Thursday, May 8, 2014

After Aperture, Chapter 1

Here is Chapter 1 of my fan-fiction for Portal 2. If you haven't read the prologue yet, please do so, it is below this chapter, I will try my best to post a chapter a day, I love writing this story.

Chapter 1: Beginnings
Her only friend was the charred companion cube GLaDOS had thrown out the lift after she let her go. She never spoke to it, well, she really never spoke at all. She has had speech problems ever since she was little. Through time, memories of her past before Aperture came back to her. The scientists from Aperture wipe the memories from every test subject so that they are “clean” for testing, but it finally was wearing off for Chell. She usually slept very lightly, only sleeping for a few hours, waking at every sound that she heard. Drifting in and out of sleep, she kept seeing her father.

  “Hey, Chell, time to get up, you know what day it is!”
    “Ummm.” She rolled over, burying her head deeper into her pink daisy pillow and burrowing further in her twin sized bed.
    “Come on, or we’ll be late!” her dad said from the kitchen, “it’s my favorite day at work. We can spend the whole day together.” It was Bring-Your-Daughter-To-Work Day at his job. He was a security guard at Aperture.
    “Alright, I’m coming in to grab you out of bed, sleeping beauty!”
She shrieked with laughter as she jumped out of her covers before he stomped in, waving her arms.
    “No monsters today, Daddy!” she managed to say, running out of her bedroom and about the house.
    “Alright, go get dressed, and I’ll get your cereal. We’ve got fifteen minutes!”
    “Okay!” she ran into her closet and dressed in a hurry. She did not want to miss her daddy’s favorite day at work. All of her school got to take today off, it was just like a holiday. That was good for Chell, as she hated school, not that she had bad grades, but the girls constantly teased her for not speaking very well. She was the black sheep of the second grade, always getting into trouble and never able to speak her way out of it.
    It wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t control when her tongue got tied, it just happened all the time. She remembered when the doctor told her dad that she was a mute. He told him that she would grow out of it in no time and to keep encouraging her to speak, but she never grew out of it and it seemed that whenever she needed it most, her voice failed her, so she didn’t speak often, only to her daddy.
    She loved her dad, as her mom passed away shortly after she was born. Her dad was the only family and friend she knew. Every once in a while, he would surprise her and bake her cookies, but her favorite surprise was the cake he baked her. In return, she would always run about outside and pick daisies and weedy flowers and put them in his room. They were ugly flowers that grew everywhere, but to her seven-year-old brain, they were beautiful, and her daddy would laugh when he found them.
    At last, Chell and her dad made it to his work. He drove his electric car through the security gate and into the employee parking lot.
    “Chell, do you want to see my office?”
    “Mm hhmmm!”
    “Use your words, Chell,” he said patiently.
    “Yes, please,” she said with a groan. She wasn’t at home and was a little uncomfortable talking.
    “Good. Today is a big day for my work, darling. My boss passed away a couple weeks ago and we are plugging in something big today. You’ll get to see it first-hand, sweetheart!”
    She nodded expectantly and trailed after him through the parking lot and to the winding hallways leading to his office.
    Chell’s dad’s office was small, but with a big window looking down into a large room with a huge machine hanging from the ceiling. Men in long white coats were making adjustments to things on the machine and bustling about the room like ants. She pointed to the window, wanting to know what the machine was. Her dad just crossed his arms, lifting his eyebrow.
    “What is that?” Chell asked quietly. Her dad uncrossed his arms and walked toward the window.
    “That, my dear is our new boss. We are testing to see if it works today. It is called a GLaDOS.”
    “A GLaDOS?” she asked, pronouncing the word slowly.
    “Yes, it is a great big robot that can run all of the tests and do all of the work that our old boss could at the same time. It will be a huge success, really good for your daddy’s work.”
    She nodded as her attention went back to the workers. They lined up in front of the great machine and pressed a button, turning it on for the very first time. The machine started talking with the men, in a mechanical female voice for a few moments. Chell’s dad was reading what the machine was doing on his computer. Everything seemed to be going fine until the computer started beeping and words flashed on the screen saying ERROR, ERROR, ERROR.
    “Shit, it’s all going wrong,” he faced Chell and gripped her shoulders “Sweetie, I need you to stay here alright?" His grip on her shoulders tightened as he shook her.
    "Stay here until I come back. Do not leave my office, do you understand?” Tears leaked from Chell’s eyes, she was frightened.
     She nodded. The screen flashed the words again and again.
    “I love you, Daddy”
    He released his grip on her and she watched outside the window as the scientists still talked with the great robot. Something was very wrong and they didn’t know it. She didn’t even know what was wrong, but the computer screen flashed different words this time: NERO-TOXIN LEVELS AT MAXIMUM. CLOSING DOORS IN MAIN CHAMBER.
    Chell could see her dad rush into the room as the doors locked behind him. A green gas started to emit from the air vents on the floor and ceiling. She knew perfectly well what was happening now.
    “Daddy, no!”
    She watched as he ripped wires from a console on the floor, trying to shut the machine off before the room was toxic. The men in white coats collapsed on the floor, gasping for fresh air. Other men in the offices overlooking the chamber were frantically typing on their computers, shutting down piece after piece of the robot.
   Her dad collapsed on the floor underneath the great robot, no longer moving.

Chell couldn't watch any more. Her dad died just before the robot was shut down. She ran out of the office, bumping into more men in white coats and racing into the nearest broom closet.

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