Drey-Wilkins

GLaDOS sighed. "Listen, Cave is the King, Caroline and me are competing for queen, and Wheatley is the Joker. Chell makes a courtesy appearance because the writer feels like it, and it is made clear that Wheatley isn't better than the others just because he gets to be the joker. There, are you happy? I just saved you fifteen minutes of reading some drab boring story."

"Now that's just cruel." GLaDOS shoved her face up close to the camera. "You haven't made a Portal Fan-Fiction in HOW LONG?! Even I'm not that cruel!" Drey shrank back from his computer. "What's happening?!" "You get to work RIGHT NOW and create something readable for those pathetic losers, or I'll hit you with neurotoxin." "Wha-" "DO IT." "Alright! I'll do it!" Drey whimpered as the image of GLaDOS disappeared.

"…And even though the galaxy has suffered a terrible loss, we can take pride in the fact that the losses were not greater. Today, I am proud to introduce the pair that stopped the galactic rampage. Ladies and Gentlemen, Ian Recker and Psyme*." With a nervous lick of his lips, Ian approached the stairs to the stage, climbing them quickly and emerging into the soft lighting that had been used to augment the outdoor presentation. The President was giving him a warm smile that Ian didn't feel like he deserved. So many dead, and here he was being honoured. Ian was sure that the psychiatrist had only cleared him because of some governmental

Chell stopped GLaDOS in the middle of her tour. "You skipped that room. What is it?" "That room is off-limits." GLaDOS spoke softly, and Chell almost didn't hear her. "Why is it off-limits?" "Do you really think that I would tell you? " Chell paused, and then started moving towards the door. "I wouldn't do that." She paused. "And why is that?" "Because." Chell looked up at the wall camera with a look of blank annoyance, and then continued walking towards the door. "I really wouldn't do that." "If you think that's going to make me stop, you're wrong." "I don't expect that to stop you. I expect this to stop you." With only that sen

"I have a secret…" "Oh?" "A BIG secret!" "Oh, how interesting." GlaDOS' eye regarded the little turret with little more than mild amusement. "And what is this 'big' secret?" "I can't tell you. Then it wouldn't be a secret!" The claw holding the turret tightened its grip slightly. "Oh, I think you can " GLaDOS growled. "So go ahead." The turret paused, and then spoke slowly. "Don't make lemonade." "Is that the secret?" The turret paused again. "…No." GLaDOS let out an electronic sigh. "So why won't you tell me the secret?" "Because it's a secret, and I can't tell you." With a noise of disgust, GLaDOS' claw started carr

"Lucile!" The shout emanated through the icy tunnels, bouncing off their rough edges to form a confusingly dissonant echo. "Lucile!!" He was dressed in multiple layers, comprising of a thermal-suit, a woollen shirt and pair of pants, a thick parka, and heavy woollen outer pants. These heavy garments weighed him down considerably, and the man was still dangerously cold. Leon picked up the pace suddenly, erupting into a sprint. "LUCILE!!" He hadn't heard anything. No shouting, or gun shots. That must mean that the attacker did not have a firearm – Lucile had only been carrying a knife on her. Something had happened. Whoever had done

"So what exactly do you suggest?" Doug didn't take his eyes off the simulation, watching the flow of air and temperature through the Portals. "Well, is there any work laid out on the schedule?" Doug waited patiently while she checked on her computer. He already knew the answer. "Everyone gets the night off after the ceremony." "In that case, I have a reservation for two at Cibo Meraviglioso." Doug's mouth twitched in a sly smile while she mulled it over. "Are you surprised?" "Well, I thought that you wouldn't want to do anything after what's happening today." "There might be more than one thing happening today." Doug looked away from th

"Between you and me…" PotaDOS muttered to Chell. "I don't really know anything about this place. I knew it existed, but apart from that – nothing. I'll be honest. It scares me." "Scares you?" Chell looked down at the Potato. "All my life I've known everything. I had internet access until they came, and by then I had a hard copy in my data banks. Wikipedia really is ones best resource – apart from deadly Neurotoxin." Chell nodded slowly. She had been a little girl when she was captured, and had never been ranted the apparent wonder of access to the Internet. "But of all the information in my hard drives – pre loaded, do

GLaDOS's voice came on over the speaker. "I have a riddle for you. What is round, dense, white, and orange?" Chell sighed, trotting along the hard light bridge. "I'll give you a hint. It's one of us." GLaDOS chuckled. She continued testing for a few more seconds. "Now answering? How out of character for you. I suppose I'll just tell you the answer. The answer is-" GLaDOS stopped, and Chell herself stopped moving. What was happening? She stood still, staring at one camera with a look of alarm, on her face. As the silence dragged on into minutes, the expression turned into one of concern. Something had happened to GLaDOS, and if that wa