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Understandably, Chell hated science.

Well, some sciences. For example, she could do without robotics. Or chemistry. Also, psychology was a no.

But everything else was okay. So long as it didn't involve crazy experiments, deadly gel, or crazy AND deadly supercomputers, she was fine with it.

Although, she was starting to consider psychology after suddenly feeling extreme confusion tinged with a bit of fear when looking down at her Cheerios one morning.

It had been one of quite a few instances, in fact. For example, acute satisfaction and pride after- of all things- hanging up her coat one evening. But the feelings left as soon as they'd come, usually only leaving her own confusion behind. Like as to why such a simple act would trigger a feeling like she'd done something completely right that she'd been trying to do for quite some time. Hanging up her clothing was not exactly what you'd call tough.

Where were we- oh yes, fear of Cheerios. Chell- as usual- just tried to shake it off, and went to go get dressed for the day.

But as she was leaving to do some shopping- It felt like her stomach had just bottomed out. Her heart started thumping. Her mouth went dry. One thought shot like a rocket through her head:

Oh my god, I'm going to die!

And then it was gone. Leaving her staring dumbfounded at her door, trying to figure out how she had fathomed it would kill her. She shakily locked the door, and resumed with her day.

Or, at least tried to. But random irrational emotion attacks do sort of put a damper on one's day. Just a little.

When she returned home, she was absolutely exhausted. Which was unusual in itself, seeing as she would rarely become this tired normally. But she didn't question this at all, rightfully assuming that her constant worry over the 'attacks' had tired her out. So she walked into her bedroom, flopped down on the bed, and was asleep within minutes.

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Where the hell was she? She… couldn't ever remember being here. Yet she had the strong sense that she'd been here before- that she knew this place. Like the back of her hand, actually…

Oh God, she was upside down! She was upside down- but this was not accompanied by the usual feeling of blood rushing to the head. In fact… she seriously doubted having blood at all. Wait. What?

There were some scientists in the room that she could now see. Upon seeing them, bile rose in her throat. Oh, she was tremendously pissed at them. But… she had no idea who they even were. Why was she…?

Suddenly the hate transformed into pain. Searing hot pain- all over her body and into her muscles although she was fairly convinced that she didn't have muscles and just what the hell was going on and oh God, this hurts make it stop-

It stopped. And suddenly the hate transmuted into something else entirely- fear. Fear that coiled in her stomach like a serpent.

They were probably going to kill her, and she could do nothing about it.

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Chell awoke with her heart pounding in her chest. Her sheets- as well as her body- were soaked in sweat, and she was breathing as if she'd just run a marathon. So it had been a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

A frighteningly real nightmare…

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Yup. Starting something else I'll probably never finish. Because of my writer's block.

JOY. COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF JOY. DX