The turret-cube sat in his room paranoid. GLaDOS was always trying to fry his little brain, and Wheatley's as well. He had grown quite insane because of that and the fact that he was confused about his identity. Was he a turret? or a cube? or perhaps some sort of robotic insect? he didn't know.
Chell's pretty face however had calmed his senses as she was a very competent test-taker, and would carry him to the buttons his 'father', Wheatley, only wished he could walk to. He was thankful and would hop to Chell whenever he was in danger.
It couldn't last forever… At the very last test he was left in that room. Wheatley never showed up on those screens any more. Chell never came to test. He would just sit in the corner of that last test, hiding from GLaDOS. He would make art out of the things a strange man left behind.
He would dream of leaving, but always stay.
He wanted to flee, to get away.
To go to the vast starry sea,
To show his father what he could be.
If only he could dream...
AN: If you don't follow any of the various Portal asks on Tumblr you may be just a bit confused...
anyway I wrote this like... a month ago and I thought I'd post it because Portal needs a lot of fanfics, and there's hardly any on the other turrets...
I hope you liked it though!