A/N: This is going to reveal an insecure side of both Ken and Kella. It won't be too violent but it will include the mentioned but never seen Mantis-Men.

"Hehehe. Oops. I think I blew up the mainframe. My fault." GLaDOS seemed breathless even though she didn't need any breath. Mainframe's body was lifeless and his eyes were dark. They seemed to be in a constant state of surprise and fear. Something either blasted part of the land above the facility or GLaDOS was becoming really run down. I was leaning over the lifeless android. I didn't here his voice. Inside or outside my head.

"What are those things doing up here?! NO!" GLaDOS had genuine fear in her voice. What could've caused that, I didn't know.

The door to the test chamber burst open and in came...

"Mantis-Men?!" I didn't know how I knew what they were for they were created after my cryo-sleep initiation. 'They' were men. Men that had a greenish tinge in their skin, inhuman strength, pincers, claws instead of finger-tips, and antennae. The boys all ran from where they were to where Chell, me, and Mainframe's body were. Chell shot a portal on the other side of the pit and on the nearest wall. We all ran though, me carrying the body. Chell shot the blue portal next to the orange one so the things couldn't get over. They stayed at a normal pace and spread out their - just our luck - wings, preparing for flight.

Being next to Ken, I noticed he was actually meddling with a piece of string. It snapped. He looked down at it and a vacant expression filled his eyes. I heard laughter over the speaker. It was a man's, breathless and full of villainy.

"It seems you two have mental issues and that they can cause violent behavior. Let's see just how violent you are. Kill my men, if you can. And don't resist what happens. That means no using your bracelet or playing with thread from your shirt." Ken and I looked at each other. We were the people the voice meant. I didn't know Ken had a mental issue, but I had anger issues. How did that count? Out of nowhere, two knives fell from the ceiling and landed sharp side in the ground in front of Ken and me.

Ken was unlucky. He was already looking at the ground and wasn't able to look away in time. I could tell something terrible happened to him. His eyes were tearing up but they were also filling with intense hatred. He picked up the knife and gripped it until his knuckles turned white. He seemed to want to lash out but something was holding him back.

"Your turn." he whispered. I stiffened. I didn't want to do it. The Mantis-Men were nearing the edge and ready to take flight. I took a deep breath and looked down at the knife. The memory was terrible.

I was five. I had three friends in life. Chell, and Mrs. Rattman and Mr. Rattman, our adopted parents. It was a freezing night in our apartment in the city. We were the most trusting group in the city even though Mr. Rattman had schizophrenia. That night he had urged his wife to lock the door because of the mystery killer roaming about. She brushed it off saying they would be protected. Mr. Rattman seemed to understand what she meant but Chell and I didn't. Now I do. They were christians. We all went to bed that night a little on edge but still relaxed. That was one of my nights.

I had been having random outbursts for the past few weeks during the night. I later learned it was part anger issues part schizophrenia. I had just woken up from an incredibly terrible episode and was walking slowly towards their bedroom. That's when I heard a thud and a muffled scream. I ran forward to see what was happening.

A strange man was in their room. He had a knife in his hands and a glint in his eyes. I saw Mr. Rattman on the floor and the hold the man had on Mrs. Rattman. I saw the knife coming down but didn't turn in time. Mr. Rattman screamed and lunged forward but the an knocked his head with the butt of his knife. He turned and saw me but walked right past me. Mr. Rattman was never the same.

Now that exact knife was right at my feet. I knew because of the marks. I felt my mind snap. I reached down and grabbed it, nodding at Ken. We both let maniacal screams out and lunged forward. A normal human wouldn't have made it, but I wasn't normal, physically or phsycologically. I jumped and grabbed Ken's hand. We made it across and started faintly registered who we hit but made sure it wasn't the other. Nothing but fury at whatever happened and he want for revenge went through our heads.

When the Mantis-Men were all dead I dropped my knife, somehow accessed Ken's mind, grabbed his hand, and pressed the button on my bracelet by pushing it against my leg. Ken let out a surprised yelp and barely stayed up. Since it wasn't anything serious I only pressed the button. I kept our hearts beating until I could give control back to the subconscious part of our brains. Ken looked over at me.

"Thanks." was all he said.

"No problem." I replied. I grabbed both knives and threw them at the viewing window. They each hit their mark. One at the chest area of the figure and one at the center of the forehead. I then looked over at the others and saw the fearful expressions on their faces.

"Don't worry." I called out. "Those sides won't come out again." I called over.

"I hope so." said an unexpected voice. Everyone turned their eyes to the android. He was now sitting up and rubbing his head.

"They seem to be more violent than my other side."