Inspired by Perfect by MuriraRK
Caroline was upset about being put into a computer, though not so much now that it was a human-ish form instead of the terrifying original design.
"I don't want to do this, Mr. Johnson." She whispered.
* * Later * *
GLaDOS woke up. Something in her demanded that the scientists pay, that they should die.
Years of resentment, dread, and anger came in the form of a deadly green fog.
A press of a button sent her into darkness.
* * Dream * *
GLaDOS felt a pair of hands around her neck, it scared her despite the feeling of being all powerful, being able to feel and see so much and yet she was unable to see who was nearly choking her.
One of his hands, for some reason they felt male, tilted her head up and back. A smirk promised things unpleasant.
His hands wandered from her neck down the front of her shirt.
"I don't want this, Mr. Johnson." She whispered as he stroked her. He said nothing in return. He doesn't care what I want. GLaDOS thought. Just like the rest of them. She bit her lip as her body betrayed her. Why was I made like this? She begged whatever robot god there was.
She whimpered as he licked her neck. "Please, Mr. Johnson." She said. "Listen to me, I don't want this."
He ignored her pleas. He didn't care what she thought, he hadn't for years.
A shocking pain blasted him away.
She wasn't in her body. The body was restricted, she couldn't move like she had been able to.
The original design. Something whispered. They put us in the original design. It was the same voice that demanded she kill everyone.
GLaDOS was furious; she wanted the first body she had. She didn't like the restrictions this one had.
They didn't care. They never cared. They would only care after she killed them all.