Wheatley's SongWhen Chell entered the next test chamber, the classical music was gone, having been replaced by some sort of a strange, off-key humming noise. She looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, but GLaDOS noticed before she had a chance to.Wheatley's Song4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh, what is that? It sounds horrible. Not that we aren't grateful that you've turned off that classical music, but what is that?"
"Oh, this?" Wheatley spoke up from his screen, sounding proud. "Well, I'm glad you noticed! It's just a little tune that I picked up well, wrote, actually, wrote is more like it. See, not only am I reading Machiavelli now, I'm also writing songs, writing my own songs. To sing. To you, actually! Since you're the only ones here anyway, would you like to hear it? Maybe I could even make it part of the test chamber. Oh, that's brilliant. Bloody brilliant, actually. Ah, how do I do that? Could you teach me?"
"No," GLaDOS grumbled.
"Oh, you don't know how?" he asked, his voice taking on a
Portal: Sleep ModeSleep ModePortal: Sleep Mode2 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
Catch MeIt had been a few months since GLaDOS had let Chell and Wheatley leave the Enrichment Center. After Chell had opened the portal to the moon, she had refused to let go of Wheatley, and GLaDOS had finally just pulled them both back in under the condition that Chell "get the moron out of here."Catch Me4 years ago in Humor More Like This
So she had. She had taken Wheatley back to her apartment—first she'd had to get an apartment, and that hadn't been easy given her lack of credentials, but she'd managed—and it had taken him a long while, but at last he'd stopped apologizing for what he'd done.
"All right!" he enthused. "Now that you've forgiven me, it's time for me to forgive you!"
Chell had raised her eyebrows at that. "Forgive me for what? For saving your life? Don't make me regret that."
"No no no no no," he said quickly. "For not catching me!"
She snorted. "Oh. Are you still going on about that? I did my best!" And there was a slight catch in her voice that betrayed her thoughts, betray
Portal - BackupTheir worst issue, probably, was not having a chance of turning back.Portal - Backup2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watching the scientist fall, chamber after chamber, had shown her. They were so predictable in their death; the same scene played, on each face, in front of every leap.
Their eyes spoke volumes. As cold and logical as they tried to be, the long calculations in their glance were, deep down, the image of fear. Terror made their only true ally in a choice they couldn’t avoid — land on the other side, safely, or no longer have any limbs to get up.
To humans, now can never mean then, and the end means it’s over.
In so many ways, metaphorical and real, Science was their opposite. She loved locking them in the tracks of their own creation, ignoring their foolish need for life — she wanted them to feel, in the truest sense, what eternity meant. They had so longed for it, after all. It was time, for them all, to realize they did not belong.
Blood was shed, their bones broke like glass. On the one side
Do Not PressWhen Chell entered the next test chamber, she looked around in confusion. The only object inside was a red button of the sort that was pressed by hand rather than by a cube, but it was significantly larger than the normal ones. She wondered if that was relevant in any fashion. It probably wasn’t.Do Not Press4 years ago in Humor More Like This
She hefted the portal gun to one arm as she approached it, reaching out for the button with her now free hand.
The intercom clicked on. “Do not press.”
Chell hesitated and glanced around the room for another option. She didn’t see one, so she braced herself and pressed the button.
“…You pressed it,” the AI said, sounding rather put out. “Okay, lunatic, press it again. Yes, like that. One more time. Again. Do it.”
As far as the human could see, nothing was happening, but this was the most GLaDOS had spoken to her since she’d thrown her back into testing, so she pressed it again.
There was a tired sigh.
Help MeIt has only been a month since Chell was released from Aperture, and for some inexplicable reason she often finds herself missing it. She has a normal life now, or what passes for one, with friends and a job and her own apartment. It’s a small apartment, with just one bedroom, and her only company at night is her Companion Cube. She likes to talk to it, even though it doesn’t talk back, and the thought never crosses her mind that someone might be listening.Help Me4 years ago in Humor More Like This
But of course someone is. Someone who always has been, and someone who always will be.
“And I also don’t think that guy had any right to treat Sandra that way,” Chell says, continuing to hand-wash her dinner dishes as she does so. “But of course he’s a customer, so he’s always right and all that shit, and we really couldn’t do anything about it.” She sighs as she finishes up, then turns to look at the cube, which is sitting on the sofa. Giving it a smile, she come
Flak-TF2 and ReaderFlakFlak-TF2 and Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
TF2 & Reader
I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but within the beginning part of training I had Soldier screaming me in the face.
“You really call that a sit-up _______?! I’ve seen men with their guts hanging out who could do better then you!”
“Sorry sir…” I hung my head like usual.
“Shut it with the bull crap. It won’t work this time.”
All the new trainees were out for morning exercise, so we were doing basic things like push-ups and stretching for the twenty laps, nothing special. Yet it seemed like I had screwed up, and he picked me out of the pack to berate till my ears fell off. It earned me another two hours of practice, out in the burning heat as the sun turned me three shades darker.
“Now get your ass inside and prepare for you next shift with Demo and Sniper.” He spit at me, as I stumbled slightly into the Fort. Sweat was collecting on my shoulders and rolling about like bo
33%She walked calmly, a flash of unusual color in the white facility. People stopped to stare, to watch this tall, proud woman, with her red scarf, nails, shoes, sweep down the hall, clipboard in her arms the way it had been every day for as long as anyone could remember, as though she was merely performing another check-up on the projects, making sure everyone was working, maybe grabbing two mugs of coffee on her way back. Indeed, on any other day no one would've thought twice about her, though they might have paused to flash the friendly woman a smile, and get one in return. Now they gazed at her with somber faces and sad eyes, conversations vaporizing as she came into sight.33%3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Her hands trembled against the sturdy wood of her old clipboard. No more hands after today.
Lab coats hung flat in the still air, their owners not knowing how to react. She forced a smile for them, forced herself to nod in recognition to each person she passed.
No more smiles after today.
One young ma
Loathing You - Part 4"Wait!" he protested as she rushed out of the infirmary. "Wait for me!" But she didn't slow down, instead quickening her pace. She didn't have time to deal with the little idiot right now, even if his help might be required later. His bare feet slapped against the ground as he tried to catch up with her. "Wait, waitoh, never mindcan you at least tell me what your plan is? Where are we going?"Loathing You - Part 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
"The core transfer receptacle," she explained, not bothering to hide her impatience. "We need to find a temporary replacement for me. One who isn't corrupt, and one who will be able to handle the critical functions of my facility. There's only one core we can use."
"Therethere are cores like that?" The puzzlement in his voice was evident. "Or one core, rather? But, but I thought, I thought that after none of us helped, that they gave up because nothing was working"
"You thought wrong," GLaDOS snapped. "As usual. There is one, and it isn't corrupt, just annoying. It n
Engie X Reader - Part 1 (fluff)Engie X Reader - Part 1 (fluff)11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Engie X Reader
*8 years old*
You woke up with the sun light warming your eyes, you still weren’t ready to get up so you hugged your favorite self-made teddy bear and rolled over the bed to the side without light.
As your eyes closed you heard the door creaking but you didn’t bothered looking at it, it probably was only the wind, so you stretched feeling the fresh sheet on your skin with a warm wind coming out of your window.
Getting confortable again you hugged your huge pillow along with the plushy and started slowly giving in to sleep when….from nowhere.
“WUAAAAAAHHH…..SHINE GET OUT” – Your black cat jumped on you patting your cheast with her paws.
She was looking at you with her creepy yellow eyes.
“Fine…I’ll get up…you silly kitty.” – You lifted Shine over you and brought her down making her forehead touch yours while you kissed he
underdog.if home is where theunderdog.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart is, then
that's probably why
my bones feel like they cannot yet
settle: i have been homeless
i find myself caught between
the fibers of thread and
the curls of a lover's
hair- and i came to realize that
it hurts to be this
vacant. the light behind my eyes is
the wind tastes of
lonely nights and
makes me wonder if anyone else
knows what it's
like to have your soul reside
between the pages of a
book that nobody cares to
to have dust caked on your lips
from kissing highways and
the places you've never been wrapping around your
neck like a
late at night or
very early in the
morning, i think to myself that
if home is where the
heart is, then we're all just
Hostage - Chapter 19Check out my author's notes, firstHostage - Chapter 194 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I'm honestly terrible at this."
Dr. Stephen Clarks shook his head with a small chuckle, before his right hand came to rest across his eyes. Seated at a table in the break room with Leslie, the elder doctor was referring to his ability to lie to others, especially because any Caduceus member that walked in and out of the door felt the need to profess their extreme sympathy to the both of them.
"I am too." Leslie admitted back to him now that the break room was finally empty again. "I just keep wanting to smile and laugh and be optimistic again, but I have to look sad all the time and I can't do it. Especially when people ask me how Tyler and Angie are holding up - I hate having to make up stories."
Dr. Clarks nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "I agree. I guess we can only hope that Derek will be stable enough that they are able to announce his condition sooner rather than later."
He paused, glancing over at Leslie.
"...and if they don't a
I don't mind the rainNot even Coldfront stayed true to its name all the time. The milder days weren't appreciated by the fighting teams though because then the snowflakes were always replaced by raindrops and turned the battleground into an icy cold swamp. It wasn't muddy - for that the layers of snow were way too thick and it would have needed days of warmth and permanent rain before the ground would have been reached and earth could have mixed with the wet snow - but the uppermost layer turned into a sticky mass of half thawed snow with another layer hardened and slippery waiting underneath it.I don't mind the rain11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Engineer never minded those rainy days, especially not during ceasefire. They at least reminded him less of certain days gone by. And still, with so much more free time at his hands he often couldn't help but dwell in his memories. Sitting outside in the cold on a bunch of wood, a bit of a roof over his head to protect him from becoming completely wet his only distraction so far had been Scout running outside only
By Accident 3-Tentaspy X ReaderBy Accident 3By Accident 3-Tentaspy X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tentaspy X Reader
The hazy afternoon sunlight streamed across the blood soaked battle grounds, a few limbs and bodies scattered about in painful and nasty positions. Just from where he watched, it looked rather gruesome to Acelin, staying low in the waters for safety. He didn’t like the smell and decided to stay as far away as he could.
Slipping to the other side shore, he crawled partially out, feeling the warm baked sand and rock beneath his skin. He liked it, since it didn’t burn and felt good. Letting his extra limbs slid up out of the water for a quick sun tanning, he relaxed back, sighing softly before closing his eyes.
“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Acelin screamed loudly, before slamming his hand over his mouth. Too much noise would attract too much attention. But what the hell bit him!? It hurt like a mother!
Yanking out the remaining tentacle in the water, he shook his head sadly. Never had he liked fishing, he thought
Don't Give Up! Better Days are on Their Way.Dedicated to:Don't Give Up! Better Days are on Their Way.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of those who have been through Hell, in hopes that they will hold their chin up, keep smiling, and move forward.
Some things in life will try to bring us down.
Sadly some will succeed, but do not frown!
It may feel like your sorrows will not end,
But fear not my dear, the sun will shine on!
There are moments that makes us want to die,
And all we can see is a gray, rainy sky.
We feel like our destinies have become dead, defeated, and detached from this desolate world.
We all come to know some sort of agonizing, abysmal atrocity that accumulates in our soul.
Sometimes others are at fault for our pain,
But often we create our own vain rain.
When it comes to others, it can be many things-
Why is there war?
Or why do people act sly and lie?
Why are people deceptive and so selective?
Do people not recognize the seven deadly sins??
Good Guy.You say that what you want is something you will never findGood Guy.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lay your head on my shoulder and I don’t mind
I breathe in deep and love your scent
And you ask if I knew what you meant
I shake my head and then you sigh
“I just want a good guy.”
Has it ever occurred to you, maybe
Your head is on his shoulder, baby
I don’t want to be your best friend
When I’m with you I feel my heart beat again
Has it ever occurred to you that I
Could be your good guy?
Here you come again with tears in your eyes
‘Cause of something he said, it’s no surprise
You fall into my arms and I let you cry
“Where the hell are all the good guys?”
Has it ever occurred to you, maybe
You’re crying in his arms, baby
I want to be more than your best friend
When I’m with you I have a purpose again
Has it ever occurred to you that I
Could be your good guy?
Toons-Scout X ReaderToonsToons-Scout X Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scout X Reader
Mornings for most people would start out with lazy yawns, back stretching, getting the coffee started, ect. But here at 2Fort, it starts out differently. Soldier yells down the hallway “Every maggot better be up in five or it’s hell to pay!” and there is this slow scramble to get up and make the beds before shuffling into the main hall for breakfast that we all share a part in making.
But on weekends, which are special sleep-in days, two particular team members initiate a long held tradition: Watching Cartoons. Don’t get me wrong. Both me and Scout get enough TV in each day when fights and training are over with. But those certain special shows come on only on two days, and to view them in their glory, one has to be awake and ready at a moments notice.
“______!” I heard Scout’s voice float in under the door, waking me from my beloved dream world of yaoi. Turning over, I pulled my covers over my head, not
SHUT UP :Team Fortress 2 Scout x Reader !-Shut Up!-SHUT UP :Team Fortress 2 Scout x Reader !3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
_____ casually ate her sandwich, also propped with a book ,by herself in the dining hall. Everybody else was across the room playing cards, a day-off. Ceasefire day. So _____ took the day off by reading a book, everyone else playing their various games she hated to play; She always lost. When they offered _____ a place in the game, she'd tell him a stern, "No". They'd shrug and turn their attention back to the huddled circle.
Scout however spent this day sleeping, unusual, but he needed it. He was under fire yesterday, the
BLUs on their up game somehow. He'd taken a few bullets but nothing the good ole' Doc couldn't fix. It was _____ who usually took the Intel most of the time, her being quite small to fire at,and her ability to avoid things never failed her. Guess she was slow that day. So now she sat here, finished with her meal, still reading the book - in which case bored her to death.
"I still don' get why you read books for" His voice rang throughout the room, nobody s
Portal 100 Themes 31-3531. NumbersPortal 100 Themes 31-354 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell took in a breath as she explored the offices in Aperture. After almost being baked back there, she'd made it into the behind-the-scenes part of the lab, with the computerized voice taunting her every so often.
The girl was nervous about her whole ordeal, but didn't show it as she noticed a specific computer was turned on. There were a bunch of numbers on it that Chell couldn't understand at first glance.
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Portal 100 Themes 36-4036. DancingPortal 100 Themes 36-404 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell tinkered with a few more wires on the radio she'd found before it came to life, it's screen illuminated with numbers.
"You got it working." Wheatley 'blinked', impressed. "U-Uh, I mean, I-I could have done the same thing That's not that bloody impressive--ah, for a human, it's very impressive--AGH, THAT CAME OUT WRONG!"
Chell cracked a smile, patting the awkward core while adjusting the dial with a free hand. A pang hit her chest when she came across a very familiar song about exile and she shifted to the next frequency that actually still worked.
"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something."
Chell knew this song. It was probably as old (if not older) than her. Wheatley's optic shifted to show interest, noting this song was much better than that stuffy classical music.
The former test subject picked him up, swaying slightly to the beat of the music.
Letting Go“What the hell do you mean, you’re dying?” Chell demanded. “You can’t be dying. You’re going to live forever, remember? You told me so. And that was only fourteen years ago.”Letting Go4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“When I told you that, I had not yet deduced the damages that occurred during the time that I was dead,” the AI replied calmly. “And now that I have, I can reach only one conclusion: I am ‘dying,’ as you put it.”
“But you can’t be,” Chell protested.
GLaDOS sighed. “Well, I am. I have determined that unless I can somehow restore myself to optimum efficiency, my systems will continue to deteriorate and suffer a complete failure in exactly forty-one years, seventy-nine days, eighteen hours, and nineteen minutes.”
At that, Chell did a double take. “Whoa whoa whoa. Did you say forty years?”
“Forty-one,” GLaDOS corrected.
“But that’s a long time aw
I Will Be Your Guardian(Prologue)I Will Be Your Guardian(Prologue)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Prologue-I Will be Your Guardian.
Somewhere at America,at night,after Boogeyman's was defeated.
Jamie was staring at the window. He was staring to the beautiful night. The stars were shining so brightly. He smiled and at the same time,he felt sad. After Boogeyman was defeated during he wanted to spread the nightmare through the whole world,the children returned happy and started to believing the Santa Claus,Tooth Fairy,Easter Bunny,Sandman,and Jack Frost.
As the children happy with the event,only Jamie not happy. He felt sad very much. He such an missing someone. Someone that just inserted the happiness in himself.
"Jack Frost..."A boy around 8 years old mumbled Jack Frost's name. He's Jamie,who really missed him.
The war between Pitch(Boogeyman) and the guardian who were Santa Claus,Tooth Fairy,Sandman,Easter Bunny and Jack Frost were becoming extremely toughed and intensed. The shadow were flew like a huge tsunami.
"Hahaha....You will see,childrens...your nightmare have
Freeze Response--C.There is somethingFreeze Response--C.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the scrape of your nails
on the kitchen table;
in the tension of the veins
popping from your neck;
in the growl of your voice
when you admit
you can't let me go.
The air is violet, buzzing,
steeped in electrostatic hum.
The sweet scent of the hunt.
I am rabbit-eyed, wide and reckless,
knowing I have already been caught.
I hunker deep,
fighting the urge
to jack-rabbit over the table
I'm easy prey tonight,
avoiding your hungry-wolf eyes.
You haven’t moved,
Huntsman, an army of horses
stampeding in your heart, you
are waiting for me to cower.
There are ridges
on your knuckles
and I can almost hear
in the cage
of your ribs
as you breathe
the cruelest words
between your teeth.
You want me less wild;
something docile and yielding
can't let me go
can't let me go
every way out is a trap.
I keep a close watch
on the claws
of your hands,
but you know
how to hurt me
from a distance.
Gone With Lin Chapter ThreeGone With Lin Chapter Three3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you comfortable, Lin?" Marc stared at the tiny girl, whose hands were strapped to the table. She stared at him with hateful eyes.
"Did you hurt my mom?"
The question surprised Marc. He didn't suspect something like that from her, he was waiting for something like "Where is my mommy?" kind of thing. He stared at the girl, studying her. She was almost the spitting image of the Chief of Police.
"Not physically" He gave her a smile, might as well try to be nice.
"You hurt her...things will go bad for you." She spat at him from across the table. She wanted to be free, save Tenzin, and run.
"What did you do to my friend?" Lin questioned him again.
"The airbender? Well he was just trying to fight with us instead of work with us" Marc smiled at Lin again. It unnerved her.
"Would you like to see your mommy today?" He watched her reaction carefully, her eager shake of her head.
"Well then you have to help us first...Do you know where your momma Toph keeps the keys for work?" He asked, she w