Hello loyal readers. This is my side project I'll be doing for fun.
I stood outside the doors of that castle of a prison. It was dreary out that night, and it felt like the world was miserable. Oh, sorry, I don't believe I introduced myself. My name is Carter Rogers, a new psychological doctor here at Games Prison & Mental Asylum. I was wondering if this was truly a good idea. I knocked on the doors and a little slit opened up revealing two eyes.
"Who are you?" A voice asked.
"Uh, the new doctor: Rogers." I answered. The door opened revealing a guard dressed like a futuristic soldier. "Come on in." He said. I stepped inside and was almost immediately met by more soldier people who came to search me, feeling my clothes and such. I removed my phone from my pocket and my watch from my wrist and stepped through a metal detector. They really wanted this place secure, huh?
Then again, who could blame them? This place was home to some of the most dangerous evildoers of all time, each from (you're not going to believe this.) a video game. After I was declared clean, the guards escorted me to the warden's office. Along the way I saw some odd things. Some zombies being escorted through the halls, a raindrop with a face in a glass cage, and a raptor behind bars to name a few. After I made it to the office, I entered. It was a big room with various pictures on the wall, a fireplace, desk, and a large chair that obstructed my view of the warden sitting in it.
"Dr Rogers I presume?" A cold, emotionless, female voice said from behind the chair.
"Yes, ma'am." I said.
"I'm surprised you wanted to get a job HERE of all places." The woman said.
"Well, I thought it'd be interesting." I answered.
"Oh, believe me, it will be." The lady said. The chair spun around to reveal the lady. She wasn't human, but in fact, an android with long white hair, gray "skin", a weird symbol on her chest, and piercing yellow eyes. "I am GLaDOS, welcome to the job, Rogers." She said. "The Spartan outside will escort you to your office."
I exited the room and sure enough the Spartan took me to me working space. A nice little place with a couch, some tables, a chair, and a computer where my first patient's name was. Bowser. This would be fun.
I think I'm biting off more than I can chew, but I also spit something out so I don't think I'll choke. See ya later.