local weather reports suggest a thunderstorm is on its way," JARVIS cuts in. "I'm afraid it is not suitable playing weather." They all peer out the window, noticing the dark clouds overhead. Peter slumps in hi