I wrote this thing in one freaking night. And it's also 1:59. So HUZZAH! Huzzah to Clio! Muse of All History!

God, Chell needs more sleep? I need more sleep. I think about NOTHING other than Portal and Xanadu.

…I see a sleep deprived crossover in the near future.

PORTAL ON ROLLERSKATES

So tell me what you think and review! I honestly find it easier to write for Portal than for FMA or Death Note, and I've been obsessed with those and more knowledgeable about them for much longer.

So here ya go. I do not own Portal or Portal Prelude or Portal 2 or Portal Lab Ratt comic. Happy?

"This way"

Chell heard the voice. In fact, she was used to hearing voices. Or to be more specific, one voice. That ever present, haunting, commanding computerized voice that controlled everything in the sick facility.

But unlike that voice, this one was not computerized, cold, or promising her a non-existent cake. Or trying to murder her.

This voice was definitely human, kind, and sincerely trying to help her.

And that's what put Chell on edge.

Ever since she'd woken up at Aperture, she'd heard only one voice. Well, two really. That ever present, powerful computerized voice that still haunted her, and the sweet innocent voices of the turrets. However, she didn't really count the turrets. Because unlike the haunting voice that was everywhere at once, she was able to silence their voices.

Now there was another voice. Not one that was threatening to shoot, burn, or kill her in any way. Not one that was computerized to the point where she wasn't sure if there was truly a sadistic human running everything here or if it was really an all-knowing supercomputer.

No, this was the voice of a female human.

Chell hesitated, unsure if it was one of Her traps. For lack of a better name, Chell referred to the cold, terrifying voice that surrounded her as only Her. For that was all she knew about Her. That She was indeed a female. And that was it.

"Come on! You can't let Her find you!" the new voice urged on. Chell looked in the general direction of where the disembodied voice was coming from.

"Uh-oh somebody cut the cake. I told them to wait for you, but they cut it anyway. There is still some left though. If you hurry back," Her voice chimed in, disoriented and muffled.

Chell stood on the white platform, looking at the faded yellow stripes at the edge to mark caution. Across a pit, there was a grimy black wall with a sign painted in what could be seen as blood.

And in this place, Chell wouldn't have been surprised.

There was a moving piston between the two platforms. She would have to time this right and walk across it to the other side; otherwise she'd never make it.

Or be squished to death by the flat metal end.

Chell took a deep breath and hugged the Portal Gun to her chest. She jumped onto the shiny cool metal, somehow staying in shape while everything else in the back had fallen apart.

The cool metal felt nice on her worn bare feet as she walked across the piston and jumped onto the platform, ducking to avoid hanging wires.

She was met with a low hanging ceiling, a light bulb brightly shining illuminating the rest of the dark path. There was a metal gate ahead.

Chell looked back over to the platform she'd come from.

"Put a portal behind the gate and go back to that one," The voice said. Chell nearly jumped, noticing that she'd forgotten about the strange new voice while she was busy focusing on not falling off of the piston.

This voice was telling her to walk back across that thing and go into more uncharted territory. It really wasn't demanding anything unheard of. After all, the piston was one of the least threatening things Chell had faced. And going blindly into a potentially dangerous area was all she had done for the past…

How long had she been at Aperture?

Hours? Days? Weeks?

It had been so long since she'd rested. She just wanted her to test. No rest, no food, no water. Just testing.

Chell knew for certain that here, she was out of Her reach for a little while. She knew that if she fell asleep for a bit, she would in fact wake up in the same spot, alive.

Still holding the Portal Gun tightly against her chest, Chell curled up in the fetal position on the ground, closing her tired eyes.

"…or you could take a nap. Yeah, you're probably exhausted after all She's put you through. Take a nap, you've earned it."

Chell eventually gave in to the blackness consuming her senses and mind.

"Are you still there?" asked the sweet voice, innocently wondering whether she had run off or not.

Oh, how Chell wanted to cry out that she was not still there, but in fact that would've given away her position.

And besides, she didn't have a voice to say it with anyways.

The military android turrets. The Voice had told her that the correct chamber for Test 16 was unavailable for some reason (Chell had only been half listening) and that it had been replaced with a live fire course for military androids.

She knew that the Voice was bluffing. This wasn't a replacement for Test Chamber 16. This was Test Chamber 16.

And at first, she had absolutely no idea in hell what a military android was. But she had a pretty good guess that it was going to try to kill her.

And hell was she right.

This was the third turret she'd encountered. The first one had its back to her, so she could easily drop it through a portal. She'd curled up in a ball when she realized that it wildly fired before it shut down.

The second one took some quick thinking, but she managed to escape without a scratch. However, bullet holes littered the concrete walls around her, so it was truly a surprise that she was still alive.

The third one was the hardest yet. The was at the top of a landing, and she could hide behind a corner to remain out of its sight. However, to get aim at it she'd have to round the corner and risk her life.

There was a red X painted above the white android. She knew that meant something, her unknown friend had been placing marks everywhere to help her. However, looking at that X had distracted her for a split second too long.

The turret had noticed her.

Chell sat on the floor behind the corner, clutching her right shoulder where a bullet had pierced her skin. She looked up from her huddled position to find blood splattered across the wall behind where she had stood moments ago.

Her blood.

Chell swallowed bile that was threatening to rise in her mouth. She saw that there were portal surfaces on the other side of the room, out of this turret's range. She could just portal herself there.

But she didn't know if there would be more turrets over there or not. Most likely there would be, and this was the beginning of the test. She knew things were only going to become harder. If she couldn't get past this turret, what ever made her think she could get past the rest?

Chell let out a silent scream as she pushed past the pain of the bullet wound and rose shakily to her feet. She picked up the turret she had just shut down and set it beside her. She cringed when she noticed that her left hand had left a bloody handprint on the turret's shiny white casing.

Chell jumped around the corner with her portal gun in hand and fired a blue portal on the red X and jumped back behind the corner before the turret's friendly voice could finish greeting her.

Chell's breathing was heavy and panic wracked her body. She took a few deep breaths, and tried to calmly fire an orange portal under the silent turret. The turret disappeared, and Chell shrunk more behind the corner as she heard the third turret scream out.

"I don't hate you," it chimed for the final time. Chell released a breath she didn't realized she'd been holding and walked past the alcove landing where the turret had been hidden. She rounded another corner and saw a turret surrounded by non-portal walls. However, the turret was thankfully behind bulletproof glass.

"I see you," the fourth turret chimed and opened fire on the glass, starting Chell. She cringed at the pain in her shoulder and looked down to see that her orange jumpsuit was stained a crimson red on her right shoulder.

Chell noticed two Weighted Storage Cubes holding out a panel. She moved them out of the way, and noticed the word "Help" written in what appeared to be blood on the floor.

It could've been paint, but in this chamber she was absolutely sure it was blood.

The panel stayed open and there seemed to be a room behind it. Chell ducked and crawled in to find what appeared to be some sort of secret hideout, hidden from camera eyes.

On one of the walls, there were posters hung up. One was an Aperture Science poster, the other was a picture of cake with chocolate icing that read "TASTY".

All over the wall were scribbles and drawings. There was a sloppy portrait of a turret, asking "Hello? Can I help you?" and above that was a Weighted Storage Cube falling from a portal.

There were tally marks and handprints everywhere. There was a rough sketch of the High Energy Pellet in red with arrows pointing to it. And then there was the boldest part. Five times "The cake is a lie" was scrawled onto the wall in sloppy handwriting.

Whoever had written this had known about the constant promises of cake. But that wasn't the important part.

They had known that those promises were shallow lies.

Chell's blood suddenly turned to ice and horror swept over her. She was promised cake at the end of the test. But if the Voice was lying about the cake, then what would really happen at the end of the test?

Chell noticed "Help" written on the floor again, and she crouched under the beam holding out the panel and walked over to the boxes on the other side of the room. On top of them sat empty cans of beans, a carton of milk, a water jug, a first aid kid and a hollowed out computer.

Chell let out a breath she had been holding and grabbed the first aid kit and began applying the right treatment to her shallow bullet wound. The sound of the rotating fans behind her calmed her, but Chell jumped again when the turret chimed "Searching."

She stayed perfectly still until the turret declared that it was its naptime. She resumed treating her wound and drinking water.

Oh, Chell was so tired. Maybe back here she was safe. There were only two portal surfaces that she could see of, but this was out of the cameras' view or the Voice's apparent reach.

Chell finished treating the wound in her shoulder, ripping off part of her jumpsuit to serve as a bandage. She curled up by one of the crates and gently closed her eyes, just for a bit.

She'd need all the energy she could get now that she knew that there was more to this place than met the eye.

Chell's crystal eyes cracked open, and she remembered where she was and what was happening. She had just escaped Test Chamber 19 when She had tried to incinerate her.

A dazed look danced across Chell's face. She had dreamed about the first secret nap she'd taken here, back in Test Chamber 16. When she'd found one of her friend's secret hideouts and started to uncover the truth about this place. She'd found another hideout in the next chamber too, only that one had issues. Whoever had been staying there seemed to have a quite unhealthy obsession with the Companion Cube. She had loved her little box with a heart on it too, but not to the point where she was posting it as the head for a swimsuit model.

"Oh good you're awake. Well, how'd you sleep?"

Chell jumped. As much as she hated to admit that something startled her, took her by surprise, it did and she jumped.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

Ah yes, this was the voice from earlier. The one she wasn't sure whether to trust or ignore.

"Ok look, I know you think I'm Her. That I'm Her tricking you so you'll come back and be killed. Well I'm not a part of that thing, thank God. I'm a female, human test subject abused by that thing just like you."

Chell's eyes widened. Another test subject? Was this even possible? She hadn't seen anyone else here…

"Well, I was anyways. Till She had her fun. Goddamned monster!"

Chell could hear the boiling rage in her voice, the absolutely livid fury in her words.

She was sure this girl was not working with Her.

So what was her deal then?

"Look, I know you're probably all skeptical about some voice you've never heard before and not even close to being ready to trust me. But believe me when I say I'm not with Her, and I want nothing more than to see you rip her to shreds. Literally."

Oh, so the voice wanted revenge on another voice.

Chell needed to sleep more often.

"For right now, could you at least just tell me your name?"

Chell rolled her eyes, put a hand on her mouth and shook her head.

"You…you can't speak?"

Chell nodded.

"Ok…so I guess that means that these are going to be very one-sided conversations. Look, never mind that. Just fire a portal behind that gate and go back to the one you have over there, ride the piston back to it.

Chell rolled her eyes at the beginning of the voice's speech, and was frozen stiff by the end. Again? She wanted her to go on that thing again?

Oh yeah, right. She wanted her to do this right before she passed out from exhaustion. Great idea. Have the half-conscious girl walk across a deadly moving piston.

But Chell had slept now, and she decided to take the advice from the voice, as crazy as she may be.

Chell's bare feet met the cool surface of the piston once again and a smile danced across her lips at the feeling.

She safely crossed the pit for the second time and reached the platform. The second time had seemed less stressful than the first for some reason.

Chell jumped through the orange portal here and came out the blue one behind the gate. She landed on top of a glass transportation tube, and looked up to see a fan spinning above her. She placed an orange portal on one of the higher places and jumped through the blue one behind her, landing herself in a small non-portal surface metal walkway.

She turned a corner, and Her voice came onto a muffled speaker, filling everywhere at once.

"You're not even going the right way. Where do you think you're going? Because I don't think you're going where you think you're going."

"Well dammit, she knows where you are," said the kinder voice.

Chell was greeted with a room of five moving pistons. Wonderful. She placed an orange portal on the wall on the floor beside her, then jumped onto one of the pistons and began moving up. Her whole body tensed, ready for anything.

"Hello?" Her voice asked, wondering.

"Well maybe not. Here at the top," said the second voice, coming from the back top of the room. Chell reached the top and shot a blue portal into the back landing behind faded yellow lines. She rode the piston down, still tensed up, waiting for something to happen.

"I wonder if she can see you back here. Maybe," the voice asked itself. Chell jumped through the orange portal and came out the blue one.

Chell turned and nearly jumped at what she saw. There, right in front of her, clear as can be was a girl. She looked to be about the same age as her, only with light blonde hair pulled back into a neater ponytail and startling green eyes. She had a heart shaped face with profound cheekbones unlike Chell and more angular eyebrows. In general, she was much prettier.

However, Chell noticed one eerie fact that grabbed her immediate attention. Both girls were barefoot, wore leg braces and matching orange Aperture Science Test Subject jumpsuits.

"Furthermore," the girl continued, "I wonder if either of you can see me."