Aperture Plasmids Ch 3"Oh, this is bad," Wheatley whined, his forehead back in the lab breaking into a sweat. "So very, very bad I thought that we'd disposed of that stuff already!"Aperture Plasmids Ch 34 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chell knelt down and sifted through the wrecked crate, pulling free a sheet of paper that served as the instructions for this 'Combustible Lemonade' that had her companion so worried.
"From the Rhapsody Labs: Combustible Lemonade
Introduction: When life gives you lemons, don't just make lemonade! Make Combustible Lemonade! Our engineers have painstakingly created luscious lemons perfect for all your incendiary needs, but why stop there? We took the next step for your convenience and carefully squeezed our lemons and thus this delightfully flammable drink was born!
NOTICE: Rhapsody Labs are not responsible for any injury that occurs as a direct or indirect result of our Combustible Lemonade. USE AT YOUR OWN RISK AND THE RISK OF THOSE AROUND YOU.
1) Burning down structures for the purposes of demolition (or fun).
Escape From Aperture - Prologue'Hello, anyone in there! No, of course there isn't, I'm alone, aren't I?! ALONE!' blinking in surprise I struggled the force my eyelids open as the concrete dust smothering my face weighed them down and burnt the air, and for a moment I wondered if I was alive or dead.Escape From Aperture - Prologue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a seemingly reasonable question considering what had happened earlier on but still I felt slightly sick at the concept of death so I wondered why I was still thinking about it, but luckily I snapped away from the rather faint idea when something large, round, hard and circular bounced down hard on my stomach as if to try and wake me up.
My mind was blanked, I could barely grasp the concept of the thin line between insanity and just plain confusion, and all of this was just turned into a twisted knot by the searing pain shooting up through my body. Faintly I could hear someone's voice yelling at me, but it was slurred by the rubble in my ears and the ringing of my ear drums. In fact I could barely hear anything but
After After Aperture Part TwoChell was woken, not for the mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise, but by Wheatley.After After Aperture Part Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Chell? Chell, the television's on, luv."
Sure enough, the small screen was lit up, showing streams of code.
"Chell, listen carefully."
"GLaDOS!" Chell exclaimed.
"At this moment, you are doubtlessly babbling, since I repaired your voice. But that was pointless, since I can't hear you anyway."
Chell closed her mouth.
"Better, I hope. I am trapped very deep in a sub-program, Chell. I I need you. Convince them that I will behave. Please." The screen went black.
Please? GLaDOS must be desperate. Chell opened the door, noting that Wheatley's rail extended out of her room now.
"Oh." Her room hung near an elevator shaftliterally hung. Even as she looked down, some nearby rooms shifted around.
Wheatley whizzed out on his rail. "Coming?"
"Wheatley, it's got to be three miles down."
"Oh," he said, blinking his optic in confusion. "Is that bad, then?"
Chell nodded, resisting the urge to
Aperture Plasmids Ch 9The issue with using something blunt as your primary weapon is that the damage it inflicts is messy. Bullets are fast and impersonal, leaving a neat little hole behind. Blades are more intimate and, when sharp, can make clean cuts in flesh. But something like a pipe wrench is heavy, clumsy, and when used as an instrument of murder, brutal.Aperture Plasmids Ch 93 years ago in Horror More Like This
The dent in the splicer's forehead was a dirty, broken mess of fractured bone and matted hair, pooling blood and perhaps even bits of his addled grey-matter. Chell remained motionless, straddling his hips with the wrench back up in a two-handed position, ready to swing down the moment he so much as fluttered an eyelid. Eyes wide with terror as her heart raced, she was tense and ready to snap even as drops of the splicer's blood began to dry on her cheeks. Long moments passed and her heart took its time returning to a normal pace. Behind her and beyond the ruined rail, Wheatley watched her.
"Um, not to uh be a bother, love, but," he finally
Aperture Plasmids Ch 5Several long moments would pass before the Big Daddy was gone, the door resealing itself behind him. Chell heaved a relieved sigh, looking up expectantly at the core above her. Wheatley slid along the track and began down the hall, turning to face her.Aperture Plasmids Ch 54 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Hey, don't look so glum!" he tried to encourage her. "Those guys are actually our friends in all this. They just look rather gruesome and intimidating, that's all. And since he just came from the Dining Sphere, I bet it's nice and quiet there, no Splicers! Won't that be good?"
Chell hoped that that was the case, the fewer of the crazed addicts she encountered the better. As they reached the door leading into the new area, however, she could feel her fledgling hope crushed. Explosions sounded one after another from somewhere within and what she guessed to be maniacal laughter. Wheatley chuckled awkwardly, shooting her an apologetic glance while the door's mechanisms activated.
"Well, it was worth a shot you, ah
Aperture Plasmids Ch 8After what felt like ages, Chell stirred. It was Wheatley's concerned voice that drudged her up from the depths of her dreamscape, blinking away the last of its phantoms as she looked up at him.Aperture Plasmids Ch 83 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Oh thank god," he sighed with relief. "I'd started to worry you broke or something "
She shook her head, standing up slowly and brushed her pants off. Looking around, she neither saw or heard Rick. Favoring her companion with a questioning glance, she recalled what had happened just before her unexpected nap and rubbed furiously at the handprint on her cheek.
"Right, that guy," Wheatley grumbled with his panels shifting in their best imitation of his shrug. "He's going up ahead of us to see if he can keep the way mostly cleared out. But really, the worst of the Splicers are the ones that hide around in the maintenance areas. All former subjects, all wielding a dangerous cocktail of plasmids, and all highly territorial psychopa---uh I'm not helping, am I?"
Chell looked exas
After ApertureChell was sitting on a Companion Cube. It had rained last night, and she had been able to clean most of the soot off of it. You would never guess it had been in an incinerator.After Aperture3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been two months since GLaDOS had let her go, but she hadn't moved on, despite several terse death threats echoing up the shaft. Whenever she was out of food, more came up in the elevator. It was a fairly peaceful life - her, her cube, and occasionally a crazy A.I.
Then a voice echoed up the shaft - no, wait. That wasn't from the shaft. That was her cube.
"Hello! Uh Hello? Chell?"
Chell stiffened and reached for her portal gun before remembering it wasn't there. She knew that voice. The owner had tried to kill her - and he was in space. Why was her Companion Cube broadcasting him?
"Chell?" The voice sounded worried now.
Chell sighed and knelt down. She knocked on the cube hard, hoping that would be enough to tell Wheatley she could hear him. Then another voice came up from the little shed. "I T