A shout out to Lethal-Pepper for reading my story.
Allan POV
At first it was bearable. But after a week of doing nothing but sit at this computer and mix gel ingredients, I was starting to get bored. I mean, not that it wasn't boring being locked up with the other corrupted cores, it was VERY boring down there actually! But at least I had someone to talk to; well, not that I really had a conversation with any of them. But it was nice to hear someone else's voice.
I clicked another sequence of buttons and ingredients; I was now working on a 'nuro-gell'. This one had a description in its file. Apparently when heated, it has the same affects as neurotoxin. I'd hate to be the poor sap to test this!
The room suddenly filled with a static hum. "Oh good, you're working, and not snooping this time." GLaDOS said in a monotone voice.
I sighed, feeling brave out of lack of entertainment. "What do you want Optimus? (A transformers reference)" I sighed. I knew I had annoyed her, and suddenly felt regret as a metallic arm descended from the ceiling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. The arm grabbed me by the neck and lifted me high into the air until I was level with the camera. I grabbed at the claw, trying to pry it off my neck.
"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you, unless you WANT to make a mess of yourself on the floor." She said.
I gulped (well, the best I could since I was being held by the throat) and tried not to look down. I could hear her laughing at me as I shivered.
"Now, what were you saying?" She growled; squeezing a little tighter.
I yelped, now feeling scared. "N-nothing GL- GLaDOS. Fact: Allan respects you and your beauty!" I tried, hoping she was vain. But she wasn't, instead the metal claw released me. I screamed as I began to fall. Suddenly, it grabbed me again. This time by my leg, and I was now upside down. "Fact: This is uncomfortable," I mumbled under my breath.
"Good, it's supposed to be. Any more outbursts and you WILL be sent to android hell. Understood?" GLaDOS said, menacingly. I nodded, terrified. "Good." She smirked, releasing me.
I fell with a thud, and then rubbed my sore head wincing. My hand...it was wet! I looked at it to see it my fingers where stained with a pinkish liquid, and then shivered. 'I can bleed. What else can i do? I bet dying is one of those things.' I looked up at the camera angrily. I wondered if you could see the blood. If you could, it could easily be mistaken for the several gels that stained my clothes; all the failed experiments.
With a sigh, I got up and climbed onto the chair. I bit my lip in thought as I went to work. My head hurt terribly and the fact I was bleeding still bothered me. Why wouldn't it? Never before had I felt so...weak. I could die before, all cores and spheres can; but it's rather hard to. Now I felt so vulnerable; is this how the Lady felt? How could she have gone through all those tests, defeated GLaDOS, and stood up to Wheatley, knowing how easy it was to die? She must have been brave. I shook my head and sighed. I needed to be brave to if I was survive. I can't just sit here my whole life, listening to Her insults. I'm not worthless, there's nothing wrong with me.
'Then why where you tossed in with all those corrupted cores?' A voice in my head hissed. I grimaced, why would I think that? Was it even me who thought that?
With a groan I closed my eyes. I had been here for a week, and it was already unbearable! I rather be in space with Wheatley and Space, at least up there I'd have someone to talk to who didn't hate me. I haven't actually thought about them to tell you the truth. Maybe Rick is up there to. It wouldn't surprise me; part of me wished I was up there to now. It sounded a LOT better than being down here. I clicked the button to test the mixture a created. The greenish gel splattered against one of the older panels. Most of them were new, but some were clearly older; but not much though.
Nothing happened, but what did I expect? I looked at the controls, only half paying attention. It wouldn't hurt to have some fun...would it?
I glanced at the controls. "Turrets, cubes, testing bots, lasers..." I read out loud. I was tempted to send in 'ATLAS' and 'Orange' in here. But then, I remembered that Rick once said that lasers make everything better. Besides, it's supposed to take affect when heat is applied.
With a sigh, I activated the red beams. A panel opened in the ceiling, and a laser slowly lowered from the opened space. Then laser hit the gel with a hiss. Smoke curled up from the goo and a funny smell evaporated from it. I began to wonder if this 'toxin' would affect me. Suddenly there was a faint 'tshtch', like someone lit a match. Then a loud bang filled my ears…
How was that? Sorry for the recent, mistake. There was a problem while uploading the chapter. I had a Wheatley moment, didn't i?