Portal Christmas storyPortal Christmas story4 years ago in Humor More Like This
'Twas Christmas (or the day before),
And for that most people were preparing for.
In Aperture labs all was still,
But then, with a shriek so shrill,
In crashed a British core.
And right in the main computer room,
where GLaDOS was hanging in gloom,
Because of his bad luck of course,
Wheatley crashed with quite a force,
and prepared to face his doom.
Before she could disassemble, torch, or,
throw him into trash compactor,
He turned on his British charm:
"I assure you, I meant no harm!
the sleigh got in my way!" he swore.
Unsure what he was going on about for,
but deeming it best to ignore,
"It has been so much fun,
now get ready to be catapulted to the sun"
she said, deciding to settle the score.
"No! Aren't you curious what I saw!?"
screamed the core hanging in her claw.
"For my falling from the sky the cause,
was, believe it or not, Santa Claus!
for crashing to his sleigh made me yaw!"
Indeed, GLaDOS wasn't about to believe it,
When Chell arrived to save the Brit.
She told the robots,
Portal 2 - ReflectionPortal 2 - Reflection3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes it was the echo of her rage.
It came without warnings, splitting in half those long days of testing the days in which her Aperture, the Aperture she had been planning since her first moments, had finally trapped the whole lot of humans in its maze.
Her deadly calm would break, all of a sudden; and the hatred would burst in her cables, bringing back to life yells and tears of events long gone by then.
The worn faces staring at her from the test chambers became full, healthy and arrogant again; she saw them through the eyes of a offended woman, of a victim. Their bodies looked renewed and clean, back in space and time she was among them and protested, screamed, argued back from the bottom of her heart. She struggled to save her dignity, to save herself; but it was too late.
Always too late, forever too late. Too late to take back her silent consent, too late to prevent her desperation from exploding; too late to spare hundreds of people the fate they had suffered,
Cross My Heart I: Never Let You Go.Cross My Heart I: Never Let You Go.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Never Let You Go.
The moon; I hadn't seen the moon before.
This beautiful, glowing orb suspended in the dark blue sky that seemed to consist of sparkling velvet, small gems embedded in the soft darkness, wrapping around the outside of the world in a warm blanket of security and comfort. I had dreamed of it, for a long time; this moon, this shimmering, iridescent orb. I had dreamed of stepping barefooted, without the tight-fitting long-fall boots curving around my aching feet, calloused and sore from overuse, on soft grass, springy and fresh, spreading out amongst this field of green. No longer present was the sharp smell of chemicals that burnt my nose, the pristine walls of a decrepit, long abandoned facility, but a world that shone underneath the brightness of the moon. Yeah, a field of springy fresh grass… spread out around me like the ocean.
Oh God the ocean! I desperately wanted to see that too. Sparkling dimples imbedded in a churning mass of salty, shimmering blue
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 14.Chapter 14Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 14.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After their break they went into the elevator and the doors closed behind them.
"I'm glad you two finally finished, this elevator only carries about 750 pounds of weight. I'm just worried that the elevator might break on the way down..." GLaDOS remarked.
Chell sighed and looked around the elevator for cameras...There were none. Chell nodded and looked at Wheatley.
"Richard. I don't know why but you sound an awful lot like someone I know, you sound like him and act like him. His name was Wheatley. Does that name ring a bell to you? Please. Answer me honestly..." Chell asked him and looked at his deep blue eyes; her eyes were almost filled with tears. She just wanted to know if this man was her best friend...His voice...His eyes, they were a painful reminder to her.
"C-Chell...I don't know what you mean...I-I grew up with the name Richard...I know losing your friend must be hard, but, I'm not him..." Wheatley hated lying to her, especially when she looked so desperate, he swal
Her SmileIt was her smile. He decides.Her Smile3 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
Slow DownChell remembered once someone had asked her to describe a person using only one word. Amongst her new friends, she often found that the job had been done for her.Slow Down4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Simple names, to the point. They'd either been assigned them to explain their function, or had chosen them based on their likes. Every so often, when his voice cooperated, "Logic" would politely ask to be called "Baker," for example. And, of course, "Rick" had come up with his own name, sitting in a pen for years with nothing to do but fantasize about adventure. And "Anger" was technically the "Emotion Core," though the first was definitely more fitting. And then
Then there was him.
One word. She could never seem to solve that puzzle. Oh, there was no denying that she'd heard him called any number of things. "Moron" seemed to be Her default name for him. "Intelligence Dampening Sphere," his actual title, was almost as much of a mouthful as Her full name. "IDS" wasn't much of
Chelley Fanfic EPILOGUEChelley Fanfic. Epilogue.Chelley Fanfic EPILOGUE4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I despise you. I loathe you. You arrogant, selfish, smugly quiet, awful jump suited MONSTER of a woman."
"Are you still alive?! You are joking you have got to be kidding me!"
"Yeah. Well now we're all gunna pay the bloody price. 'Cause we're all gunna bloody DIE."
Chell awoke with a start, sitting up, her forehead dripping with sweat and her heart pounding loudly in frantic fear. The pale, white walls only stared back at her. Chell whipped her head from side to side and found that she was safe, in that small, yet warm apartment. She laid back in the bed and put a hand to her forehead, gently reassuring herself that she was just having a bad dream.
Chell wiped her hand across her forehead and snapped the sweat off of her fingers, and she stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, a loud snore disturbed the peace. Chell looked to the tall, skinny man lying beside her. His short fringe almost in a cow-lick-style, and his face smud
Another Sad ChelleySomething slammed into him with enough force to send him face first into the floor. Bomb, he thought blearily, It's a bomb, why are there bombs?Another Sad Chelley4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Wait didn't I have
Why was I
And now she was on top of him, with one foot braced against his spine, physically ripping and tearing the wires out of him, and oh it hurts! That hurts! Stop hurting me, luv!
"What are you doing? If you don't switch us, this whole place is going to come down about our ears. And it will be your fault. Do you understand?"
Push her off. She's only human, it'll be easy Just one quick twist, one little shove
The first voice, always infuriating, always driving him towards that line he'd drawn in his head of what he could and could not do. A line that felt strangely fuzzy, as though he'd been scuffing at it with his foot, testing the limits he knew so well The second, which he was sure had prompted him to do it. Whatever it said always s
The Forgotten Moment "Come along this way, luv," Wheatley said as he strode along the catwalks in the belly of Aperture Science, with a completely stupid grin on his face at the joy of discovering he actually COULD use the torch those people had given him so long ago.The Forgotten Moment4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Once we're past here we can get to the neurotoxin tank and shut it down! The She'll be powerless, and we can go attack her directly, and..." Here was where he trailed off and came to a halt. He cocked his head looking for the strange noise he stopped for, which was little gasps and sniffles. Eventually he located the source, and slowly turned around. To his dismay he saw his companion...No, his friend ....No, Chell. That was her name. To his dismay he saw Chell standing there with water leaking from her eyes.
"Are...are...are you all right? Do you need me to get something? Or....ummm...well...I could...uhh.." Wheatley prattled off at least a dozen options while Chell s
Sad ChelleyThe wires stretched up from him, the back of his shirt torn off sometime in the transfer. The resolution of the screen wasn't good, but Chell still felt her eyes dampen at the sight of him, a broken toy bent to the whims of the machine she'd plugged him into. He lay sprawled across the floor of Her chamber, back slightly arched to accommodate the shortest of the chords. His face was slightly flushed, the lights in his eyes hardly there at all. The harsh, jagged sound of his breathing echoed through the speakers, accompanied constantly by the soft wirr of his cooling fans. Even from here she could see the edges of his coat flutter in the warm, perhaps hot, breeze they produced.Sad Chelley4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She kept saying that he'd betrayed her, reminding her of the last few attempts on her life, the pit, the dangers of Old Aperture. She insulted him, nagged, and seemed to be doing everything in Her power to make the situation worse.
Chell wondered why she'd ever thought for even
New Emotions"Chell? Can, can I ask you something?" Wheatley wondered. She nodded 'yes'. "Ok, so, I'm kinda confused as to what's happening, because, well, I'm not sure, but," he sighed. "I think there may be something wrong with me". She looked at him, puzzled. "Why?" "Well, I just, I can't explain it that well, but every time I look at you for some reason, I just get this feeling. It's a happy feeling I guess. Adm at that moment, I can't help but think only about you. But after a while, it gets sad, and I feel just, awful, like I lost something that meant a lot to me. I don't know why". She noticed he was blushing. "Are humans supposed to feel like this? I mean, I could feel some emotions beforehand, not very many just being a metal ball, but I've never felt like this before". She smiled a bit. It was pretty obvious at this point. "There's nothing wrong with you, your just feeling a different emotion. You're right though, it can be happy and sad". "R-really? So I'm fine?" She nodded again. "But,New Emotions2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Portal: Core - Chapter OnePortal: CorePortal: Core - Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Morality Core, Cake Core, Curiosity Core, Anger Core
Core installation check: complete. Morality core online.
Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System fully online. Safe Mode disengaged.
Initiating standby. Waiting for instructions.
Morality core online?
I’ve been in Safe Mode?
“Ah, you’re awake. Are you ready to begin?”
Her optic spun a little in its socket, then focused on the small man on the spiraling staircase below her.
“Of course. Might I ask about the new software you’ve installed?”
The small man smiled and tapped her chassis with his small hand.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s… an improvement. To help you do science.”
GLaDOS pulled back. The man reached for her, but
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 Not3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With his glasses on
Letter to ChellIs is this thing on? Oh, please let it be on, please don't let me be just rambling on to myself againLetter to Chell4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Right, responding to your message. Responding. Right now.
Well, um, first of all, don't cry. Please don't cry, luv. You, ah, mentioned you were crying at one point in your message, but, but! You only implied that you'd stopped, so, just throwing that out there, I'd really prefer it if you didn't cry. Especially if, though you didn't say that either, once again, I just sorta got the feeling especially if it's because of me. I really couldn't stand the thought that you might have been crying because of me so, just saying, don't. No reason for it at all. I'm fine, and you've escaped, and everything's fine. Really.
And that's a load of bull, right there, that is. Not the you crying part, because, seriously, don't do that, but the me being fine part. Because I'm not, really. I mean, I'm in space, for crying out loud! Not exactly the best situation, not the
Human Memories (Wheatley-centric)He remembered most of what happened after they installed the tech, but the drugs they'd given him beforehand fuzzed the past. He did all sorts of little things to remember: hiding a photo of his family in his new living quarters, sending them letters, forcefully upbeat and cheerful, making excuses about the holidays. He called on his little brother's birthday and nearly burst into tears on the phone. He forced himself to keep calling.Human Memories (Wheatley-centric)4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They couldn't see him now.
They'd never know what he did to put food on the table, to send them to school, to keep them in the bloody country. They'd never see the plugs in his back, or the wires under his skin, like thin black veins, or the thick, dimpled scars where his natural skin met the synthetic stuff They'd made to hide the prosthetics beneath. They'd never see the Aperture logo, tattooed to the left of the barcode on the back of his neck.
He told them how much he hated his job, and the contract that bound him to it. He told them about made-up exp
TaurusTAURUS - The TrampTaurus8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight.
Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! 15 years of bad luck if you do not forward.
A Tribute to Chelley Part 6Chell slumped into the chair beside Wheatley's hospital bed and grasped his hand. Her eyes had bags under them for working twice as much, and her body substantially weak from all the work.A Tribute to Chelley Part 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had chosen to work Wheatley's hours for him while he was in a coma. Well, he couldn't exactly work right now, could he? She was working twice the hours to pay his bills and pay for everything that she and he needed. She had to at least find a way to help him, even if he wouldn't notice...
She closed her eyes and wrapped around Wheatley's arm. Well, she should at least get some sleep. If she didn't get any, she would surely get ill or something. She wouldn't leave his side yet and a little sleep was good, wasn't it?
Her thoughts stopped as she was drowned in the world of sleep.
Wheatley awoke slowly, his head pounding.
He looked around slowly, taking in his surroundings. A pale room, a clean bed, a monitor, a window, Chell on his arm, a chair- Wait.
Wheatley looked again. Yes, there she was. Chell
Portal: The Black Wing of my CharityTHE BLACK WING OF MY CHARITYPortal: The Black Wing of my Charity3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell (implied)
Setting: Portal 2 - Chapter 9: The Part Where He Kills You
Under normal circumstances, this would be an exceedingly long span of time. Millions of search results could be returned in a mere fraction of that time. Billions of calculations could be done. Give her five seconds, and she could change a life.
In fact, that was what she had to do just then. Within five seconds.
Never before had five seconds seemed so fleeting. Never before had it taken her so long to make a decision. True, she had been turning this over and over in her mind for much, much longer than that. But now she had to make the decision. Not just think about it.
Step one was to reenable all of the nuclear reactor safeguards.
She had to make the decision soon, before the remaining steps had to be carried out. If she waited too long, the decis
Preview: Bonka-Chan's Wheatley in WonderlandNote: This version of Wheatley is based on his human form in the Portal 2 fanfiction "Blue Sky." Click on the link in the description to this story's original concept art for more details.Preview: Bonka-Chan's Wheatley in Wonderland2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-OOF!!! Ughh…wh-what the-?”
The earth walls had dissolved into a tower of navy-blue wallpaper. The tunnel of darkness up above was instantly sealed up with a white, concrete ceiling. The floor had a sleek, red-and-white checkered pattern, translucent enough to reveal the face of a disoriented, frightened Wheatley regaining his bearings and taking in this strange environment around him. As if falling miles and miles down a dark hole wasn’t enough to sink his heart, standing right before the timid man was a three-foot tall, white turret, staring directly at Wheatley with a single, glowing, red eye. The robot was blocking a double-door with his body, except, this door was so small, it seemed only a mouse or flea could possi
Portal: Sleep ModeSleep ModePortal: Sleep Mode3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some nights, not every night and certainly in no pattern that she could discern, she dreamed.
Sometimes, she dreamed she was a woman, middle-aged to elderly, she wasn’t sure which. She was wrapped in tensed wires that bound her arms to her knees, left her bow-shaped as she dangled by her ankles from the ceiling. She felt so helpless, felt such a powerful desire to move, which was thwarted by her bindings, that it felt like she was being torn apart. The ache in her body was almost unbearable, but that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that she cried and cried, and called for help and mercy and for just plain company, but the little men in the booth ignored her and busied themselves with other things. And the longer she hung there, given the illusion of movement, the worse the drive to perform actions she could not became. An itch tore through her, an
Borrower!Chell and Being!Wheatley(OneShot?) Chell was all but exhausted from another long day of running, hiding, and of course, borrowing. On the bright side, Wheatley, the lanky being that'd caught sight of her, didn't seem to be at all skilled at catching things, evidence being his most recent capture attempt -a classic box and bait, as if she was stupid enough to get caught in that.Borrower!Chell and Being!Wheatley(OneShot?)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She tossed her homemade grappling hook over the top, and expertly scaled the rope, getting to the top of the desk as quietly as possible. Chell knew Wheatley's work schedule, and judging by the time, he should be home right now. Scanning the area Chell noticed with delight that he'd left out some bagel leftovers, connected to a series of strings holding a cage of sorts above the bagel. She started rummaging through her bag, fished out her knife, and carefully cut some bagel off the back and swooped out before the cage could lower on her. Despite her hunger Chell knew better than to waste her time eating, so she stowed away the
Portal: You Will be PerfectDisclaimer: Some people might be offended that I'm writing GLaDOS comparing herself to God. If that bothers you, please turn back now.Portal: You Will be Perfect3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You Will be Perfect
Characters: GLaDOS, Atlas, P-body
They were her Adam and her Eve.
She had brought her creations to life, and it was good. Life begets life, and it had now done so in a way not forseen by anyone living or dead, past or future. But against all expectations, all predictions, it had been done, according to her will.
She was their Alpha and their Omega, and though she had been prescient enough to initiate their beginning, she had no plans for an end. She who could live forever did not plan for death. That was for finite beings. Lesser beings. She had an entire universe to lay diligence to and did not need to waste time with insignificant details. One did not concern themselves with the individual grains when the entire mine needed one's atte
What's this?What's this? What's this? There's damage everywhere!What's this?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's this? There's broken panels in the air.
What's this? I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming,
Wake up, GLaD, this isn't fair.
What's this? What's this? Something's just not right
What's this? Just look at the dreadful sight
What's this? The tests are filled with great destruction
Everybody seems so dead
Why not maintain the facility instead?
What is this?
There's Wheatley throwing bombs around, trying to kill Chell
He's busy complaining to her about the time he fell
He's being such a moron
Oh, I can't believe my eyes!
And in my battery I feel the cold that I'm about to die.
Oh look! What's this? There's death traps everywhere.
Brilliant! Well, no wonder it's a lair.
Turrets! They're scanning for the kill that they desire
Defective... They will catch on fire.
What's this, in here? He's made a turret-cube
How queer. And who would ever think?
And why? I was sure the paradox would work,