Note from the Author
Hello everyone! It's me here. Not a moron by the way. Just so you know, this isn't another chapter from the story. If, unlike me you have common sense, you probably already know that by reading the title; Note from the Author. This is going to be me rambling about this story so don't bother reading it if you don't enjoy reading author's notes!
First I will say thank you! To everyone who has reviewed (especially Umbre0n, who has reviewed multiple times, thank you!), followed and favourited. Every time I see a new review, follower or favourite I litterally do a little robot dance, not unlike P-Body. Somehow I found my story on the front page of the fanfiction portal archive, which is tremendous!
Now here comes some spoilers for the story, so if for some reason you're skipping to the last chapter before reading the story (one thing you should never do when reading a story, and one thing that I always do) don't read this bit unless you want to know what happens. Now you might be asking yourself "Why is D. Rattman Chell's foster father, and how did it come about that Chell's long lost sister is a worker at Black Mesa?"
Let me answer that question with a question. Who wants to make £60? Seriously though. You might think I've left it to you to imagine how this came about, but it sounds too much like a plot hole to me. So guess what? I said guess, but I'll give you a clue because I'm not a monster.
I'm not going to write a second story about what happens afterwards, but I might just write a story about what happens before. Get it? I don't know if you're picking up on what I'm saying there, but I'm not going to say anything else except one word; Caroline. Okay, it was a name, but you know.
Anyway, as you probably have guessed, I don't own Portal 1, Portal 2 or Lab Rat. I also don't own Chell, Wheatley, GLaDOS, D. Rattman, Rick the Adventure Sphere or Caroline. Nope, those all belong to Valve. If they belonged to me, Portal 3 would be out by now. Which it isn't. Still, Valve will always be the best game company, even if they can't count to three.
Well anyway. I really hope you enjoyed reading this story, and thanks for giving it a go! Goodbye!
...For now. Moohahahahahaha!
P.S. Evil laugh there. That was a, uh... evil laugh. Totally not a cow laughing. Just in case you were wondering.
P.P.S. (In reply to Umbre0n's question about Rattman) Perhaps he is immortal... He is the One That Got Away after all...
Sorry. In a mysterious mood at the moment. For some reason I decided to make him a surprisingly tough man behind all his schizophrenia. After all, he has spent his entire life hiding in Her shadow. He was probably unconscious for a few days and had to lie low for a few more weeks to recover. But who's to say it wasn't the coat...?
