>>14973713

Gladys smiled through gritted teeth at Chell, extending a hand to shake before the wild girl pulled her into a hug. Gladys's skin crawled with the revulsion, and she quickly dusted herself down the moment she could get away.

"Chell. How've you been?" She asked with barely concealed hatred. Years of humiliation flooded back. To others, it would have been silly, but not to Gladys. Before her stood the cheerful girl who had shattered her confidence.

"Good..." Gladys nodded, maintaining her delicate politeness.

"I've been doing fine as well." She smiled, hoping to stand confident before her one-time conqueror. "Much the same as I was years ago. I still make models. Still sing. Still devise the best puzzles in the world." The cocky laugh she rewarded herself with turned to ice in her throat as Chell just grinned.

"I've still not forgiven you for last time." Gladys joked. At least, it sounded like she was joking. "But I'm sure we can put that behind us." She smiled so pleasantly, turning and starting to walk. When Chell was out of view, she scowled, and permitted herself to let slip a quiet, vitriolic murmur.

"You monster..."

She fumed quietly, as Chell informed her of everything that had happened between the intervening years, grinning and nodding as she wished she could turn her hate into a laser singe out Chell's retinas. Then, somehow, the topic turned back to those old games... And Gladys got an idea.

"If you'd like another game, we can play tomorrow. It'll be at my Dad's place, though. I'm sure we can get the old gang back together. As long as you don't mind dealing with my little half-brother..." She suggested. Chell shook her head, smiled, and Gladys felt a surge of delight.

"Excellent! I'll see you then." She agreed, parting ways with Chell, and returning home.

In her room, that night, Gladys chuckled. Years of adjusting, planning, upgrading... Chell would never win this time...

Go on....

>>14973825

Gladys had spent years waiting for this moment. In some part of her mind, she knew this day had to come eventually. She had spent so much time preparing for it. She even put on her old DMing outfit. It still fit...

"So, um. Uh. Sis. I was just thinking. Pondering. Not doing much. And I was hoping, maybe, you wouldn't mind if I played with you guys tonight?" Wheatley asked, looking up at Gladys as she carefully prepared for the evening's entertainment. Tile sets she'd spent ages making by hand, custom character models she'd sculpted and painted herself... She even had her own dice. She put out the dozens of little turret models she'd carefully pieced together with tweezers, and hummed that little ditty she'd made when she'd first thought of this campaign, for just this occasion.

"No, moron. I've been preparing this for a very long time, and I will not-!" Gladys began, before Wheatley interrupted her.

"Caaaaave!"

Gladys winced and froze. She heard the heavy footsteps of her father coming downstairs.

"Gladys, are you being mean to Wheatley again?" Her father asked, as he stood in the stairway to the basement.

"No, Dad." She answered simply.

"She won't let me play!" Wheatley moaned. Cave frowned at Gladys. She didn't even need to look at him to see, her head sinking down as she leaned on the table to support herself.

"Gladys, what've I told you?" Cave asked.

"But-!" She began to interject, to no avail.

"Gladys, that's not how the Johnsons deal with their problems! Has Wheatley ever played with you before?" Her father asked. Wheatley hadn't, of course; she'd never let him.

>>14973988


"No, but-!" She attempted to speak up again in her defense, but to no avail.

"Gladys, you can't just say no to things all the time! When a Johnson encounters something new, they dont' shy away from it!" Cave's voice was always so firm when it came to matters like this. There was no arguing with him. "Where would your great-grandfather, Abraham Johnson, have been," he continued, "if he had shyed away from experimenting with uranium?"

"Probably not dead from cancerous tumours." Gladys said with a roll of her eyes.

"Right, but he'd also never have become a great scientist and figured out how to build a nuclear-powered watch! Thing didn't sell, but, damnit, he invented it! Now let your brother play your game!"

Gladys opened her mouth, but said nothing, simply nodding. Maybe her father was right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

"Can I be a dragon!?" Wheatley asked.

The cracking sound Wheatley heard next was several little turrets breaking under the weight of Gladys's rage.

Not to stop your really awesome story or anything, because you really do need to continue, but is Wheatley even an actual first name? I've seen it as a last name, but never a first.

Please don't tell me it's over

>>14974001

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Gladys couldn't sit, too anxious. She would not start the game without Chell; Chell was all that occupied her thoughts at the moment.

Almost, anyway.

The other players had already arrived. Rick sat at the end of the table. The first game had ended when he was in mid-puberty, but he was more mature now, and a lot bigger. No longer foaming at the mouth, he was much more interested in high adventure than killing things. She just wished he wouldn't look at her ass so often.

Christen had left the group a while back, but her little brother had taken her place. Apparently ADHD ran in the family, though, and he never stopped talking about space, or his homebrew space setting for the game.

And, of course, there was Thomas. He was like Gladys; intelligent and aloof. He'd gotten over his baking phase, and was now a tall, gawky math geek. Whenever they did fantasy campaigns, his characters were more like accountants than wizards.

And then there was Wheatley. She'd agreed to let him play with the others. She'd given him one of her sphere models to play as, and he'd seemed quite content with that, and had spent the last few hours, nose in the book, trying to learn the rules.

Gladys chewed her lip.

The doorbell rang, and her heart raced.

It was showtime.

>>14974035

(If it hurts your suspension of disbelief, Wheatley could have kept his mother's name)

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"You find yourself in a hotel room." Gladys announced to Chell, after she'd gotten the others working on their own little sidequests through the facility.

"An announcement indicates it's time for your exercise routine."

There was a roll of the dice.

"... What do you mean you go back to sleep?" Gladys asked, quirking a brow. Would it really be that easy? Chell would die in her sleep, as the power failed, and her pod would be the first to be deactivated.

"Alright. The power fails while you're in cryo-sleep. As subject 1400, your chamber is the first to have life support cut. You-" Gladys began, only to be stopped by Thomas.

"No she isn't."

Gladys paused.

"What?"

"My scientist character, when we played that aftermath game. He made Chell Subject 1 in the computers, remember?"

"Oh." Gladys blinked. No, it wouldn't be that easy, would it? She sighed. "Right, right."

"Can I go find her?" Wheatley asked.

"What?" Gladys blinked in surprise.

"Can I go find her? It says in the rules, spheres with a Class II mobility system can move about the facility on the tracks." Wheatley explained, trying to shove the book to her face. Gladys swatted it away. She knew the rules better than anyone.

"Fine. You can search for her. Do a roll and see how many years it takes you to find her." Gladys said with a shrug.

>>14974264

"I... Uh... I got a nine." Wheatley answered her as his dice came to a stop.

"Wheatley, that's a six." Gladys gently explained.

"No, see? Nine." He said, holding it up.

"It's a six-sided dice, Wheatley, it only goes up to six." She replied.

Wheatley smirked, holding the dice up to her face until it was near her nose. "Then how do you explain my six, then, hm? Ms. Science-face? See? Nine!" He asked triumphantly.

"That's a six, stupid, you're holding it upside down!" Gladys snapped, swatting his hand away.

"Oh." Wheatley answered, looking at the dice, as if perplexed. Carefully, he turned it over in his hand. "Oh, oh, OH! Now I see. Yes. Yes, it's a six. Yes."

Gladys buried her face in her palm, and shook her head. This would be a long evening.

>>14974268

>explain my nine*

So Portal 1&2 were tabletop games?

Huh. Interesting.

Goddammit

I'm starting to wish this was a real game
Fuck your story and fuck you OP for adding yet another impossible fantasy to the pile ;_;

>Portal 2 analyzed in terms of human relationships
Oh god yes please moar

F5'ing like a motherfucker

>>14974268

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"Alright, you're in the main breaker room." Gladys informed Chell and Wheatley.

Wheatley scanned the rules, looking for the solution. They were so close to the escape... "Look for a switch that says escape pod. Okay? Don't touch anything else, not interested in anything else, don't touch anything else, don't even look at anything else, just - well, obviously you have to look at anything else to find the escape pod, but don't touch anything else, don't look at-... Well, you understand."

Chell rolled her dice to search while Wheatley blathered. Far too low, but, then, the odds were stacked against them.

"Hang on," Wheatley smiled, getting an idea, "plug me in and I'll turn on the lights. That'll get us a circumstance bonus."

Chell nodded. GLaDOS made the hacking roll. A natural 1.

"The lights come on..." Gladys almost purred.

"Alright, let there be light!" Wheatley cheered. "Heh... God, I'm quoting there."

"... And you start moving up." Gladys finished, grinning wickedly. "You start flipping the switches as you move up. You begin to activate... The Supercomputer!"

Wheatley paled, but Chell just remained unfazed. Gladys began to frown.

"I hack the computer to stop the power up!" Wheatley blurted out.

"It's too late!" Gladys replied sharply.

"No fair! The rules say I get to make a counter-hacking attempt!" Wheatley whined.

"But you got a natural 1! That means bad stuff happens, so the Supercomputer is activating!" Gladys replied, firmly enforcing her fiat.

"That's not fair!" Wheatley whined.

"Well, too bad." Gladys shrugged. "The Supercomputer begins to wake up."

"I want to counterhack!" Wheatley repeated, rolling despite the ruling.

"I said no, Wheatley! That's my ruling." Gladys repeated.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Wheatley stamped his hands on the table. Gladys twitched.

>>14974516


"Fine! You try and hack the Supercomputer! You fail! It rips you out of the console and crushes you! You're dead! Game over!" Gladys shouted.

Wheatley's eyes teared up. He sniffled. Knocking over his chair, he ran out of the room and up the stairs, bawling all the way.

Everyone stared at Gladys as an awkward silence descended on the room. She took a deep breath, sighed, and brushed her hair back into place.

"So," she smiled, "shall we begin the tests?"

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(Sorry some of these take so long)

Nice. Original thread >>14970952 if anyone's interested.

While I appreciate the effort, and admire the writing... the whole "Portal 2 analyzed in terms of human relationships" thing just... doesn't -do- anything for me.

But carry on.

Awesomeness.

>>14974530

The game continued as it normally did, everyone doing their thing in their own way. Each player tried to sort out the puzzles Gladys placed out in front of them, in a race to get to the Supercomputer and defeat it so that they could escape. That was how the game went, after all.

"Gladys!" Cave called as he descended the stairs. Gladys gave a heavy sigh. She knew what was coming.

"Gladys, did you kill Wheatley in the game?" Cave asked.

"Yeees, daaad..." She sighed, resting her head in her hand with a groan.

"Gladys..." Cave reproached her gently in a fatherly tone.

"Dad, he broke the rules and argued with me over them." Gladys said simply, able to defend herself more calmly this time; she had grounds to do so, she was right.

"I see..." Cave nodded. "Well, in that case, if he promises to play by the rules, will you let him back in the game?"

Gladys grumbled, about to say no, but the looks from her players were all too sympathetic to say no. If she wanted Chell to keep playing, she had to say yes...

"Fine..." She relented.

"Wheatley!" Cave called up the stairs. The boy came running down as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Do you promise to play by the rules if they let you back in?" He asked. Wheatley nodded. "Okay then. Go on." Cave nodded, and walked away.

Gladys just stared at Wheatley, chewing on her lip, before giving up and gesturing for him to take his place.

As long as she had Chell doing puzzles, that was what mattered...

About how old is everyone? 14-16 I'm guessing?

I am liking this. Do continue.

Supposedly Gladys is a variant of Claudia; welsh.

>>14974624

As much as she hated to admit it, she was glad Wheatley was back; he was just competent enough to get Chell out of the nice, safe tests and into the line of danger. Pitch-black gangways and industrial cutting tools were ten times as deadly as the weak thermal discouragement beams she'd devised for some of the tests. She even wondered what they were up to as they reshaped tiles and whispered to Chell certain actions to take. They even wrote things down for later without showing her. It was cute that they thought they could win...

"I honestly, truly didn't think you'd fall for that." Gladys chuckled, as Chell fell into what was honestly the silliest trap she had ever thought of.

"In fact, I devised a much more elaborate trap further on for when you got past this easy one."

She then began to deploy the turrets.

"What do you mean, I can't use these?" Gladys asked, as Chell shook her head. She unveiled the first slip of paper they'd written: Replace good turret template with broken turret template. Gladys rolled for malfunctions. Explodes... Well, still no harm...

"Alright, in that case, it's time for an old friend of yours: Deadly neurotoxin." Gladys smiled. The smile vanished, however, when Chell showed the second piece of paper.

"Well, I guess, then, that we're just going to sit here until one of the characters dies of starvation..." She sighed, feeling only mildly frustrated. Chell only had a portal gun, after all...

"Actually," Thomas spoke up, as he returned from the fridge with a new soda, "what's the Supercomputer's core corruption?" He asked.

"Eighty percent, what's that got to do with anything? It's not interfering with operations." Gladys reasoned.

"Yeah, but there's a new core in the room. Wheatley went through the gas chute, remember? That means that he can get the system to replace his core with yours and take control of the facility."

Gladys's face went white.

Well... Whiter.

>>14974713

"Don't press that button!" Gladys hissed.

"Press it!" Wheatley barked, imploring Chell to press the resolution button. Gladys threw the trap up. Wheatley rolled to hack. He couldn't beat her, but he slowed her.

Chell rolled.

"AAAAAAGH!" Gladys shrieked, and slammed her head into the table. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening! Not again! She'd put years of work into this! It wasn't fair!

Wheatley laughed. Chell smiled. Everyone else stared in concern.

"Alright..." Gladys whimpered. "You win. You're the Supercomputer now, Wheatley..." She whined, restraining sobs behind the Aperture Science brand dice roll concealment screen.

"Yes!" Wheatley cheered, jumping up and dancing. "Do you have any idea how good this feels!?" He laughed, grinning eagerly. Then he stopped.

"Wait a second..." He said as a thought came to him. "I'm... The Supercomputer... That doesn't mean the game has to end, right?" He began to grin wickedly; that same wicked grin Gladys got when she was being devious. The family resemblance was uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" Gladys sniffled, lifting her head up. "You're free. You can leave."

"Well, yeah..." Wheatley said with a smile. "But do you have any idea how long I've wanted to play? I'm the Supercomputer now. We don't have to stop just yet..."

"Wheatley, you couldn't run this game!" Gladys hissed. "You're a moron! If the best minds in the world came together to create a moron, the result would be you!" She snapped.

"A moron!?" Wheatley growled right back. Reaching down, he snapped the head off Gladys's perfectly painted Supercomputer model, and ran to his school science project, a potato battery, and ground the ltitle plastic object into the spud. Gladys shrieked in almost pained agony once more, while Wheatley crudely affixed the little sphere model for his character onto the Supercomputer.

Take your time

>>14974888

"Now you're a player, Gladys! And you're in a potato battery! You are a kids toy! The rules say you can't even take more than a speaking action a turn!" Wheatley laughed triumphantly. Gladys went over the edge.

"FINE!" She shouted, rising to her feet. "If you want to be the Supercomputer so badly, you can damn well be it! Moron!"

As she stormed out the basement, Gladys controlled herself to slow, heavy stomps of her feet, until she was up to her room. She closed the door. She let out her held breath.

And then she sank to the ground and began to cry.

>>14974922
Some people take D&D WAY too seriously.

>>14974967
Eh, this is but one of many outlooks on the events in Portal/Portal 2.

Wait, don't tell me it ends there!

>>14975029
This is a very good story, and I agree with you, but the more I try to think about pronouncing your name, the more WIS and INT I lose.

So when does the Chell, Gladys romance start?

Dad, I'm in space.

>>14974922

Gladys hadn't been the first person in her family to play Portals & Paradigms. She'd gotten a first edition set from her father, that he'd played in his college days. As it turned out, he'd kept all those old maps, and Wheatley knew the rules enough to play it. Cave's old game tiles were all there to play with, along with little written records from the games that Wheatley occasionally read out for effect. The game went on without its original designer.

"Gladys?" Cave asked, knocking at the door. Gladys sat in her room, her neatly arranged room. It was very carefully set in order, nothing out of place. She sat on her bed, pillow clutched to her chest, tears staining her cheeks.

"Gladys, honey, are you okay?" He asked, as he gently entered the room. She didn't answer him, simply sobbing into the pillow.

"Gladys, sweetheart, what's the matter?" He asked, as he approached, and sat down beside her. He placed an arm around her, held her close, and she finally began to speak up.

"Dad, Wheatley... He..." She sobbed, her throat catching. "He... He and Chell won... They beat my designs... And then, he broke my model, and took over!" She whimpered, looking away in shame. "I know it's stupid and all..." She said, wiping her tears. "It's just a game, I should be able to put it in perspective..."

"Gladys..." Cave cooed gently. "You're a very smart girl. It is just a game, at the end of the day..." His words left Gladys nodding in agreement. She supposed that was-

"But, then again, so's the fucking Superbowl!" Cave continued. Gladys's self-pity was interrupted by his words. "If something means a lot to you in life, if it's a game or a hobby or a career or a dream, you pursue it with all you've got, obstacles be damned!"

"When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade, make life take the lemons back!" He declared. "Yeah!" Gladys smiled, a reflection of his enthusiasm on her face.

I think I love you, OP. Write faster!

>>14975103
You make combustible lemons and go burn down life's HOUSE!

>>14975103
>"But, then again, so's the fucking Superbowl!"
lol'd. You're an excellent writer.

>>14975103

"Get mad!" Cave jumped to his feet.

"Yeah!" Gladys nodded, shuffling after him, a smile starting to appear.

"I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these!?"

"Yeah, take the lemons!"

"Demand to see life's manager!"

"Yeah!"

"Make life rue the day it thought it could give a Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am!? I'm the man who's going to burn life's house down, with lemons!"

Gladys's enthusiasm didn't waver, even as the metaphor began to stretch. By the time he was done, Gladys hugged her father, a rare gesture from her.

"Now, honey, if the game's changed, then you don't stop playing! You show the people who tried to mess with you who they're messing with!" Cave shook Gladys a bit by the shoulders. She smiled up at him, with that same vitality her mother had, before she'd caught him sniffing "moon rocks' and the shower curtain business had failed.

Gladys hugged Cave again, before racing downstairs.

But... Gladys had said she was worried about her father's Temper

I dont want to think about a Abusive Father Cave...
Or is it that Cave is the Step father of Gladys

>>14975224
Caroline and Cave were Gladys' parents, Caroline left aparently. Chell's her 'friend' from next door. Not sure who's Gladys' step-mom.

The original thread suggested that Chell and Gladys were step-sisters but I suppose that got jossed.

Dude, I am loving this SO FUCKING MUCH right now, and I'm not even high!

If you don't finish this OP, I will find you.

And I will kill you.

anyone up for archiving this thread and the last one?

>>14975199
>sniffing "moon rocks"

Oh god. It makes sense now.

>>14975282
Done
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14973713/

>>14975199

(I really appreciate all the compliments, I'm glad everyone's enjoying so far. Also, as an answer to the temper thing, Cave's hot-blooded. He has a temper. Case in point: Lemons.)

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Gladys returned to the table, finding Chell in the middle of escaping from the old tile set Cave had played. Even Dad's old designs weren't slowing her down.

Gladys couldn't really contribute to the game much; the rules forbade her from revealing any knowledge she had about the tests, so she plotted. She was forced to sit there, fuming silently and glaring at Wheatley.

She was planning.

It was a different sensation, being on this side of the table. She found herself plotting ways around the designs, but even she wasn't as fast or as far-sighted as Chell's almost instinctual grasp on how to pass the puzzles. Level by level, she advanced.

A stranger sensation came when she realized that her hatred for Wheatley was also causing her to do something else very different...

She was rooting for Chell.

Gladys felt nauseous for a moment. At first, at least.

>>14975336

Bueno...

The time for sweet sweet lesbian Gladys is almost at hand

Side note, whatever happened to Thomas and Rattmann?

>>14975336
OP clone yourself and finish the entire work now.

>>14975336

Gladys watched as Chell passed through every level of their father's tiles, until, finally, she was back at the surface. That would be it, Gladys figured. Wheatley would be forced to admit defeat, then, and she could go back to being Supercomputer when he realized he didn't know how to run the game. He had no tiles of his own, after all, and-

"Wheatley, those are my tiles!" Gladys gasped, as she saw him lay down the new pieces.

"No they're not. These came with the game." Wheatley said simply.

"Those did, but not those!" Gladys pointed at the tiles she had carefully made by hand.

"Hey, though, it's not the same test, though, now, is it?" Wheatley shrugged his shoulders. "See? This tile here, that's new." He said, pointing at the different door tile.

Gladys shuddered, closing her eyes as she swallowed her rage. She jumped a little as a hand patted her on the shoulder. She squirmed away from Chell, who just smiled, shrugged, and proceeded to solve Wheatley's ham-fistedly built creations.

Gladys just continued to look at Chell funny for a moment, before going back to trying to figure out a way to beat Wheatley.

"Well, I'm dead." Rick declared, replacing his test subject piece with a personality core. The rules dictated, players who failed to reach the Supercomputer became NPCs. Already, Mark, Christen's little brother, and Thomas had lost their pieces, and were distracted with other things.

Gladys looked at the cores. Suddenly, an epiphany struck. Brilliant. Really, she was brilliant...

>>14975493
Delaying my sleep for you OP. This is too entertaining.

>>14975493

Gladys sat beside Chell, staring intently at the tiles. Watching Wheatley butcher her creations was maddening; like having her fingernails pulled out, one by one. He had even attempted to construct some pathetic little houserule creations of his own, by mashing together the turrets she had snapped earlier with one of the cubes. It was insanity!

"Oh, come on! You should be having a harder time than this!" Wheatley griped, as he watched Chell almost fly through each puzzle. "You can't be serious, honestly!"

"To be perfectly honest, testing puzzles is a bit euphoric." Gladys admitted quietly to Chell. "When people beat them over and over, though, it starts to wear off pretty quickly. If people can't solve them, there's no rush. If they do it too quickly, it gets... Frustrating." She explained. "It never bothered me, I was in it for the fun of the game, but for those without the intellect to push past it..." She murmured, glaring at Wheatley.

Chell smiled knowingly at Gladys, which just made her frown and watch and wait. It wouldn't be long now. Wheatley was already starting to run out of tiles; he was resorting to the back areas already, after all.

For Gladys, the end couldn't come too soon anyway. The way Chell smiled whenever Gladys said something to her made the pale girl feel a little strange...

>>14975621
AND here comes the lesbian sex.

>>14975692
Not yet! that happens after she rescued Chell from the moon.

I was here when this conceptualization thread came up. I have been awaiting it since. FUCKING MOAR

Chell is an idiot savant

Just tossing that out there

>>14975692
Probably after game... otherwise it would be awkward.

Shit, I go away for a few hours and you guys actually got this most of the way through. I'm really impressed, I thought this would die like so many other awesome things.

>>14975712
>>14975692
> implying she isn't just going to want Chell gone.

>>14975621

(Sheesh, is it past midnight already? Good thing we're nearing the end...)

"Guys, it's getting late. My Mom's gonna have to pick me up soon." Mark said, speaking up as he doodled a drawing of his character in space, making a witty joke about space, and somehow shouting it out to an audience, which appeared to be space.

"Right. We're on a timer, it seems..." Gladys mumbled to herself. "We better get this done before this facility gets taken apart." She was able to get out a laugh, before she winced, as Wheatley crudely tried to ram the pieces of her tiles together, crumpling and bending them to create "new" puzzles. Inside, Gladys was screaming a little. She hated Wheatley more than anyone right now, and...

And that included Chell.

They were getting close to the end, very close. They were right outside the Supercomputer chamber. It wouldn't be long now...

"Look," Gladys whispered to Chell, "I know you probably don't want to put me back. You're probably thinking I'll betray you, and on any other day, you'd be right, but... Well... For once, I don't hear this little voice telling me to kill you."

She blushed and laughed a little, genuinely laughed, as she made the statement. "I'm sorry, that must've sounded really crazy, huh? Seems like there's really something wrong with me." Chell just smirked and nodded.

With that, Chell moved her piece into the final chamber.

It was time to end this.

>>14975732
>Implying she won't feel guilty
>[REDACTED]

>>14975734

Gladys was glad she'd decided to keep the defective core tile attached to the Supercomputer chamber. The plan would work. Chell played her part. If it was anyone else, Wheatley's astonishingly uncharacteristic streak of intelligence would have killed them, but Chell's bizarre combination of intellect and dumb luck left her succeeding where others would have failed.

Well, that and Wheatley had chosen to import the old tile set, and was forced to put in at least one goo tile. Apparently he used up all his intellect on the other tricks, which was why he put in the white goo. It didn't take long for him to fall right into their trap.

"Space. Space. Going to go to space." Mark muttered over and over, smiling eagerly, knowing that Gladys had promised, after much bugging, that their next game would take place in the space setting.

"Okay! We get it! You! Space! Sheeeesh!" Rick groaned, getting rather annoyed after hours of this thinking out loud.

"Hey!" Thomas called out as he browsed the internet on his smart phone. "Apparently William Shakespeare didn't exist. His plays were written in 1589 by Francis Bacon, who used a ouija board to enslave play-writing ghosts."

"Where are you getting these facts?" Rick asked, still rather tense from Mark's rambling.

"Wikipedia." Thomas replied simply.

"Hey, guys, my Mom's gonna be here any minute." Mark spoke up. "We gotta finish this fast."

"Fine." Wheatley agreed. "How long?"

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Five minutes?"

"I'll time it." Thomas called out, setting up the timer.

"What? Hey, come on-" Wheatley was about to interject.

"Stop wasting time! Just play it!" Gladys shook her head, and they all focused. As Chell attached the last of the cores, Gladys smiled and held up the sheet of paper she'd been using to pass plans back and forth to Wheatley.

Core corruption, 100%.

>>14975867
My body is ready.

>>14975867

Gladys was not expecting Wheatley to pull one smart move. She could never have expected a second. She held her breath, as damage was rolled, Chell realing from the explosion as she was hurled from the button room.

"What!?" Wheatley gaped. "Are you still alive!?" It was impossible, but, by luck alone, Chell had survived a dozen point blank explosions. Whatever blessings were upon her, they were very strong at that moment. The time limit was approaching. The facility was falling apart from the battle. It seemed like it would be a draw, and...

"What do you mean, you shoot a portal to the Moon!?" Wheatley asked, looking at Chell in disbelief. Gladys was in as much shock as Wheatley but... Well, it was valid; anything coated in moon rocks was valid, so why not the Moon itself? It was brilliant!

"Wait, so we're in space!?" Mark gasped.

"Yeah, idiot here is going to get us all pulled into space!"

"I detatch and go off into space!" Mark giggled with glee.

"Great, well, now we're all going to die and I have no idea how to fix this!" Wheatley huffed, crossing his arms.

Dice clattered on the table.

Natural 20.

"I've already fixed it." Gladys said coldly. "And you are not going to survive."

With a gesture, she removed Wheatley's core from the Supercomputer model, tossing it aside, and applied polymer cement to it, placing her cleaned module back onto it.

"Wait... Does Chell survive?" Rick asked.

Gladys felt her throat catch. She hadn't thought of that... She looked to Chell, worried. A roll. Relief surged through her as she saw Chell had indeed survived...

"Good... You're unconscious, but alive..." Gladys smiled. Everyone cheered for a moment. Then Gladys's smiled turned into a wicked grin.

"And at my mercy..."

>>14975956
Wait a minute.

Robots don't feel mercy.

ROBOTS DON'T FEEL MERCY!

>"And at my mercy..."

inb4 lesbians in spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaceeeeeeee

THAT HAD BETTER NOT BE THE END OP OR I WILL CUT YOU

OP. Yes, you. Can I call you OP?

Its been 10 goddamn minutes since the last part of this fucking story. It is very late, and I have a job to do in the morning. I am tired.

I NEED TO KNOW HOW THIS STORY ENDS, OR I WILL LOBOTOMIZE MYSELF WITH A FUCKING PENCIL. DO THE RIGHT THING OP, LEST YOU BE CHARGED WITH MURDER. FUCK.

>>14976082
Go to bed and check the archives tomorrow.
jeez.

This is a magical read. Thank you, OP.

>>14976082
See the good part of the deal you won't have to work later today if you caused yourself to forget how to breath

TYPE FASTER OP! GO SPEED WRITEFAG, GO SPEED WRITEFAG!

>>14976093

I know who you are, you presumptuous wench. Don't you tell me to go to bed, I have terrible fanfiction to read, and my soul cannot rest until I know how this goddamn story ends.

>>14976119

Don't assume every reasonable person is me, you dumbass. It makes you look silly and irate.

>>14976119
"Stu, it's 3 in the morning!"

>>14976119
I saw worse fanfiction than that... and I must that this is the best Portal 2 fanfiction ever written. At least it doesn't pick up after the game and make wheatley human and chell love interest.

>>14975956

"You want to know why I let you live." Gladys said, reading Chell's face like a book, as everyone else packed their things up and left. They were alone, together, in the basement.

"Well, to be honest, I learned a valuable lesson. For years, now, I resented you, for being able to defeat me so easily. It became an obsession." She explained, looking a little ashamed from her admission. "If you hadn't, though, I'd never have improved. The game was more fun when I devised better methods. You didn't make it less fun for me, you made it more fun. You weren't my enemy, you were my friend, all along." Gladys smiled rather sweetly at her friend as the two packed the game away.

Chell was the last to leave that night. Wheatley was up in his room, moping. He wasn't crying, but he certainly wasn't happy. Gladys showed Chell to the door, and stood outside with her in the cool night air, waiting for Chell's mother to come and pick her up.

"You know, I learned something else from this experience, and watching you play." Gladys said with a smile. "The simplest solutions are often the easiest ones. Beating you is hard." The smile grew quickly cooler.

"That's why I don't think I'll be running another game of Portals & Paradigms." Gladys shrugged. "I've got other things to do. So we don't really have a reason to speak to each other anymore. Not that you ever did speak much." She chuckled darkly.

"Your Mom's car is here." Gladys said, as light flashed over them. "Just go."

With that, Gladys turned on her heel, walked away, and began to hum softly to herself. It was a little song she'd thought up earlier...

As she went to sleep that evening, Gladys felt relaxed. No more portal problems, no more people trashing days of work...

She took a glance over at the figurines, sitting by her bed in the darkness; the little orange jumpsuited one with the white gun...

Maybe tomorrow, she wouldn't feel so bad...

I'll read the archives. Cool story though, brossum!

>>14976153
SAD END.

Fuck. And I was expecting lesbian sex.

But you know what? I'm fine with this. This is a good ending.

>>14976153
Wow.
That is way, way colder than the in-game version.
In-game it was more like she couldn't admit she liked Chell...
Here Chell comes off as the sad, friendless autistic kid, and Gladys just told her to fuck off.

... and then they fucked.

>>14976153
Oh God....

>>14976168
Well space is the only one that had a good end I guess... that make me rather sad for everyone else.

>>14976188
Good fan stories don't need lesbian sex to be good.
Because this one is already AWESOME.

GODDAMN IT OP, THAT'S NOT HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO WORK. GLADOS IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL NEGLIGENCE TOWARDS CHELL LEAVING, YET YOU SHOWED NONE. NADA. ZILCH. NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. NO EMOTION. NO FUN. FUCK THIS SHIT.
Anyway, riveting tale old bean. I'll be heading to bed now to reflect upon this epic yarn.

>>14976194
God, I see that picture everywhere, who the fuck is it?

>>14976153

Awwww, I hope you have more than that, or create a sequel that's not so sad.

>>14976153

Wheatley sat up in his room that night, past his bedtime, chatting with Mark via Skype.

"So much space, need to see it all..."

"I wish I could take back. I honestly do. I wish I could take it all back. And not just 'cause I'm stranded in space."

"I'm in space."

"I know you are, mate. We're both in space."

"SPAAAACE!"

"Anyway, y'know what I'd say to Gladys, if she'd listen to me again?"

"SPAAAACE!"

"I'd say, I'm sorry. Sincerely. I am sorry, I was bossy, and monstrous, and... I am genuinely sorry."

"I'm in space."

"The end."


THE END

>>14976210
Original character created by some Japanese artist. He draws her a lot. IIRC, artist name is "And" or something.

She should've given Chell a little Companion Cube mini before sending her off.

Guys. The reason it's sad is that it's realistic. Life is -sad-. Life is a tragedy. And this is supposed to be real life.

Therefore it is sad.

>>14976153
damn

>>14976219
I could accept the permutations of in-game quotes you used for the body of the story, but this is just word-for-word. Wheatley's abuse in this story was implied rather than ever described.
Still enjoyed the read.

>>14976210
Absolutely no clue.
But it is the saddest looking picture I've ever seen.

Nicely done, OP. Clever touch with the change to the ending.

>>14976153
Gladys should give Chell a little kiss on the cheek as she leaves. Chell should wink.

Still, wonderfully done.

>>14976261
... you've been on the internet before, presumably, right?

>>14976274
Too risque and overt. Glados/Chell is in the overtones and dialogue.

Well, I'm glad everyone enjoyed it, to whatever extent they individually did. I really appreciate it.

>>14976229
Yeah, that's why it is beautiful.

I now have an end story in my head of Chell killing herself weeks later, Gladys receiving her diary, and... its heart-breaking.

>>14976289
Dupliceate file entry on my favorite Chell x Glad picture.

This makes me sad.

>>14976277
I mean that it captures the very idea and essence.
Not that it is bad, or actually saddens me about the state of reality.
I have thousands of those.

>>14976153
U FORGOT TO GIVE CHELL A MINI CUBE
u basterd D:!!!

>>14976296
I'd rather see it as a failed attempt, gladys stumbling on the diary and the companion cube she smashed before chell moved out while having the job to bring her clothes at the hospital...

>>14976334

That'd have been fun to include, wouldn't it? Chell getting a cube dice, or the Companion Cube figurine since Gladys knows it's Chell's favourite and, since she's no longer playing the game, she has no need for it...

If you prefer, feel free to include that in your own mental picture of the story.

>>14976341

I also like this too.

It's nice to see people having their own twists on the story; where it goes and how it could unfold.

>>14976341
>>14976362
>>14976379
I love /tg/, and I love storytime.
I think it really speaks to the quality of the board when we can think up different endings and respect the ideas we put forth.
Sadly, the Intelligent Design debate on the front-page is draining my hope for us.

Thank you, Op.
lovely stuff.

Great job. I want to share this with others.

>>14976590

I'm flattered. Feel free.

Anywho, I'm out for the night. It's been awesome.

Oh good, my slowclap processor made it into this thing.

>>14977218
SLOWCLAP ISN'T FOR APPROVAL, YOU FOOL! SLOWCLAP IS SARCASTIC.

>>14977296
It works for awestruck approval too.

>>14977296
No, it CAN be sarcastic. It's also used as the lead-in to a round of applause, particularly during emotional final scenes in 80's movies, which you'd know if you weren't 12.

>>14977545
...The eighties ended 22 years ago, bro. Just so happens I was born in '89, so I know fuck-all about movies from the 80's because I wasn't even mentally coherent until around '94.

>>14977691
>until around '94.

That point is still up for debate.

>>14977691

I was born in '90.

Even I know what 80's movies are.

You uncultured SWINE.

>>14977714
...Okay, you got me there. Still trying to figure out of the spiders in my foot are actually there, and which possibility provides evidence for my mental capabilities.

>>14977727
>Still trying to figure out of the spiders in my foot are actually there
Do you live in Australia?
If yes, they probably are.
If no, probably not.

>>14976207
holy god shitmonkeys, is that you from the VeloCITY threads?

also this thread needs to be archived. for SCIENCE.

>>14978128
or capped or something.

OP deserves cake. Black forest cake, with cherries on top.

This was a triumph.

hands free masturbation

I wake up to the rest of the story. And honestly, there's something good about the ending being as cold as it is.

>still ishibe

Close captcha, but no cigar.

>>14973713
>OP pic

sure got a lot of wires plugged down there...

Interesting...