Hey everyone. Do you like the 'shots so far? It's weird. One minute I get this huge flood of plot bunnies, the next I'm staring blankly at the computer screen praying for inspiration. If any of you guys want a one shot of something don't hesitate to ask! Now, unto yet another random Portal plot bunny. And I don't know about you guys, but I think it's quite creepy that it's easy for me to write a schizophrenic person even though I am not a schizophrenic.


A Rats Mission:

I had to wait. That's all I had to do wait. And hope. Maybe pray a bit. Okay, so I had to wait, hope, and pray. What if she didn't make it?! What if that thing kills her?!

No, calm down. I need to calm down. I can't worry. That won't help anything. I can't worry. I can't help but worry! She's my only hope for escaping that thing! She's my only hope for escaping this place! She's my only hope! And she could be killed so easily. One mis-step, one accurate bullet, one wrong portal, one slip of the focus...

STOP! I can't keep worrying! Where's my paint? There it is. Her. I should paint her. Keep my mind on yet off of her. Keep my off the ways she could die. Keep my mind on her success. That's all that's possible. Her success. She's far too tenacious. Her success is inevitable. Is it?

I'm painting too slow. I need to speed up. More. There. Just the right speed. The same speed she goes through the tests. Look it over and charge straight through, never stopping. Never slowing, never faltering, never worrying, never doubting...

What was that! There. A portal! She's here already?! I need to move. My paint, my brushes, all in the cube. Gab the cube. Run. Run. Keep running. Don't fall. I can't fall. If I fall she might fail. And if she fails we can't escape. And if we can't escape I'll be tortured by the constant looming presence and she'll either be killed or tortured with me or sent through more tests.

More tests! That can't happen. She may surely go crazy if she goes through more tests. Need to reach my next safe place. Need to reach it. Need to reach it.

There it is! Alright, cube on ground. Paints, brush. Arrow. Final arrow. Final destination before freedom. A little more waiting. Only a little. Done! Paints and brush in cube. Grab cube. Run. Run. Run. Keep running. Find final safe spot. There. Stop. Set cube on ground. Sit. Wait. Wait. Only thing left to do. I need to wait.

No, no. I'm not tired. I won't fall asleep. I am not tired. There's a bolt. I'll fiddle with it. What's the worst that could happen. It could've poisoned it. It could actually be a small camera, now revealing my whereabouts.

Not gonna get me. Throw it. Throw it far away. There. It's gone. The clang proved it.

What the... An explosion! AN EXPLOSION! She did it! She defeated that thing! Grab the cube and go. Get the pills and go. There's the locker room. Go to my locker. Open it. Pills. Take the pills. Run. Run as fast as possible. Get out of here. Go. Go. Go. Go. There it is. The exit. Open the door.

Fresh air. The most wonderful thing in the world has greeted me. Fresh air and the sunlight. I can feel the pills taking affect and I smile, for once happy. What is that sound. There! Oh no. A Party Escort Bot. Where is it dragging Chell? Should I follow it or run? Run until this hellhole is nothing but a memory, or save the woman who made that possible. Save the woman. I ran back inside the building, following the Bot until it put Chell in an Extended Relaxation Chamber. Oh, well that's okay.

Wait! It's not getting any power. Crap. Alright, look around for enemies. None. To the emergency power. Why is it so quiet? I know that thing is now dead, but still. There it is! And look, sentry turrets. Joy. Yay, my sarcasm is back. Alright, I don't have the cube to help me. I need to glance around the corner. Shoot! It spotted me. I move back behind the corner. The bullets are hitting the wall and causing debris to hit me. That's nothing.

I need to do this. I need to. I don't have to think about it. Run. Run. Ignore the pain. Ignore the- my leg! The pain! I need to collapse. The pain! I can't stop, it needs to stop creeping up my leg. It hurts. I guess I could sleep for a bit. NO! NO! No! No. No...

Wake up! I need to wake up. Her. She needs my help. Get up. I need to get up. The blood. I'm dying. I don't care. Why should I care? Crawl. That's what I need to do and what I'm doing. Keep going. Don't stop. A little farther. There. The monitor. One more push. Up. Onto the chair. Huh. The pains almost gone. That's good. Oh. I have blood on my hands. That's fine. Just need to type a few things. Doesn't take that long actually. Just four words and some numbers. There. Enter. Done.

I'm done. She's asleep. But it's the emergency power. Schrodinger's cat. Alive and dead. Awake and asleep. Just like me. All until someone opens the box. Not like me. I'm awake and asleep right now. I can see the screen. I'm breathing. But I can barely do anything. No pain. Barely processing words. Slow thoughts. No feeling whatsoever.

Well, my missions over. I wasn't supposed to escape. I was supposed to help destroy that thing. It's done. My eyes are heavy. I know I won't awake. I know it. And I don't care. Everyone's dead. She's all I have left. And she's stuck. I'm closing them now. I'm giving in. No, I'm resting. We won the battle. We won the war. We deserve rest. She'll live. She just needs to be patient. I have no purpose. I can rest now. My eyes are fully closed. My breathing is slowing. I can feel every beat of my heart. It's slowing. Quickly.

I'm smiling. She lives. The things dead. Wait! Caroline's backup. I quickly try to force my eyes open. It takes all my energy. I force my hands to move. I'm running on far less than bare minimum. Two more words. There. I need to click enter.

Why won't my hand move! It needs to move! But I'm so tired. I lower it to my side. I lean my head back and close my eyes. She needs to find this place. She needs to find me and click enter. No. She won't be able to. I must. I force myself one last time and click the button. I smile. The information is going straight to a place only she can find.

My purpose is now complete. Goodbye. Goodbye Cube. Goodbye Chell. Goodbye thing, though I still hate you. Goodbye scientists, though I told you so. Goodbye Cave and Caroline. I took care of your baby like you asked. Goodbye Aperture. Goodbye schizophrenia. Goodbye world.

Yeah. Goodbye cruel, cruel world.


This turned out to be a sort of tribute, don't you think? And sorry if it's kinda weird or confusing. I'm new at writing present first person.