Prompt Post Round 2
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Behind her, something creaked. On human instinct she turned to look down at where she’d been running, only to stagger back as the stairs she had been climbing slipped into the void. From somewhere above, Chell heard Wheatley chuckle.
“Took you long enough to get here, didn’t you?” He exhaled long and leisurely, and another clear image of him leaning back in GLaDOS’ chair appeared unbidden to her. “But, now, you’re here. No way to go but in. So! Carry on trying to find and kill me, you ungrateful little-“
The intercom cut off, and Chell looked at GLaDOS.
If the AI could’ve, she would have shrugged her shoulders. “It’s clearly a trap, but we don’t have much of a choice right now.”
Automatically Chell glanced at the floor. White, clearly capable of holding a portal. Chell then glanced above her. A-ha! She grinned. A nice little platform, just waiting for her to portal up there. Chell then paused, looking between the door before her, and the platform above her. Chell looked at the potato again.
GLaDOS didn’t speak. Chell took the chance. She portaled the wall above the platform, then hit the floor with another portal. She poked her head through the portal, glancing around the area to make sure she’d land correctly. Then, with one more glance at the door, she jumped through.
She found herself standing on more grating, in front of another door. Chell paused a moment, waiting for Wheatley to say something… Or crumble the platform she was standing on. Actually, why hadn’t he crumbled the stairs when she was climbing up them? Why did he go to all the trouble of creating a trap by destroying the stairs instead of killing her the moment he realized she wanted to take away his power?
This was suddenly seeming like a very, very bad idea. She just couldn’t figure out why.
“Be careful, Chell.” GLaDOS said. “Something’s not right about this.”
Chell nodded, then turned towards the door. She walked up to it, her boots echoing in the stairwell. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she suddenly froze. What if the door was locked? Admittedly, none of the other doors in this place were locked, but what if Wheatley wanted to lure her up here, wait till she got her hopes up, and then killed her?
She took the chance. She turned the knob, it moved, and slowly, Chell opened the door.
Wheatley gave her a bright, devious grin.
“Hey~” He said, winking under his safety visor.
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And you're right, he is a stupid sexy evil heartbreaker moron.
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The doorknob turned. From behind the door, Wheatley said, “Hey, relax, it’s just me. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of little ol’ Wheatley already~”
As his chuckles echoed in Chell’s ears, the woman didn’t waste another moment. She dove for the portal she’d left up by the door and landed on the original platform. Above her, the door opened, and Wheatley called out, “You really don’t want to go in there… You aren’t gonna like what you fiiiiiiind~”
Chell ran inside anyway.
It was dark. Chell slowed her run to a walk. She glanced around the room, doing her usual customary scan of the premises, then looked up. There were three platforms above her, each growing smaller as they went higher, the top one connected to the wall in a manner that gave Chell an unreasonable amount of hope. She forced that to the side as she stepped farther into the room.
Something bright lunged at her from the side and she yelped, dodging out of the way. She landed on her hands and knees, and inhaled. The thing that had lunged at her let out a human growl, and she rolled out of the way as it lunged. She forced herself to her feet and stood in a ready position, searching the darkness for what attacked her.
Something slammed into her back, knocking Chell to the floor. Chell let out another cry, and with strength she hadn’t realized she still had, rolled onto her back, bringing her attacker along with it. Distantly she realized that at some point she’d dropped GLaDOS, that much was obvious from her angry screams, but the portal gun couldn’t help her now. She stood, then yelped as the bright being lunged at her again, bringing her back to the ground. Clenching her eyes shut to block out the brilliant light the being was emitting, Chell balled her hand into a fist.
Something warm clutched her right breast under her still soaked shirt. Chell’s mind ground to a halt.
The warm… Hand? It had to be a hand, rotated her breast in a gentle circle, causing the slender woman to arch off the floor in surprise and… That lightning in her veins… The being chuckled, and moved its hand away from her breast. Two nimble fingers trailed over her breast, as if searching for something. Chell inhaled sharper as the fingers found her partially erect nipple, then gasped as they began to play with it, rubbing it, circling it, even pulling on it a little. Chell found herself arching and gasping under the warm hands. Her fisted hand fell back down over her head, grasping at nothing. Without realizing it, Chell let out a little moan, her lips parting in a content sight. This was…
“STOP THAT NOW!” GLaDOS shouted. Chell snapped back to reality. What was she doing?! Being touched in a Bad Place by some… Some kind of energy… Chell cracked her eyes open a little, trying to see who or what was touching her like some kind of…
Wheatley.
Chell’s knee buried itself in the stomach of Wheatley’s image. With a grunt the glowing copycat vanished, and Chell rolled to grab the portal gun. As she stood up from her crouch, the lights came on.
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“You were using experimental, untested Hard Light Hologram technology to molest her,” GLaDOS nearly shouted. “Look at what you did to her clothes! You would have set them on fire and her along with them if she hadn’t been still wet, you moron!”
“I! AM NOT! A MORON!” Wheatley shouted, getting even closer to the screen he was watching them from. Chell ignored him, secretly thankful he wasn’t shouting that at her. She chose to examine what he did to her clothes instead-- oh my god. The blood drained from her face. Her clothes were scorched wherever the… hologram had touched her. The shirt covering her breast he had been so tenderly caressing was so burnt it almost fell apart when she poked it. Chell gulped. Had it not been for her bra, that would have…
“Besides, I’m not so rude to as to use potentially dangerous technology that’s might possibly set someone on fire without some kind of lubricant on hand…” He looked suggestively to the side of the screen, and Chell obediently followed his gaze. She blinked at the sight of the dripping tube of conversion gel and the pool of hardened white fluid underneath it. Chell tilted her head to the side. There was a metaphor in there somewhere that she wasn’t capable of picking up at the moment, so she put it aside for the moment.
GLaDOS, if she was capable of it, probably would have facepalmed at the comment and visual. “The conversion gel? Really? For all you know that’s flammable too!”
A faux innocent look crossed Wheatley’s face, and he shifted in his throne enough to prop his chin up on the armrest. “Conversion gel? Is that what you call it? Funny, I could have sworn it had another na-“
“Wheatley,” GLaDOS said.
Wheatley scowled, giving the potato a look that suggested to Chell he was planning on making mashed potatoes very soon. She cupped the top of the potato protectively, avoiding the metal spike the potato was stuck on, and gave Wheatley a carefully blank expression. For the first time Wheatley seemed to notice her, and he groaned, swinging a long leg over the side of the throne.
“You’re just jealous I thought of it first,” Wheatley said.
For the first time in a long time, Chell was struck dumb. She once again broke her blank expression, tilting her head to the side as if to ask him ‘WHY?!’
GLaDOS didn’t say anything for a very long moment. “That’s not the point!” She finally shouted, and Chell forced the blank expression back on her face.
She really didn’t need to know that about GLaDOS…
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(Time skip)
HOLY COW how long have I been out? Yeah, I'm sending this message and going to bed for real, it's only almost six. ._. G'night everyone who reads this message...
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It's totally about 4:30 here. I was planning on sleeping early. Heck even my nocturnal brother has gone to bed...
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Where... is... the rest of it!?
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The first problem is, well, I've hit a block. The reason for that is the second problem: I had a nice outline in my head for this story and then that stupid sexy heartbreaker moron Wheatley screwed it all up. Now I have no idea how to end this without it being a horrible anti-climax or being near impossible to write. This is a pit I've climbed out of before, however, I just need to keep writing.
The other problem is a bit... harder to get through. My family switched to Comcast-based internet a few months back because it was cheaper and faster. Yeah, it's also VERY unreliable. It dies occasionally and about once a month, for a few days it almost doesn't work. It took three minutes for this page to load completely, not including it getting pissy at me when I tried to click this window and went 'not responding', so I had to wait another thirty seconds for it to calm down. It would've taken less than three seconds for it to load had it wanted to work. I shit you not. Luckily it worked long enough for me to rip the song I was using for background music off of Youtube, so there's that.
Now... Back to trying to break the block.
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good luck with your block then. I hate it when it happens to me.
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Also, Mr. Capcha? I DON'T TYPE IN HEBREW! Seriously, that doesn't even look like a word down there... *refreshes*
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It's funny and full of action and you indeed keep Chell in character. As for Wheatley. I like his swings from "pretty please" to "smashy smashy" XD I hope that makes sense what I wrote :]
haha,
my capcha says: aceping alcohol. almost like "Accepting"
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I laughed, quite a bit and was also turned on. Quite a bit. So brilliantly done.
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