A Human Did This
AN: The result of a boring car ride after listening to Portal 2 soundtracks.
The hallway's twisted and mangled, but still the same. You remember walking down t, god knows how long ago, with no idea of what awaited you
You still aren't sure.
"Okay, I'm gonna lay my cards on the table: I don't wanna do it. I don't want to go in there. Don't... Don't go in there - she's off, she's off! Panic over! She's off. All fine! On we go."
Her head's detached on the floor, a single thick wire connecting it to Her chassis, which is drooped over the remains of the blue maintenance platform. There's no sign of the Rocket Sentry Turret, which is a small miracle.
"There she is. What a nasty piece of work she was. Completly mad. Do you know who ended up taking Her down in the end, d'you know who ended up purging her? A human. That's right, a human did this. He ended up escaping, and nobodies seen him since. And then there was a long chunk of time where absolutely nothing happened, and then here we are escaping today. Now you're up to speed. Don't touch anything."
A human did this.
You're famous, an Aperture legend, the victor's story carried through the ruins. The robot's know who you are. That fact fills you with pride, surprise, and... regret?
Why do you feel regret?
She tried to kill you. You're blameless. But the facilities destroyed, ripped apart by nature in Her absense, and you can't help but think of your mystery friend. Did he get out? Was he even still alive when you destroyed Her? You don't know, but then again you don't seem to know much today.
A human did this.
She wasn't alone.
There was a long chunk of time where absolutely nothing happened.
Aperture is lost, boring without GlaDOS and your struggle against her. Nothing important can, or will happen while the White Queen decomposes and the mute lunatic sleeps.
You feel safer in your knowledge of her permanent death, and think that you should say something to Wheatley. So you do.
I did this.
He doesn't react, and you don't hear any sound.
I did this.
Still nothing
Ah. That'd be the brain damage then.
Before you refused to talk, knowing that she could be watching. Now you might not speak for a very long time.
Past the incinerator, thankfully shut, where you burned her Morality, Curiosity, Intelligence and Anger.
That first one may have been a bad idea.
Downstairs, away from her skeleton, into the Main Breaker room, with most of the switches off, and most unlabled.
This may take a while.
Oh, now we're going up.
No, no, no, stop it, go down, turn them off stop it!
"Power up Initiated."
Crap.
A human did this.
A robot started it.
An ally undid it.
Poetry at its finest
"Power up complete."
"Oh. It's you again."
Utter disdain and hatred; check.
"You know her?"
Of course you know her!
"how have you been? I've been really busy being dead. You know, after you MURDERED ME!"
Crap. This is gonna end badly.
"You did what?"
This is Her fault. You would have been content to just live, but She couldn't let you have that, now could she?
You're going up again, except this time there's a claw grabbing your head, which rather hurts, you've dropped your portal gun, and Wheatley, oh god Wheatley, is broken and tossed aside like a childs toy.
Whatever regret you may have felt is gone. Now there's just pure, blinding hate, all aimed at one homicidal robot, and you're kicking and thrashing but the claw just won't let go!
You're dangling over the incinerator and now you know for sure that "One small thing" is your death.
Goodbye cruel world. Shame I never got to really see you.
THUD!
You're alive. Well that was unexpected.
