I stepped into the main chamber. In the old days, it would have appeared imposing and would be one of the places I would have wanted to run from. But now, now it was a place of security. The room of my friend GlaDOS. It sounds strange. GlaDOS as my friend. The egotistical robot that had tried to kill me several times already. Who repeatedly called me a lunatic. And fat. But she owes me something...
"Oh. It's YOU." I let the robots' snarky comment slide.
I glared. I pulled the battered notebook out of my bag.
YOU OWE ME SOMETHING. The black letters were scrawled across the page.
"Oh REALLY?" I nodded.
"And what is that?" the pen scratched against the paper, creating a dim echo in the empty space. I GOT TRAPPED EASILY. YOU OWE ME A TURKEY LEG.
"What? Oh... yes. Here. " a juicy, fat lump of meat descended from the blackness, suspended on a rope. I paused, and prepared to leap, narrowing my eyes, homing in on my target. 3. 2. 1. POUNCE! My arms strengths toward the turkey, gripping it as if it would kill me to let it go. I looked down and realized it would. GlaDOS had replaced the panel beneath me with acid. I turned to the robotic monstrosity and stuck my bottom lip out.
"Don't do that. It doesn't help your face any. And yours is a face that needs helping.."
I scowled. I moved my hands up the rope, ripping the turkey leg from its noose. Slowly, I edged up to the top. Aaaaannd... leap! I soared through the air and landed straight on the DOS.
"Get. Off. My. Face." Growled the machine. I leapt down promptly and sat on the floor, beaming as I showed of my prize.
"Ok, ok . You win, go back to bed." GlaDOS' optic narrowed to a slit. I stood, and biting into the meat, left toward the relaxation chamber.