Transfer 2------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It's hard to overstate my satisfaction...Transfer 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell's first thought was, He's heavier than I remember.
Her second was, Wow, didn't know that would happen.
Her third was interrupted by the soft moaning of an unconscious Wheatley, who had collapsed onto her lap after commenting on his new smell, and an annoyed-sounding GLaDOS Again.
"I thought I heard a moron. Chell, was this you?" She asked accusingly.
Chell quickly craned her head to face the camera and shook her head no. Then, frowning, she nodded. Finally, she shrugged with exasperation.
GLaDOS sighed, but when she spoke again, her tone this time was wonder and complete disbelief. "Now, that's different. He came through a portal on the moon and turned human?"
"Even I couldn't have predicted this, and to be honest, I'm the smartest AI there is. It must've been a side effect from something. I'll just cut him open, run some tests
Not So DifferentChell set the bottle on the countertop. Her day had been long and made especially unpleasant by the sudden panic attack brought on by the smell of ammonia in the grocery market, that smell not so different from the unnatural sterilized smell of Aperture. Her chest had constricted and her breathing became deep and measured and quick and she was so sure she could hear the innocent, child-like "I see you," from the isle next to her. She nearly took down three shelves trying to crush the imaginary turret without the help of the Aperture Science Handheld Dual Portal Gun, and the knot of embarrassment and anxiety still resided in her chest. The deep red liquid poured gracefully from the slim glass bottle. She hadn't truly intended to ever drink it she'd found it in the cellar when they'd moved into the quickly abandoned home but some days, she decided, it was more than called for.Not So Different3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't anything fancy. A generous amount of wine in a red plastic cup, to calm her nerves and m
Transfer-Part 1"Spaaace I'm in SPAAAACE SPACE."Transfer-Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Wheatley looked irritatedly at the core.
"Yes, we've been in space for the past two years! You're in space, I'm in space, we're both in space!"
Wheatley felt like he could cry- if an AI could cry, that is. The galaxy was so unforgiving. The stars and the moon and the sun, so far away and comforting from Earth, looked deadly here.
Could be deadly here.
"Oh, please, Chell, I'm sorry, soooo sorry Please, please come find me, get me Don't leave me here with this thing. I want to see you again Please " He whispered, but nobody but the Space Core heard.
At least, that's what he thought until an absolutely beautiful, murky, blue portal opened on the moon.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This was a triumph...
Chell smiled with pride. Her adjustments on the gun to make a portal go farther than it could before, without the huge adrenal
Wedding of Deception - Ch. 3: ObservationWedding of Deception - Ch. 3: Observation3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Several days passed as the anticipated celebration drew ever closer, with both the citizens of Equestria and Zakelon who had heard the news eagerly making preparations. With now less than a week to go before the big wedding day, the city of Canterlot was bustling with activity, ponies hurrying this way and that to collect everything they'd need for when the wedding was to be held in four days time.
And nopony in the country's capital suspected that some uninvited guests would be in attendance, or the heinous deception that would soon come to take place.
But for the moment, everything was going perfectly for the soon-to-be-wed couple, Princess Cadance and the captain of the Royal Guard, Shining Armor. The pair were just outside the castle at this time, practically being swarmed by citizens and paparazzi who had questions for them about their upcoming wedding.
Two groups of ponies in particular, mingling with the crowd, were trying to get as close as possible withou
MLP: Sweet With A Hint of Apple Cider"Do you like it? Huh? Do you? Do you?"MLP: Sweet With A Hint of Apple Cider3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Streamers lined up along the rows of the apple orchard. Each tree was decorated with a painted, bright scarlet smiling face. All of the apples in the wooden bushels he previously collected had a coating of caramel ready to be shipped out to Sugarcube Corner, something he was supposed to do later in the day when Granny Smith decided to take a nap in the middle of her duty. Before him on a luminescent pink picnic blanket was one of the largest, reddest cakes he ever saw with twirls of yellow frosting on the edges and a candle the shape of his cutie mark on top.
Big Macintosh blinked. He had forgotten his own birthday.
Pinkie Pie nudged him towards the cake, giggling excitedly. "With everypony all busy celebrating the royal wedding, I nearly forgot about your birthday being a day later! It would've been at Sugarcube Corner and a bit more exciting, but I figured I'd get you with a bigger surprise on your homefront!"
Big Mac looked down at the hyperact
Blue FogBlue Fog6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The irritating ringing noise wakened Mondo Von Unsymmet out of a sound sleep. He groaned, looking at the clock beside his bed. It was five minutes after five. V sun hadn't even come up yet. This was the one thing Mondo always hated about his profession....people would wake him up when they needed him. He couldn't very well say no, after all, he was a doctor.
"Yes..." he groaned, "Von Unsymmet, what's your emergency?"
Wait...he knew that voice.
"Nibor?" he sat up suddenly and then rolled over convulsively as a sudden stabbing pain shot through his backside. "Nibor, ouch....Nibor, what's wrong." He ignored his own pains to concentrate on the call. His own crooked leg gave him enough trouble that he was more or less used to it.
"Mondo, I really need to talk to you....Now." It WAS Nibor.
"Hon! What's wrong? Are you all right? " Mondo was truly alarmed now. Nibor had been a good friend since she had moved to Crookedtown. She had always seemed so young, but sh
Rock-A bye Traders- Chapter 1Rock-A bye Traders- Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rock – a Bye Traders
Chapter 1: Murder
Johnny Topside was a tall, well muscled, blond man with scars over his cheek and forehead from previous missions. John worked as a cop, sharp blue eyes like the clear ocean. He was wearing a dark blue short sleeve shirt and jeans covering his figure. With him was his 18 year old adopted daughter Eleanor Lamb. Eleanor had short black hair and blue eyes that matched John's, the little girl was beautiful and too intelligent for her age. She had always been the best in school and John was proud of her.
"Father," She started before setting down a cup of tea for her dad, steam coming out of the cup. "My teacher asked for a report about markets of the country"
John took the cup and watched the steam coming out of it. "I'll get a report for you from the office" he replied before taking a sip of the tea, not bothered by how it stung his tongue with the heat.
Eleanor smiled at before she pushed her hair back and away from her eyes. "Thank you" she kis
Kimi Fosse: Introduction The cafeteria at Grade E was as chaotic as the rest of the school. Only it was worse then anywhere else in the mornings. Why? Every last one of the lunatics, oddballs, and delinquents gathered here before the first bell, as they prepared themselves for the countless dangerous and unusual teachers, that lurked the school, as well as squeezing in some last minute antics.Kimi Fosse: Introduction6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A group of rowdy boys crowded the table closest to the main entrance and escape route, preparing to jeer any student who dared come in five minutes before the bell. Someone did come, someone small, darkly dressed, and feminine; a young girl.
All the commotion of the cafeteria seemed to grow silent, all of the murder attempts and practical jokes, everything, as a blond strolled in quietly, her blue eyes strangely dark. She clutched a journal as if it were her best friend or, better yet, her boyfriend. The notebook was plain enough, except for th