AN: Okay, here is yet another fanfic. I am trying (or more correctly, have tried) writing other fan fictions – they just fail.
Anywho, this is my…realistic, in a sense, result of Portal 2. I war you, this is not going to be a fluffy, happy story. It's sort of a downer; pretty negative. Sorry to all you fluff-lovers, but life isn't all rainbows and sunshine. So, don't be afraid to review, it's okay, I won't bite. If you do, I'll read and review a story or two of yours. You scratch my back, I scratch yours, eh?
So, I'll shut up, and enjoy the story.
I don't own Portal, I just love the game.
It was another day at Aperture Science; nothing new. It was the same building; they were the same tests; it was the same game of Rock, Paper, Scissors as it had been for nearly sixteen years. To be honest, it was a surprise that sixteen years had already passed since a certain somebody was released into the outside world, left to fend for herself with nothing but her useless cube and very expensive boots (it felt like only a couple weeks, at most). Thinking back, she should have stripped the woman of those boots before letting her free. No matter, what's done is done, and Aperture is finally free of that silent menace. Still, everything seemed much more boring without her. Not that these two robots weren't entertaining. They were; it was fun to see them run around like headless chickens, and eventually falling off a ledge into the deadly goo. Still, she was different. She was special. Not only did she manage to survive impossible situations, but she did so in such a manner that was different from how any other human would do it. Everything she did seemed to have a style to it; the way she walked had a peculiar attitude to it, like no matter what happened to her, she still had a sense of joy or comfort within her –which was strange, given what she went through. Any jumps or leaps she made looked like she was doing it for a score, which would always mark a ten. Even the way she dealt with the Turrets was different. Instead of just tipping them over, she would play around with them; teasing them, throwing them across the room, or going out of her way to neatly set them aside so that they can live another day.
Those were the days, GLaDOS thought solemnly, watching her two Testing Bots through a monitor. They were, yet again, having a dance-off in front of the camera, as if GLaDOS was the judge. The AI sighed, "Dancing is not science…Quit screwing around and continue the testing."
The bots ignored her, finally realizing that GLaDOS could never permanently disable them. She was too desperate to test to get rid of them. Of course, she would have been using the humans they found in the vault, but ninety percent of them were either too brain damaged to do anything, or dead, and the other ten percent had been used up within two years. She wouldn't have failed.
GLaDOS turned on the speaker, looking at the screen, "Continue the testing or I will disassemble your permanently." The bots hesitated, but kept on playing. She was about to blow them up when the lights flickered, bringing her to stop. That was suspicious… She thought curiously, digging through her files and checking for any corruptions or viruses. Nothing showed up, so the AI shrugged it off and proceeded to detonate the robots, continuing her very long, boring life.
AN: There's the first chapter/story/one-shot, of many (eh, not so many). Any questions, comments, thoughts, concerns, please review and speak your mind. I'll probably post the second chapter, but it's 1:00am now. Good thing it's Friday night!
