Prompt Post Round 1
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It was a terrible idea from its inception. One of the worst things they could have done. Chell blamed panic and fatigue for following the plan in the first place, though even with that she struggled to justify such idiocy. After all, why attempt to escape your constant prison and leave forever when you could instead directly confront the horribly powerful computer that had recently devoted herself to systematically torturing you, in addition to almost killing you on several occasions? And what were the odds that a being whose brain was larger than most houses could possibly outsmart a human and a robot caretaker? No, apparently she didn't enjoy living that much. She could vaguely hear GLaDOS claiming that Wheatley was intentionally constructed to make the worst possible decisions, and despite everything she was inclined to believe her.
Wheatley... he was lucky the first time the monster had him, but still strapped into that control panel and without any rails he was completely powerless against her. The last Chell saw of the sphere was him being taunted and mocked by GLaDOS, his casing rattling in fear, before he was lowered into one of the recesses beneath her chamber, shouting desperately for her to pull him out, which she was unable to do. Electrocution hurt, and her muscles refused to obey any command aside from random twitching, leaving Chell no option but to simply watch as the aperture above the recess closed, silencing Wheatley's pleas. And leaving her, yet again, alone with her torturer.
"Well wasn't that fun. Not for you of course, but a little unexpected excitement is occasionally something I enjoy. And nobody murdered me, which is always a plus." The colossal machine swiveled towards Chell, its single yellow eye glaring through her. "Not that you would know anything about that."
Her lungs beginning to stop burning and some feeling returning to her aching limbs, Chell slowly rose from her prone position on the floor, half-kneeling while adjusting her grip on the portal gun which she miraculously hadn't lost in the blast. Risking a glance to the nearby Stalemate Resolution Annex confirmed what she had suspected, the button and surrounding walls cracked and cratered and generally non-functional, several large sparks still arcing between panels and exposed mechanics. If there is anything her experiences in this hell should have taught her, it's that GLaDOS knew how to build a trap.
"I must say, I’m rather disappointed in you. Even if I didn’t prepare for the possibility of the single method in existence of removing my control of this facility being used against me, all you would have succeeded in doing is putting that little idiot in charge. And trust me, you wouldn’t want that."
Anger. Anger was good, anger was familiar, anger was something she could work with. It drove her to kill the monster the first time, maybe it could work again. There still weren't any surfaces that would work with the portal gun, but for all her planning GLaDOS was obviously out of ideas for the moment, giving Chell time to... something. Pry open a panel and squeeze through, activate one of those lifts, invent her own portal surfaces. Briefly she considered simply ripping off a piece of scaffolding and beating her to scrap with it, before realising that as appealing as that was she was a bit too high off of the ground for that. Movement generally helped her think, so once she was reasonably sure she had relatively good control of her muscles again she rose from her crouch and darted to the left, intending to circle around her while still keeping her in her sights.
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