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16. Run Free
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"Just go."
Chell was surprised it wasn't a trap and GLaDOS had kept her word on letting her go. Plus she was now reunited with her faithful companion cube. She was free…
The first thing Chell had come to mind when her brain had finally wrapped itself around the idea was to remove the damned boots. She hadn't seen her toes in a long time and was reminded of when she had those braces that were attached to her.
All that remained of them now were the little ports in her legs that were melded to her bones with slight scars around the foreign objects. Besides the remains of the Aperture technology embedded in her legs, Chell was truly free.
She grinned as she ran through the wheat field barefoot, the feeling of the sun-soaked soil against the soles of her feet a welcome change to Aperture's cold plating.
In the first time in what seemed like forever, Chell's voice surfaced. "I'M FREE!", she shouted at the sky, as if the words would reach past them to the only person she really wished knew that.
17. Where are the Crackers?
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Chell's stomach growled in protest as she raided the pantry of a long-abandoned house with Wheatley watching from the countertop of the kitchen.
The personality core internally frowned, well aware Chell hadn't found much food that hadn't spoiled, aside from cans.
The girl herself blinked when she found a sealed box of crackers. "I don't think these expire quickly…" She mumbled to herself as she added a can of soup to her findings. "Crackers and soup sounds good about now…"
Wheatley felt a little relieved as Chell used the resources of the kitchen to heat her soup and treat herself to a meal.
"Oh good, your stomach will stop sending out distress signals…" The robot mumbled, before realizing how she could take that. "T-that wasn't a fat joke! Y-you're at the perfect weight- Actually, maybe a little underweight- I mean…. Ugggh…" The core rambled, leading Chell to chuckle slightly as she moved him to the ground.
Next, she placed her meal onto of her makeshift table (her Companion Cube since the dining table seemed smashed to pieces for some odd reason) and she ate in comfortable silence next to the little robot. He stopped his chatter after a bit, watching her with a bit of fascination.
At least she didn't seem mad at him.
18. Life
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Chell had long ago found out she wasn't the last human alive but she was too accustomed to attachments to objects and robots, which was why she had picked Wheatley in the end.
Time would pass, as GLaDOS would say, for Chell's "Short, sad life". Which wasn't as sad or short as she claimed.
Never once did Wheatley stop telling Chell she looked lovely to him, even as her hair slowly changed color, as her skin become a bit looser, as small wrinkles threatened her features. Those were only physical changes and Wheatley was very much still fond of the human for her personality and company.
There was never a moment that they didn't want to share as they experienced life together in that world outside of Aperture.
It might have been much more meaningful than living forever like GLaDOS's case.
19. R is for Revenge
Revenge was GLaDOS's favorite word now.
Oh, she'd never originally wanted revenge when Chell had torn her to pieces, incinerated them, and basically murdered the A.I, but getting in touch with Caroline in that little Potato-battery body and listening to Cave Johnson had brought the word to a higher status in her vocabulary.
Originally she'd been above it for science but the moron was neither a test subject, nor as forgivable as Test Subject #1, who hadn't completely ruined her facility in the matter of time that Wheatley had.
Besides, it was something she and the test subject, or so the A.I thought, both had in common: Love for Revenge.
20. Burning
Chell was past feeling hot. The heat inside the incinerator GLaDOS had dropped her in was over any comfortable level as the test subject walked over slim boards to progress through.
She witnessed weighted Storage Cubes and Companion Cubes alike fall into the magma-like substance below her, with the occasional turret joining them. The world around her was burning, and Chell briefly wondered if this was Hell.
She wouldn't put it past life to screw her over and place her in the Android Hell that GLaDOS had warned her about back when Chell thought she was a prerecorded message.
Then again, Chell was 98% positive she wasn't an android and last time she checked, she hadn't died.
Yet.
Luckily for her the ASHPD was close by. The jumpsuit-clad girl felt complete with the portal gun in her hold again.
Now to escape Hell and maybe Her
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"Just go."
Chell was surprised it wasn't a trap and GLaDOS had kept her word on letting her go. Plus she was now reunited with her faithful companion cube. She was free…
The first thing Chell had come to mind when her brain had finally wrapped itself around the idea was to remove the damned boots. She hadn't seen her toes in a long time and was reminded of when she had those braces that were attached to her.
All that remained of them now were the little ports in her legs that were melded to her bones with slight scars around the foreign objects. Besides the remains of the Aperture technology embedded in her legs, Chell was truly free.
She grinned as she ran through the wheat field barefoot, the feeling of the sun-soaked soil against the soles of her feet a welcome change to Aperture's cold plating.
In the first time in what seemed like forever, Chell's voice surfaced. "I'M FREE!", she shouted at the sky, as if the words would reach past them to the only person she really wished knew that.
17. Where are the Crackers?
---
Chell's stomach growled in protest as she raided the pantry of a long-abandoned house with Wheatley watching from the countertop of the kitchen.
The personality core internally frowned, well aware Chell hadn't found much food that hadn't spoiled, aside from cans.
The girl herself blinked when she found a sealed box of crackers. "I don't think these expire quickly…" She mumbled to herself as she added a can of soup to her findings. "Crackers and soup sounds good about now…"
Wheatley felt a little relieved as Chell used the resources of the kitchen to heat her soup and treat herself to a meal.
"Oh good, your stomach will stop sending out distress signals…" The robot mumbled, before realizing how she could take that. "T-that wasn't a fat joke! Y-you're at the perfect weight- Actually, maybe a little underweight- I mean…. Ugggh…" The core rambled, leading Chell to chuckle slightly as she moved him to the ground.
Next, she placed her meal onto of her makeshift table (her Companion Cube since the dining table seemed smashed to pieces for some odd reason) and she ate in comfortable silence next to the little robot. He stopped his chatter after a bit, watching her with a bit of fascination.
At least she didn't seem mad at him.
18. Life
---
Chell had long ago found out she wasn't the last human alive but she was too accustomed to attachments to objects and robots, which was why she had picked Wheatley in the end.
Time would pass, as GLaDOS would say, for Chell's "Short, sad life". Which wasn't as sad or short as she claimed.
Never once did Wheatley stop telling Chell she looked lovely to him, even as her hair slowly changed color, as her skin become a bit looser, as small wrinkles threatened her features. Those were only physical changes and Wheatley was very much still fond of the human for her personality and company.
There was never a moment that they didn't want to share as they experienced life together in that world outside of Aperture.
It might have been much more meaningful than living forever like GLaDOS's case.
19. R is for Revenge
Revenge was GLaDOS's favorite word now.
Oh, she'd never originally wanted revenge when Chell had torn her to pieces, incinerated them, and basically murdered the A.I, but getting in touch with Caroline in that little Potato-battery body and listening to Cave Johnson had brought the word to a higher status in her vocabulary.
Originally she'd been above it for science but the moron was neither a test subject, nor as forgivable as Test Subject #1, who hadn't completely ruined her facility in the matter of time that Wheatley had.
Besides, it was something she and the test subject, or so the A.I thought, both had in common: Love for Revenge.
20. Burning
Chell was past feeling hot. The heat inside the incinerator GLaDOS had dropped her in was over any comfortable level as the test subject walked over slim boards to progress through.
She witnessed weighted Storage Cubes and Companion Cubes alike fall into the magma-like substance below her, with the occasional turret joining them. The world around her was burning, and Chell briefly wondered if this was Hell.
She wouldn't put it past life to screw her over and place her in the Android Hell that GLaDOS had warned her about back when Chell thought she was a prerecorded message.
Then again, Chell was 98% positive she wasn't an android and last time she checked, she hadn't died.
Yet.
Luckily for her the ASHPD was close by. The jumpsuit-clad girl felt complete with the portal gun in her hold again.
Now to escape Hell and maybe Her
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100 portal themes. 1. NAMES
1. NAMES
"You don't need one."
The little blue core looked up to the big machine in front of him.
Her yellow bright eye was shifting as if she was constantly nervous.
"No, of course I don't, naturally, I knew that." he stuttered.
"And I wouldn't ask for one, but
"
GLaDOS looked at him bored.
"Then don't, it's not your job to ask for a name. You are just a core, you don't need a name. Besides, you have a serial number."
"Yes, I do, and it's a beautiful one! Obviously it's a very nice serial number. Love it, absolutely love it" the little core hasted to say. He looked around in the hope nobody would see. The only one looking was an
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It was a simple trap, yet brilliant in that simplicity: set up a series of aerial faith plates to catapult that wretched little girl and her stupid vegetable companion into a funnel, that would lead to a panel that would send them to a platform right in the middle of several spike-plates. Wheatley smirked proudly as he looked over his trap again, she would never see it coming. No matter how good a jumper she was that did bugger all if there wasn't any nearby ledges or portal surfaces to jump to.
It was a shame really, Chell was such a good test subject. Or at least she was. Now that she had found out a way to stop giving Wheatley the solutio
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"Good morning love."
GLaDOS turned her head towards the door where Doug stepped in.
"Good morning Sir." she replied.
"Ready for another day of fun-filled science?
"Always."
Doug climbed the steps to the walkway that led to GLaDOS and patted the AI on the head.
GLaDOS didn't like to be touched, as she repeatedly told the scientists, but she had kind of a soft spot for Doug.
Doug has always been friendly to her.
What's more, he was the only one that seemed to realize her learning capacity.
True, he kept asking her to keep it down a bit, but he ASKED, never ordered.
All the other scientists saw her as an object; Doug t
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This feels shorter than the last one, but it's still kind of cute at places...
Do I still need to disclaimer my alter!Caroline to my Cave Johnson, Rebeca, as my beta? Well, I'm gonna do it anyways! D<
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I've read 1-20 now and I love them all~!
Beautiful writing! :'D I can't wait to read more!
Beautiful writing! :'D I can't wait to read more!