This is my first fan fiction! Yay me!...anyway, this is just a random one shot I did in between breaks at collage.
I didn't come up with pea turrets, *gryphonworks did. So thank her creativity T^T I'm not worthy!
"Where are we going?" squeaked the wiggling mass under my lad coat excitedly.
"Shhh," I hissed, clutching the squirming pea turret tighter to my stomach.
"Sorry…" it whimpered, instantly filling me with guilt. Sighing, I trudged toward the exit, passing two dozing security guards before stopping in front of the body scanner. The exit was tantalizingly close.
"Well crap," I thought out loud, how cold I have forgotten the body scanner?
"What, what is it?" the little turret said exuberantly, trying very hard to whisper.
"Hush," I hissed again. I glanced up at a security camera, praying GlaDOS was distracted. The pea turret mumbled something about me being a "meanie", but I chose to ignore it, as I slipped around the scanner. My body relaxed, the exit was so close. Almost safe, I thought relieved.
"Where do you think you're going?" GlaDOS asked dryly. My heart sinks. I opened my mouth to speak. "You were about to come back here and go through the body scanner, right?" It was more a command than a question. I swallowed, knowing she would never let the pea turret leave "alive".
Pea turrets, though cute and extremely polite, were utterly useless. These miniscule turrets, about the size of a small dog, just couldn't bear to shoot anything. So much so, that the technicians began to wonder if they had added lasers in the first place. It was after a particularly depressing test sequence, which left Aperture Science employees shaking their heads and pea turrets apologizing profusely, that Cave Johnson, founder and CEO of our lovely testing facility, gave the order for their termination.
"Hi!" chirped the pea turret, feeling left out of the conversation.
"What was that?" GlaDOS said sounding somewhat amused.
"What? I didn't hear anything? Say, did you get a tune up? Ya sound great!" I spewed, floundering to change the subject while creeping closer to the automatic doors.
"Listen you-" she began.
"Disturbance in sector 9," a male voice said as sirens screeched.
"Hmmm," GlaDOS seemed torn between grilling me and her morbid curiosity of the "disturbance". "Fine, go on. But if-"
"Uh huh, buh-bye," I quipped, fast walking out the doors.
Once in the parking lot, I almost cried with relief. GlaDOS had been increasingly aggressive lately, it was concerning. I pushed the thought from my mind as I walked to my car. I mean, how bad could it be? "Where are we going? What are you doing? Hey, what's that thing? Ooo what does this do?" The tiny pea turret babbled as I strapped it into the passenger's seat. After a while I gave up answering its questions and it stopped asking, choosing to sing to the radio instead. I smiled, this was going to be interesting.
So there we have it. I might do more, if I have time and enough reviews.
Thank you for reading. *bow*