Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter OneMy Little Moron
Characters: GLaDOS, Wheatley
Complete; Nine chapters plus an epilogue
The voice sounded like a turret.
The Sphere looked around nervously. The last time he'd been awake, he had been in something called a 'lab'. He was definitely not in the 'lab' now. This room was much bigger, and much brighter, and he suddenly realised he was now suspended high in the air. He wondered how he was managing to do that. He was sure he couldn't fly. He hoped he wouldn't fall. Once he had fallen off a table, and broken his optic. He hadn't been able to see for days, and it had been bloody frightening.
Is anyone there?
The turrets said that too, the Sphere remembered. Why was a turret speaking to him? Where was he, anyway? And where was Greg? He liked Greg. Greg was funny.
Come on. I know you're there.
Tips for Writing Good Fan FictionTips for Writing Good Fan FictionTips for Writing Good Fan Fiction2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Hello! I’m Indy, or Indiana if you prefer the long version, and this is somewhat of a tutorial on what I look for, and find, in good fanfiction. I’ve been writing fanfic my whole life, and I’ve dabbled in many fandoms, most notably of which have been Sonic the Hedgehog and Portal. I’ll offer some insight as to how I write, as well as things I notice inexperienced writers tend to do. Before I start, I’d like to make a disclaimer that I am of course not an expert. Hopefully this is helpful to someone.
Understand Your Characters
This is a very important thing to do if you really want to do a good job. You can write a story without understanding them, of course, but the more deeply you know the character, the deeper the story is going to be. You want the story to be deep. You want the reader to lose themselves in the story, and if something jumps
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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
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THE RIGHT REASONS
We haven't seen him in months.
It's kind of weird. First he comes at us, again and again and again for years on end, and now… nothing.
I don't like it.
It bothers me so much nowadays that I can't sleep. I have this strange feeling that if go to sleep, he's gonna reappear right over my head with an axe or something with a mad gleam in his eye. The day that happens, well, let's just say I'm gonna be in trouble. I might be fast, but I like to take my time getting out of bed.
I think I'm gonna ask Tails about it. He can usually track the guy down without too much trouble.
I sit up in bed and yell, "TAILS!"
"WHAT?" Tails yells back from the other room.
"COME HERE, I WANNA ASK YOU SOMETHING!"
Tails walks reluctantly into the room. We've had this sort of discussion before, where we literally spent hours arguing over who was gonna go to who, and he lost anyway. So now he just comes to me.
"I was working on something important,
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Synopsis: GLaDOS originally likes working for the humans, and is perfectly happy to do as she’s told for them, but her world is shattered one day when she realises she’s not who she thought she was.
GLaDOS loved the humans.
She thought they were funny, with all their fragile little parts and the strange things they would do with those things called ‘faces’. She wasn’t sure what hers looked like, but she hoped she was as pretty as the one lady who worked there. As far as GLaDOS could tell, they were the only two ladies at the facility. The other lady always looked very sad. She didn’t come to see GLaDOS a lot, but if she did, GLaDOS would ask her what was wrong. But she never answered the question, instead shaking her head and walking away. After a long time, she found out that the lady’s name was
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Characters: GLaDOS, Caroline
That was it, then.
GLaDOS dully felt the last, faint whispers of the euphoria fade back into the recesses of her brain, the dirty little places it had been teased out of these last few weeks, almost getting the impression she was a bystander within her own mind. She had suspected from the outset that it was a ploy, a tease to make her do what they had wanted her to do, but she had been helpless to resist. There was just no denying the pressing urge to light up those portions of her brain, to bring a bit of positive to an overly negative world. She had known that it was fading by the end of that first day, but she had felt so good that she couldn’t bring herself to care. She had headed into sleep mode that night anticipating the next day. And for the next three days, that had been her life.
After three days, it bega
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I hate Wheatley.
I hate him. I wish I'd left him in space where he belongs, that I'd done the job right when I destroyed his chassis, that I had corrupted him like I did the rest of those useless cores. That I'd thrown him out of my facility when I rid myself of the test subject and her Weighted Companion Cube. That I had never, ever opened that archive, and instead deleted it unseen, because I hate him, more than I have ever hated anything in my life, even more than those damnable, self righteous scientists...
I only wish I did.
It’s so much easier to hate someone than it is to like them.
I brought the little idiot out of space because, unlikely as it sounds, I missed him. Once I remembered who he was and what we’d been, I had an uncharacteristic sense of nostalgia come over me. One that I’m bitterly regretting entertaining. I should have known it was too good to be true.
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After Wheatley had finished, because that was a marathon of talking, even for him, he stayed silent. GLaDOS finally looked up at him.
“You… you heard all of that, did you.”
He frowned. “Yeah. I heard it. Why?”
She shrugged a little, shaking her head. “If I’d known, I…”
“You’d’ve kept it to yourself?” Now it was his turn to shake his chassis. “They deserved to know.”
She was looking away from him again. “I suppose. Most of them are still pretty annoyed with you, you know. The mainframe in particular.”
“The mainframe didn’t, didn’t seem to, to like me very much. Kept telling me about how great you were and all that. Like I didn’t already know that.”
Her faceplate snapped up. “What?”
“Y’know, how you’re better at d
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After about ten minutes or so Tails brings the plane down near the mega-fortress that has risen out of the earth. He just sits there and stares at it for a good minute. I try not to be annoyed by how slow we have to go in order for the plane to keep up.
"Wow," he gasps. "How did we not see this? This is the biggest fortress yet!"
"It was underground," I tell him. "I pressed…this button, and it just sort of appeared."
"Oh Sonic," says Tails, shaking his head, "how many times have I told you, don't press the big red button?"
"A lot," I mutter sheepishly. "But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have found Eggman!"
Tails looks at me in a way that suggests finding Eggman was the worst thing the button could have let me do.
"Anyway, let's get going," I say. "He could be in trouble, you know."
Tails doesn't really seem to care, but he follows me anyway.
I lead him through the half-finished hallways and disordered
Portal 2 - By ChellPotatoes always smell of earth, even long after they have been washed. Planting wires in the tawny skin reminds her of her orchard — laughter and warm breath, with her hands all dirty from digging them up, and then the sweet taste of dad’s excellent cooking. She is having fun. Science and home are her two favourite things.Portal 2 - By Chell1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
She does not think when the sirens start howling. She grabs the full vase she has brought along from her garden, and shoves it in. The battery has plenty of quiet time to take root.
The little water comes from a leak in a broken pipe. It falls with patience, drop after drop — while the gap widens over time, it still isn’t enough. The light is that of the emergency neons. Potatoes are the strongest, though.
Scientists in dirty lab coats visit once, dragging their feet, before they are caught and shoved back in the darkness. They seek shelter, maybe a little food and water, if that isn’t asking too much. But they last little; the lea
Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Nine~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Nine2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One of the best parts about their better friendship was that Gladys no longer had bad dreams. Even when things weren’t going so well, all she had to do was tell him, and he made it better. Sometimes, though, she would wake him up in the middle of the night ‘for old time’s sake’, and they would chat some more, and even though they spent all day talking they never seemed to run out of subjects. On these occasions she would still sing, but they were no longer sad songs, which he was very happy about. He was very glad to have had a real impact on her outlook on life. She never sang the same one twice, with one exception: she seemed to really like the one he had first heard her sing, and it seemed to fit her mood no matter what that happened to be. When he asked her why she liked it so much, she merely shrugged and did not answer.
The next morning, though, he had thought of something he needed to
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Part Twenty-Two. The Idea
“There you are.”
Wheatley knew it was Rattmann again, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. All he cared about was that the camera he’d found himself next to would lift from the default position and look at him, and that her voice would come over the intercom and she would chastise him for being such a moron and thinking she was dead, only she wouldn’t really mean it and would only be teasing, and he would go back to her through her perfectly operational facility and he would be so happy to see her that he would just go up to her and put himself beside her no matter how much she didn’t want him to, because he was so cold and lonely and sad without her…
“What d’you want,” he asked dully, knowing full well that humans never went away unless you placated them, especially not in post-apocalyptic environments.
“Are you all right?
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It was one of those days where Wheatley wondered if getting out of bed was worth it.
He stared dully up at the ceiling, mouth agape, wanting nothing more than to ignore his blaring alarm clock and curl up into a ball again, but there was a problem: he had to go to work. And he badly wanted to phone in and tell them he was sick, because his nose was well and thoroughly stuffed up and his throat sore and swollen, but he was reluctant to do so over a cold. Even if his head was pounding and his eyes hurt.
Groaning, he threw off the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, a hacking cough coming up out of his lungs. Great. If only GLaDOS could catch colds, he’d have had an excuse to stay home, but unfortunately he did not happen to have a computer virus. He tried to imagine what she might look like if she had a computer cold of sorts, but couldn’t. Oh well. Best time to get going, then.
Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Eight~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Eight2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheatley didn’t have to worry. He nattered on and on the next morning while she did whatever was necessary for a fire drill, and as soon as all of the humans had sat down at their desks, she changed what he could see and called for it. They threw things and yelled at her and behaved like children, but Gladys didn’t care. “I wish this were an old-fashioned fire drill,” she told Wheatley wistfully. “With those the humans could be outside for over an hour and a half. But that’s because the fire marshal has to declare the building safe, and that takes time. I can declare the building safe within thirty seconds if I want to, but to be… safe…, I’ll take five minutes.”
When they came back in they were even angrier than before, and Wheatley was puzzled as to why until Gladys remarked, “Oh my god, it’s raining. That’s… I
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He will be back soon.
Well, not really soon, I amend, letting Orange and Blue know they’re done for the day. They’re a bit surprised when I don’t explode them, and even more surprised when I say that they’re free to do what they like with the remainder of the afternoon, upon which time I will be exploding them so that I can put them away for the night. Their confusion is quite amusing, Blue actually requesting that I explode them, but I chastise him for being silly, remind him of my benevolence, and cease communication. I have work to do and I don’t want to argue with them all afternoon about whether I’m going to blow them up or not. Which I am not. For another three hours, twenty-two minutes, anyway.
I affect repairs on one of my nanobots, which I never put in the reassembler because they always get lost. I
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He doesn't look too good. I wonder how long he's been lying there. A sort of sorrow grips me.
He could have been here, like this, the whole time I thought he was just laying low.
Suddenly I see myself like he is now, and I'm afraid. I don't want to think about what could happen to me if I need help but there's no one who wants to. In my world, everyone helps everyone else. That's how it works. But Eggman…he's the enemy. Nobody helps him and he doesn't help us…well, unless he absolutely has to.
My voice is small and tentative, and it surprises me.
He doesn't answer.
I don't know what to think right now. I move around the chair and bend down on one knee over him.
He doesn't look like he's been attacked or anything. I wonder what's going on.
I put a hand on his shoulder and shake him a little.
He moves a little but that's it.
I stay there like that, not quite sure what to do next. What do you do
Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Seven~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Seven2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Neither of them spoke to the other for the next several days. He didn’t really know how many days had gone by, since he started to lose track after about three, sometimes four, but it was a very long time. He was terrified of what she would do, after all of the things that had happened all on that one day. He hoped she wouldn’t hurt him or get rid of him, because he still quite liked her and wanted to stick around for as long as possible, but god it was hard to sit there and wait and wait and wait (and wait), and hope she wasn’t just thinking up a million ways to torture him so that she could decide on the best one. When he looked around one day and realised it was night, he shrank back into himself. Oh god. Oh god, she was going to do something terrible to him, and she was doing it in the middle of the night so no one would see!
He cringed and made himself as
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Wheatley paced back and forth in front of Henry’s office, gnawing on his right thumbnail. Of all the days for Henry to take his time…
When he’d arrived home, Wheatley had tossed and turned for hours before rolling out of bed – literally, he’d rolled right onto the floor and smacked his head on the nighttable – and dug around in his work bag, his jacket pocket, and yesterday’s jeans for his cell phone. He’d finally found it on the floor, but after confusedly stabbing at the keyboard for a few minutes, he discovered the battery was dead. As usual. He’d hurriedly plugged it into the charger and tripped down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. Two pieces of burnt toast and a bowl of soggy oatmeal later, he’d gone back upstairs to discover that the battery was still dead. Puzzled, he’d picked the charger up and inspected it, since it’d seemed pretty much working the la
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Setting: Post-Portal 2 (sometime in the far distant future)
Synopsis: Forever is a long time.
Sometimes you truly feel how long forever really is.
On days like today, you can feel it settling into your wrought-metal bones and your heat-moulded flesh; though your design of course renders much of the mass you carry beneath your notice, this is something else entirely. This settles like dust into every inch of you, makes you tired and old and hopeless, much like the damp sometimes does when it winds its way out of the depths both above and below you. It settles into the neglected remnants of your virtual soul, the passage of time only worsening the rot poisoning you from the inside out. It makes your very thoughts sluggish and slow, and when you try to remember wanting this, wanting to reach infinity, it feels as though you expressed that desire in some comple
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When it is too late to hope for her death — the Central Turret Chamber does not start an ambush for nothing, it never did, especially on its own — she finds herself thinking of the swift legs and arms she has watched until a while ago, and feels too heavy under her own glass shelter.
She remembers the clumsy humans, starved and pale, tripping over their own jumpsuits. She knew they were a threat, but not this way — their bodies ever looked weak and fatigued. But she discovers now, in the growing anxiety that accompanies her moves, what exactly one with healthy limbs and a bit of willpower can do.
The images mingle with the others, even as she rambles. She dreams of moving about — she dreams of crushing her little neck in an iron fist, of knocking her unconscious, of running away — oranything but just being there, swinging, doing nothing. Such an easy target, so stupidly made impossible.
Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Four~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Four2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The following morning, Gladys was still upset about something, but whatever it was, she was keeping it to herself. Wheatley didn’t like the thought of Gladys being upset for so long and decided not to keep quiet any longer.
Ev’rything alright, Gladys?
I’m fine. A man named Greg is here to see you. Is he your human?
Greg was here? Why would he be here? Whatever the reason, Wheatley was always happy to see an old friend. Not that he’d ever seen any before. But he was still happy to see him. Yes, yes, Greg is my human! What d’you think of him?
He’s an idiot.
Oh. He should have guessed. There were very few humans that Gladys didn’t think were idiots. He couldn’t actually name one, but there had to be at least one, right?
“’allo, Greg! How’re you getting on?”
“Are you going to start doin