Cold Madness
-this is from the point of view of Chell, Portal and Portal 2's silent main protagonist. This is about an alternate storyline for Portal 2. If you don't want spoilers, don't read this. I have beaten both Portal games, and am purposely changing some details-
"He-hello… You have been in stasis for…" the announcer's voice suddenly snapped to a high-pitched grinding noise, "years. Please take some time to re…re…re-re-re-" grinding again, "and adjust to your surroundings."
I awoke in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar room. I could vaguely see several small objects littered across the floor, barely noticeable under the single flickering light above. A min-TV stood atop the bedside table, showing static and quietly buzzing.
Throwing off the covers of the bed, I stood up, unexpectedly dizzy from the "stasis". If this was what I thought it was, only one more piece of proof would be needed. I checked myself. I was wearing the testing suit. Every bullet hole, burn mark, scratch and tear was still on it.
I was in Aperture Laboratories.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" An unknown voice asked somewhere in the distance, past the walls of the tiny room.
"Anyone?" A little closer this time, but I wasn't scared. It wasn't thevoice, it actually sounded human. British, maybe?
I noticed the door shaking a few minutes later, followed by an aggravated voice, definitely British.
"Nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine people, missing! How am I expected to keep track of everyone if they go missing!"
The door swung open, and I saw a Personality Core. I immediately raised a sharp piece of glass just under my foot in self-defense. It couldn't be back. I'd destroyed all the cores.
"Oh! Hello there! Um… I'm Wheatley, and, uh… Now, you've been asleep for… quite a while now… a bit too long, it seems, and, uh… it's very likely that you may have a minor case of… serious brain damage. Now, don't worry. If you feel alarmed, that's exactly how you should feel."
What? This wasn't Aperture! Where the hell was I!