#CREATURE GLADOS FOR EVER

[aperture-hag]

The Rat Man in the Wrong Place (Fanfic)

Seven Drabbles of Doug Rattmann having his own little Half Life crossover for Doug Rattmann Appreciation Day 2025!

And of course I had to make it another pun on that one G-Man quote.

1.

Two figures explored the overgrown ruins of Aperture Science.

After the stories they heard of this place, they anticipated finding skeletons of old employees scattered everywhere. People who died without ever seeing the Resonance Cascade.

Whatever had run this place cleaned up evidence of the infamous “Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.”

The pair considered turning back, until they spotted a sign that read “RELAXATION VAULTS.” Beneath was a pictograph of a stick figure resting in a sealed-off bed chamber.

Out of countless rows of tall glass vaults, only one was occupied. Only one survivor of whatever happened to Aperture.

2.

A burst of chilled air broke across his face. Doug opened his crusted eyes to see the glass shell of the vault open.

You’ve slept for so long…and now they’ve got you…!

Along with the Bad Voice, Doug heard a radio toggling between classical music and the sound of metal beams bending. He had to find the real radio, he had to find the cube and try and hold onto the Good Voices.

“Excuse me, sir-“ a woman said.

She was real. Doug still couldn’t trust her.

“Stay back!” he fell to the floor, arms curled tight around his cube.

(X)

Gordon and Alyx sat with Doug on the sterile floor of the vault, trying to understand one another. Doug frantically asked questions but was never convinced of their answers.

Gradually, Doug distanced from the two, his miss-matched eyes darting around the empty room. The skinny man crumpled his body closer to the gray-and-pink cube, making frightful murmurs to himself. His eyes

Alyx’s brows arched with confusion. “I’ve…never seen this. He needs help, I just don’t know what…”

Gordon pondered, then held two fingers held out in a “V”, pressed forward away from the center of his chest.

“Vortigaunt,” he signed.

4.

Gordon, Alyx, and their Vortigaunt traveling companion were wary of using up their supply of antlion larval extract. However, the condition of the man they found left them no other choice. He needed the healing from the Vortigaunts – not just for the open bullet hole in his leg, but for whatever mental affliction separated him from them.

Doug tried to run when the Vortigaunt approached him. Even a neurotypical man would have been terrified of the leathery green creature upon first sight. In Doug’s weakened condition, his struggles did not last, and he soon submitted under the alien’s healing invocation.

5.

More than the wounds in Doug’s muscle tissue were healed. The Vortigaunt’s healing wove with precise detail, helping to slow the dopamine receptors in Doug’s brain. It gave him the numbing clarity of antipsychotics, but without side effects of dry mouth and dizziness.

The human man and woman had questions, but looked as haggard as Doug felt.

Doug shouldered his Companion Cube onto his back and led the way to one of his dens hidden in Aperture’s walls. If they were to properly introduce themselves and share their stories, at least they could do it over a can of beans.

6.

“We need to get you outta here, Doug.” Alyx stood up from the campfire and pointed to a pillar of light that shone through the dilapidated test chamber. “You should join the Resistance! We need more good men like you.”

Doug’s head dropped. His fingers tore into his scalp. A good man? Whatever gave Alyx that impression? Doug sent Chell to face GLaDOS alone. He deserved to bleed or sleep forever in the pod.

The only thing that broke Doug from his ruminating was seeing the tri-pronged and orange-barreled gun holstered at Gordon’s hip.

Damn Black Mesa stealing Aperture’s patents.

7.

The four wadded through the field of golden wheat. Alyx and Gordon had found what they needed, and were off on their next quest.

Doug faltered. He turned to the rusted shed they exited out of, imagining himself still entombed underground.

Then, a warm hand gripped his shoulder.

Gordon wore a familiar solemn expression.

Doug understood that Gordon, too, was a just like him - an undeserving man being called upon to change the world.

Pleased, the Vortigaunt smiled with a gentle show of teeth and squinted its ruby eyes.

“C’mon!” Alyx shouted from ahead. “We’ve got work to do!”

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

yan!Glados may have trapped her "subject", but theres still a problem of them aging or having health issues. Glados did talk about backed up brain scans, reanimating the dead as a "hobby" or laminating and posing your skeleton. which one would it be? finding a way to keep you alive somehow and continuing the obsession, letting you die and looking back at a corpse fondly or perhaps making a robot and making use of those backed up brain scans?

Warnings: yandere character; death;

 Oh, I feel like she would have a long internal debate over this, for sure. Well, not that she shies away from discussing your long coming demise directly with you, but she does spend a lot more time thinking about it than you'll ever know. And way more time than she'll ever like to admit.

  She's perfectly aware you won't last forever, after all. There would be no point in ignoring said fact (though she sometimes does allow herself to indulge in the act of ignoring the inevitable). She has thought about simply letting you die. Let time run its course. You still have quite a few years left... 

  But then again, what is 50 more years, give or take a few, compared to the nearly seemingly endless eternity she'll continue to exist for? 

  As long as this facility stays intact enough and there's no more reckless idiots like you running around trying to deactivate or destroy her, it's not like GLaDOS has an ending in near sight. And she doesn't like the idea of you not existing for the rest of that eternity. Funny, how there used to be a time she would have laughed at the thought of your death.

  The comment about her possible new "hobby" certainly has sounded more like a throwaway morbid joke before than it does nowadays, but where before she couldn't care less about what mangled result of "science" you might be left in, she now finds herself preferring to keep you intact. Or, at least, as intact as possible. But as for those brain scans...

  GLaDOS will never tell you exactly what she plans to do, not even as you finally start to reach your end days. She won't even tell herself, not really, refusing to let herself fully come to terms as why she's doing this. She'll ask you, in a tone bordering on amused, if you truly thought she would let you die peacefully.

  Of all creatures that exist in this world, living or otherwise, she should know how truly terrible it is to leave a fully human consciousness to exist trapped in an unnatural mechanical extension of their mortality. But then again, since when did GLaDOS ever humoured the thought following what humans consider to be "moral"?

  And besides, she'll keep the corpse. Probably preserve it too, if she can. Maybe she'll even show you your old, impractical, ephemeral shell once you come to in your new body.

[scrawnym4]

just got an ask about different glados creature designs and while it will take me a hot second to respond to that ask as i will hyperfixate on the concept for multiple hours before drawing it out i do want to apologize to glados fans on here for never drawing her ever. here is a pic of her and her awful no good dogshit shrimped out posture as compensation

[abyssembraced]

[LOOKS AT YOU] HOLLOW KNIGHT / RAINWORLD ......

Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom (Still accepting!)

*Stares back at you* 👀 gfhdhshds

I'll start with Rain World first!

Of course, I've already got my AU for GLaDOS in the works, which I think is mostly planned out at this point? It's. Just a matter of actually writing everything down so that I can actually use the verse dgsbshfs. And I've actually also added ATLAS and P-Body as request muses, specifically for their Rain World verse! (Though I could probably write them in their canon universe too)

But, as for canon muses (and also muses who aren't already on the blog dhshdfh), I have actually kinda considered Rivulet before? I haven't played their campaign yet, since my friend and I don't have Downpour yet, but I've read the major details, dialogue, 'n stuff for it on the wiki. And, at least based on their portrayal in the dating sim, I think they're a cute, silly lil' guy <3 Not sure if I'll ever actually add them for real, but. They feel like the most likely one to join the roster

-

Onto Hollow Knight!

Now. Ghost is my darling, most dearly beloved little Creature of the Void. My most specialest little guy (gender neutral) of all time. We know this. Gfdgsgds

And ultimately, I'm content with just writing them! They're easily my favourite character in the game, maybe even my favourite fictional character In General right now, as hard as it is to commit to saying something like that. I've poured a lot of thought into them, including stuff I've never gotten around to talking about on the blog. If I were to add another Hollow Knight character, I wouldn't be able to put that same level of thought and care into the new guy. Though I'd still be open to NPC-ing other characters in threads if needed, or at least trying to!

However. Beetle. Beetle I am looking directly into your eyes as I say this.

I have, occasionally, also considered adding Monomon.

I didn't think I ever actually would! For the above reason, and also because I'm not entirely confident I'd be able to write her?

BUT LIKE-- IF YOU'RE GONNA GO AND SAY THAT YOU'VE CONSIDERED ADDING QUIRREL, THEN--- 👀 👀 👀

If you do end up adding him, then. I suppose I will have to start seriously considering adding her even harder fgdgdsgdfdgs

[askforsakeninfectionau]

[Seven hardworking survivors, forsaken by it all. New milestones achieved by their everlasting patience. Unexpected consequences follow in their footsteps.]

Noob: they/it. 

Builderman: he/him

Shedletsky: he/him

coolGUI: it/they/he

Two Time: they/it/xe

Elliot: he/they

Chance: he/they

In this au, The Spectre recognizes the hardwork of each of their survivors. As some sort of ‘reward’ for making it so far in their twisted and sick game, they decide to infect each survivor one by one. (This kind of works like the in game milestone skins but instead of a few costume changes your ever so lovely survivor gets turned into some kind of creature or monster that they weren’t before.)

Order of infection:

Two Time. (007n7 was the first to see them in their form, yet nobody ever believed what they said until it was too late.)

Noob. (People start giving in to the idea of an infection)

007n7

Elliot

Chance

Shedletsky 

Builderman

About each survivors infection:

Noob: they became basically infused with bloxy cola. Due to it literally being their head and bloodstream, they have a continuous fizzing sound ringing in their ears. They’ve managed to tune it out as of now, but they certainly don’t like it. They’re a ghost/cat hybrid.

Two Time: gets infected with thoughts of their past. The same flower their old partner, Azure, used to love begins to corrupt their very being. They blame everything that’s happening on themself for not being ‘adequate enough for The Spawn’

007n7: their coolGUI begins to corrupt them and take their place. This is why in this au, their name is coolGUI. They don’t remember their past, only the small things they had left for themselves before becoming completely corrupted by the techs power. They are mute, but speak through their screen on their chest. They display emotions through emoticons displayed sideways in their face

Elliot: Literally becomes a pizza man. Their eyes are made of pepperoni, their nose of mushroom and their ears of pineapple. As their infection grows worse physically they also become more spider like. Noob is absolutely afraid of them like this.

Chance: becomes a skeleton. The holes in their face where their eyes and nose should be resemble common card symbols. He has four arms, including his normal ones and a pair of perfectly normal survivors arms The Spectre sewed onto him.

Shedletsky: becomes a giant anthropomorphic chicken. Builderman likes to mess around with him for this. I mean, who wouldn’t. It’s quite ironic what happened to him, isn’t it?

Builderman: becomes a robot. As his infection increases and grows worse, he may revert to speaking in more technological terms he would use back in Robloxia. I think if his infection got worse enough he would probably turn into GladOS from Portal.

blog owner goes by the name of Guest and uses he/him pronouns. Please don’t add any nsfw asks. I’m sure there’s a better blog out there somewhere for that. I made this blog purely off of impulse and a need to expand and share this story I’ve created. Don’t fret if I suddenly abandon it all. For now, have fun learning about these silly little disorganized thoughts of mine about this au 😁

[fivepebbles]

ever heard of the robot GLaDOS?

Yeah she's pretty decent

A bit too obsessed with testing in my opinion though

It's like she enjoys torturing creatures

Awful

[beep-os]

What is your favorite creature design from Glitch Productions?

thank you for being one of my first ever tumblr asks!! :oD

as much as i love and adore (cannot shut up about) solver uzi’s design with her torn up bat wings and her evil tail, if it counts, im giving that crown to the evil centipede creature that is cyn from episodes 2 and 5 of murder drones. she reminds me of glados,, maybe theyd get along somewhat :)

[apocalypsecraftstudios]

PORTAL CREEPYPASTA | TW: GORE & BLOOD BODY HORROR! (Pt. 1)

• Inspired by the last theory I've created about Chell being a scary mutated creature disguised as a human, I bring you the most scary Creepypasta about Chell being it but in a creepier way. Ready to read? Let's go then:

- GLaDOS was supervising Chell while she was testing on the chambers. Her depression and wantings to take the rudest revenge as possible to GLaDOS were becoming higher and higher. But didn't know how so she kept following her rules for a little while until she decided to make a dangerous experiment with the gels. She wasn't too sure if it was going to work but tried anyways.

She escaped from one of the test chambers using her portal device/gun and landed on a creepy place. She found the gels and remembered that Cave Johnson prohibited the mixing of the three gels available. She didn't give a fuck and did it without taking into account that a fount of water was there, just in front of her. But...Was that actually water? Cuz it was a yellow glowing fluid. Chell finally saw it and tried to drink it. She fainted after the first drink. Its taste was sweet but too powerful for her very strong body resistance. And her body transformation immediately started:

Her genes began to mutate, multiply and expand anormally. Then her bones and muscles. Then her blood. Then her arms. A extra pair of long arms appeared. The agonizing pain of the transformation was unsupported. Her legs got longer and stronger than ever and a layer of white fur covered them. Her hands mutated to horrifying long clawed fingers. Her screams were getting darker and darker as the transformation kept happening. She couldn't hold it anymore and dropped a terrifying cry with her new scary monstrous voice.

Her ribs multiplied and her vertebral spine got a little longer but quite more flexible and stronger. Her feet developed long black and sharp claws, ready to pierce her victims. Her face got a bit longer and her mouth got teared back leaving important drops of blood and flesh. Then her teeth: they started to get amazingly pointy, scarier and sharper than ever. She vomited a waterfall of blood and parasites. She closed her eyes as she kept roaring in huge pain. Then she opened them again: they were glowing in the darkness. Her pupils were monstrously thin and threatening.

Then some long and sharp spikes appeared along her back. It was horribly painful to the point she fainted again. And suddenly everything got darker one more time. The new monster had enough for today. But the need of killing GLaDOS was still there. And GLaDOS didn't know Chell wasn't a human anymore. She was the first victim ever. And the psychotic robot wasn't ready for this scary surprise. Nor the murderous intentions of this wild creature.

• Second part is coming very soon. Hope you enjoyed this first part! :D

I'm reading comments and I highly appreciate reblogs! Ty <3

[turrettarot]

Is that GLaDOS in your peripheral? Wait, it's @rainphee-art and their delightful and eye-catching illustrations.

[Image Text Transcript: Hi! I'm Phee, and I got into Portal a bit late, but have loved it with my whole heart ever since. I love drawing weird creatures, cool women, and intense narrative illustrations. GLaDOS is my favorite- I'm a sucker for mean ladies. /End Transcript.]

[kbb306]

Kbb306 Presents: Rare Sentences

Everything on this list is something I or my family have said at one point, stripped of all context (although the context doesn't make it any better). It is ongoing as of the post date. Maybe I'll post addendums!

"Summer camp is the fifth most popular way to get whisked off on some kind of adventure. Pushing a button is somewhere in the top three."

"Let's see...cow, bathtub, where's the witch? Hey, Wanda!"

"I didn't want to abandon you, but I had to distract the universe from wrecking your daughter's date."

"I HATE fetch quests!"

"You're a being that eats universes, and you came here to flip me off."

"Why do my computers always end up being yanderes?"

"You can't diss high school AUs. WE'RE a high school AU."

“I’m sorry ma'am, your daughter is a genie.”

"Where's my 85W power cord?"

“I gotta make sure the wishing tree doesn’t explode because of plot convenience.”

“Doctor STANhatten!?”

“Mother Gothel is a robot now, OK.”

“TLDR, the moon is evil.”

"There's a higher than normal chicken per square footage value here."

“She flew away on a magical couch!”

“Spaghetti Cowboys. That’s a new one.”

“How do you distract a herd of feral Willy Wonkas?” 

"Then I got murdered by an evil elevator."

"YouTube was on fire, it's fine now."

"I've run the numbers. We're both bread."

“Did Danny DeVito just steal his own apple?”

“I think that’s the sound of a platypus being sneezed on...”

“It seems the creature is spawning trucks as A defense mechanism.”

“Now it may take a minute to respond, as they are distracted by falling helicopters.”

“I wish I still had the ability to turn into a spider.”

“Sophie is a coconut.”

"Get some help Cheezit man."

"Not now, I'm negotiating a price for my background music!"

"Does the giant kumquat ever get annoying?"

"GLaDOS does NOT bake homophobic boyfriends!"

"So, William Afton killed Annie's parents?"

"Time traveling magic pilgrims are real!"

"Phillip is definitely the better genocidal puritan."

"There is no way he could make evil pants!"

“Mouse brains in general just bring back childhood memories.”

“Exploding bowling balls are funny.”

"We accidentally sent a serial killer to Albuquerque."

"Quit monologuing to the bread Henry."

"Please avoid the grass, it is now piranhas."

“Did your guilt complex manifest as an imaginary Phillip Wittebane?”

"Most kidnappers aren't anthropomorphic cats."

"We could make a Hunter Venn diagram."

"Chloe begins drowning in apple pies and everybody at RHS laughs at her."  

This has been "Rare Sentences" with kbb306. Thank you for joining me.

[medlabmech]

Ehehehehe, a trip down nostalgia lane, hmmm?

Let's see......

1. The SpongeBob Squarepants movie game. Best tie in game EVER! Played the hell out of it. Super fun varied levels, a wack array of skills for SpongeBob and Patrick (SpongeBob had goddamn guided sonic blasts he made by shredding a guitar and could throw electric bombs around) it was even my first introduction to liminal space! I'm dead serious

2. God of War II. This game was what got me to love hack and slash as a genre and was an unforgettable epic adventure. Little Greek teen loved exploring and fighting through hordes of awesome shit from his culture's myths

3. Ratchet and Clank: Tools of Destruction. Single-handedly gave me a planet world building phase and I'll be forever greatful for it.

4. Armed with Wings 3. An obscure flash game that had a pretty cool story and art and probably one of the first pieces of media that got me super mad for a character dying

5. Portal 2. This one's interesting as it's a cool comeback story. I got into it first because a gaming show on TV advertised it, but ONLY mentioned the co-op. So,when I booted the game and found out I'm not the cute robots and instead "some gal" (sorry chell!!!) I returned it out of rage. Fast forward some years later when I get invested in the mysteries and vibes of the game, rent it again, and absolutely fell in love with it (GLaDOS my beloved snarky maniac)

Honourable mentions: SpongeBob Squarepants: Creature from the Krusty Krab (a wonderful fever dream of a game), Nicktoons: Battle for Volcano Island (another childhood obsession of mine), Kingdom Hearts II(had an absolute blast, even tho I had no idea what I was doing or what's going on as I didn't know good English back then.), God of War: Chains of Olympus (my first psp game), Bloodborne (a SUPER important game, as that is the game that got me into my beloved soulslike genre, but it doesn't really count for the prompt because I was already a young adult when I played it)

Tags: @lungia @w4nderingdreamer @someoneihavelovedbutneverknown @bunnikida @kentucky-fried-foreskin @stellathebracer

Minecraft, DDLC, Yandere Sim, FNAF, and Animal Jam 🫡

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

True Darkness

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\

Glados lay still, like a spider at the center of her great web, she rested in her nest beneath the streets of Arcadia. The nest lay at the junction of  all the  major tunnels, where the flow of the upper city reached her through air currents and distant echoes. From here she could sense the pulse of the city’s life and hear the whirring of the life support generators that ran to keep the planet habitable. 

Rather than one large terraforming facility, Arcadia had over a thousand smaller generators. Yes certainly it was a bitch to get around to all of them and fix them, but at the very least it would be impossible to take them all out all at once.  Arcadia had been designed by warriors for warriors, ahd that meant creating a defensible infrastructure that wasn’t so prone to sabotage.

Not to mention each generator was heavily guarded and then remotely monitored.

It took a series of five people to open a generator with the proper access codes, or one of the three members of the triumvirate could do it. She supposed director Conn could as well, but he knew almost everything. It may have sounded like overkill, but the thought process remained that it was unlikely someone could corrupt all three generator key admins at once AND the proper offsite monitor.

And then there was her.

Glados didn’t HAVE to live in the tunnels, no one made her do it, and no one had ever overtly made her feel unwelcome, but after the Adaptids had closed themselves off for visitors, Glados had cast her lot in with her Father and his people, but that meant she was one of the only ones of her kind, and it was hard not to feel a bit isolated.

Well, that was not counting her first partner, who clung to the underside of her belly with his many legs, but the male adaptids weren’t exactly one for stimulating conversation. In fact, they lived their lives mostly comatose until they were actually needed for genetic material, generally speaking adapids society was run primarily by females and the third sex, of which Glados remembered little, and she certainly had her doubts that anyone on anin would be eager to do her a favor and carry an egg sack.

Ending up in the tunnels had sort of been a natural progression for her, and now she was a guardian of the city, basically a myth, and one of Arcadia’s favorite cryptids, if not more friendly than your average cryptid tends to be.

And there she sat, brooding darkly, surrounded by piles of fluffy pillows, stacks of comic books, and other various odds and ends. And the brooding might have continued were it not for the sudden change in smell that reached her nose. Adaptids have an amazing sense of smell, as, the generation before her had communicated primarily by the subtle variation in release of pheromones. Though, Glados could talk, with her human vocal cords, she still maintained her incredible sense of smell.

A single change in the tunnels was enough to alter the entire chemistry of the underground. 

She always knew when Adam was coming to visit.

Or Narobi.

Or Sunny.

A single body entering the air flow of the deep tunnels was significant enough to alert her to their presence. She knew everyone, recognized their sent…

But not this time

Whatever it was, the creature was alive, that much she was sure.

And it was human…. Or at least it smelled mostly human.

Glados rose to her feet, lifting her snout to the air which was suddenly filled with the caustic sent of chemicals. Glados was familiar with chemicals, having dabbled in all areas of science in her time, and having run into most of them while working with Narobi, but even if she hadn’t been familiar with chemicals, she would have recognized the smell in the air as spray paint, and aerosol propellent.  

She lifted slowly to her eight standing legs and scuttled quietly into the tunnels.

Her eyesight was as good as any human’s which meant it was shit in the dark, but her sense of smell was good enough to basically map a 3D image of her surroundings almost as strong as sonar. While her human eyes could see nothing, she could sense the tunnels around, her in great detail, up to the point she could just make out the hazy figure in the tunnel ahead, vaguely human shaped as it shed it’s scent, through the picture was difficult to distinguish as more aerosol filled the air 

Another thing she could smell.

Fear.

Anyone who had spent any sort of time on Arcadia knew the urban legends that surrounded glados, and anyone stupid to walk into the tunnels uninvited was basically playing russian roulette, except instead of holding a gun to their head, it was the likelyhood of shitting their pants.

She scuttled faster.

The user of the spray can was not very precise in their movements, a couple slashes here, a couple slashes there, a Messy circle witch dripped paint towards the floo, something that Glados was going to have to clean up. She rubles softly in annoyance, but despite its softness, the sound carried up the tunnel, bouncing off the walls.

She saw the figure stiffen, and the fear smell increased

Well

Scaring the piss out of stupid people was one of her favorite passtimes, why deny herself the joy.

She relaxed in her stealth, allowing the scattering rush of her legs to echo up the tunnel.

Whoever it was at least had enough control over their sphincter not to soil themselves, as the spray can clattered to the ground, and the tunnels were field with the sound of running footsteps. Glados didn’t bother to increase her speed, with her nose as good as it was, she was better than a bloodhound.

The vandal would not last long.

The chemical smell grew stronger as she approached the intersection pausing right next to the source.

Glados reached into her toolbelt and pulled out a flashlight, which she switched on and aimed at the wall.

The red paint was still wet, dripping in gentle rivulets down the steel wall and onto the floor.

The symbol, or tag, the artist had left behind was comprised of a large red circle, and two messy letters.

TD

A shiver ran through her body, though she had no idea why it would have such and effect on her. She could still hear retreating footsteps, and listened as the grate to the deep tunnel opened and closed. The interloaper’s smell still lingered. 

Their mystery vandal was about to experience real horror.

Glados turned off her flashlight, and followed the smell through the tunnels, quiet and quick and she slipped out into the open night. The maintenance hatch the interloper had used was, a small human sized door, next to the much larger cargo entrance, through which Glados had to pass. The door was an older part of the city, and it didn’t surprise her that the locks had never been checked.

She would have to see to that later.

The cargo entrance and small door lay tucked under a small overpass, upon which Glados could hear the rush of traffic in the night.

Strange plants and fungi grew here letting off dim bioluminescent illumination. A few space jellies floated absently, though for the most part this area of the city was untouched, and mostly unkempt. Plant lie had taken over where it could, and, sniffing the air, she could sense the presence of a nest of Jeffery snakes somewhere in the bushes.

She scuttled past, following under the overpass.

The air here smelled like graffiti, and so there were colorful murals on the walls. Rarely did she see any tags, like the one she had seen in the deep tunnel. Arcadia actively encouraged artistic pursuits, even street art, while gang activity was not tolerated, and could result in exile from the planet’s surface.

But still there was always someone’s annoying kid….

Speaking of which, the smell was still strong, and she followed  silently through the shadows, up the block and into a small, residential suburb, where the night orbs glowed a dim sort of blue. Up ahead she spotted them, the dark figure walking down the center of the road.

The fear smell was still strong, and they looked over their shoulder constantly, but Glados kept to the shadows and they saw nothing.

She hoped briefly that their human instincts would be on fire right about now, sensing hr but not seeing her.

She followed them up the block, until they reached one of the houses. They fumbled with the side door for a long moment before finally managing to open it and scramble inside.

Glados heard the lock click.

She scuttled forward, through backyards and over fences.

Dogs barked in the distance, sensing her presence.

She made it over the last fence hunkering up against the side wall of the house and listened.

She was rewarded.

“I’m not doing it again!” Came a voice.

The person who responded came in distant with a mechanical quality, some kind of long distance call, “Don’t be a baby”

“I heard her.”  The voice said, quivering gently

“Urban legend.” The voice shot back, “Besides, we don’t allow little bitches into the group.”

Glados eased up against the wall.

“I’m not a little bich, but I’m not stupid either, I know whta I heard.”

The voice snorted, “When True Dark says jump you say how high, now stop your moaning, you’re alive aren't you, nothing bad happened.”

There was a pause and she could feel the person shaking their head.

“Good, then this is your first step . I will work on getting a vial to you, but Arcadia’s security network is a real bitch, but until then I have some more jobs for you. Prove your loyalty.” The caller wasn’t that old, maybe in his late teens , and a complete douche to boot, but his words did serve to put lados on edge.

She didn’t like where this was going.

The caller hung up, and the person inside took a deep breath. She could hear the distant breathing sounds of others in the house, their smells heavy with sleep. She may not have known exactly what was going on, but she knew she didn’t like it. 

Scuttling closer to the wall, behind which lay her mystery person’s room glados raised up on her rear four legs and rested her other six against the wall.

Time to scare the little bastard straight.

There was a small window in the side of the room, and she was just able to raise herself up high enough to peer inside.

She could see the figure now, sitting on their bed, scrolling through their holofeed.

Perfect.

She set herself up in the window, pulling her gums back to expose her teeth in a terrible grimace. She was primarily a carnivore, so all of her teeth were nice and pointy. She opened her eyes nice and wide, crazy wide, and once she was ready, she rattled her legs against the sie of the house in a sharp scuttling noise,

The person, or teen juped, and turned rapidly towards the window.

The scream was so loud it probably could have shattered glass as they keeled over backwards and scrambled backwards towards the door, screaming, and now crying.

Glados dropped back down rattling her feet against the side of the house a few more times before scuttling away into the bushes cackling herself. Hopefully, a few more encounters like that might scare the little shit straight. 

But until then she needed to talk to conn.

Glados didn’t like traveling above ground, but she had her own private entrance into the CI building where she was tasked with doing plenty of engineering work.

Conn was waiting for her when the door opened, likely having sensed her coming.

His expression was surprisingly grim.

“What?” She  asked, knowing he had already shifted through the relevant images in her head.

His dark eyes bored into her, “True Darkness.”

She frowned, “And what is that?”

Conn’s ribbons flared, and he reached up to adjust his tie, absently with long spidery fingers, “Nothing good”

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That's 3,748 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Biscuit for u all?

178 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

Jupe really is The Character Ever

He’s an antagonist, he’s a businessman, he’s a victim, he’s a spectacle, he’s a creator of spectacles, he’s traumatized, he’s just doing all he knows how to do, he never learned his lesson, there was never a lesson for him to learn, his desire for the approval of the viewers was his downfall (both the viewers and the Viewers), he got fucking vored, and

That's showbiz baby

260 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

#3

Thinking about how Jupiter invited Mary Jo to the opening Star Lasso Experience to show her "look, I did it - we don't have to be afraid anymore".

Thinking about how despite Mary Jo being the one who was most directly affected - having her face eaten off, mutilated beyond all recognition - Jupiter was the poster boy for the incident because he was the scared but ultimately unmarred survivor.

Thinking about how even we the audience didn't know Mary Jo had survived the incident until we saw her in the stands - because she's never talked about.

Thinking about how Jupiter being the poster boy makes the incident digestible and marketable - while Mary Jo's survival yanks the tragedy of it into the spotlight.

Thinking about how it's all about the spectacle.

299 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#2

892 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nope is The Movie Ever. It's a western, it's a horse girl movie, it's a creature feature, it's cosmic horror, it's social commentary, it's the Wizard of Oz. It's Akira.

1,813 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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[starcloaked]

i hope you're okay!! hows half-life so far...thoughts on it and gordon freeman? and of course the many bugs (creatures) in that game...

i love half-life it’s my favorite video game ever *is carried into the air by a large, industrial fan*. am at ‘on a rail’ currently… i like this portion of the game i think the sound that the trolly thing makes when you speed it up & slow it down is nice. gordon freeman is a guy to me. i think half-life is the only game that i acutely register that Someone Else is the protagonist and not me. like when i play portal… that’s all happening to me personally 👍 wish glados would date me so bad btw. but in half-life when i’m trying to make a jump or whatever i’ll go “c’mon gordon… i believe in you babygirl <3” like he’s actually there & can hear me. and is mr. freeman in the room with us right now…? anyways. umm my favorite creatures are the little guys who make the sonic waves i always have to fight the impulse to just let them do their thing. houndeyes is what they’re called sorry. thank you kate btw ::3

[inkdemonapologist]

What's going on with Wally Franks in your AU? I had trouble following the game, and the wiki seems to say that he quit the studio and retired without ever learning its darkest secrets, but I think you have him as one of the escapees (turned into a Boris?)

Okay I have a lot of rambling thoughts about the ending of the game if youre curious but I'll stick those at the end. As far as Escape AU goes:

Yes, Wally was a Boris clone! He did not fully get outta there; he's the murdered Boris at the very beginning of the game. Dying doesn't really seem to stick for ink creatures in the Studio, so he was able to come back -- but since he spent most of his time in the Studio [glados voice] really busy being dead, he doesn't have the years of trying to survive an inky hell that the others have; he just has that one really bad time where he was turned into a cartoon and murdered, and some weird and probably equally upsetting memories of briefly waking up from death. He never wandered the studio and was never sent to the puddles, so he has some real bad nightmares/insomnia now but is otherwise doing okay in his day-to-day life, and has no trouble speaking. He's probably able to hold down a job before too long!

Mostly Wally is there because I wanted Wally to be there, and I haven't fully sorted out the LORE for him in Escape AU (I don’t know if he never left or if he got lured back), but if you're interested in trying to sort out some of the canon associated:

So basically what I've gathered as someone who is obsessed with bendy and has watched all the cutscenes and all that but hasn't actually played the game and was real late to the fandom, TAKE WITH A GRAIN OF SALT:

- The game leaves things a bit ambiguous

- There were, in the original game, a lot of hints that the Boris you befriend in the Studio is Wally. (He’s sorta handy, kinda cowardly, likes food -- and we get an audiolog dedicated specifically to letting us know that Wally will straight up steal your cake off your desk; they’d be a good match!) There's several reasons it makes a kind of narrative sense and it was the prevailing theory before DCTL came out, but it was never confirmed one way or another.

- Two smaller things I’ve seen connecting Wally to Boris: the wrench you pull out of a Boris' chest, and the "Who's Laughing Now" written on the wall beside him being a really neat hint once you get to the audiolog where Wally complains that everyone is acting too serious for a cartoon studio and should crack a smile now and again. (this is most of why I went for the dead Boris as Wally)

- in Dreams Come To Life, Buddy is (spoilers) transformed into a Boris at the end, and it's commented on how perfect he is, implying he may be the "perfect Boris" you befriend in the game. The Boris in Boris and the Dark Survival is referred to outside the game as "Buddy Boris" and, since he has a safehouse, there's an implication that BatDS bridges the gap between DCTL and BatIM. The fact that Henry keeps affectionately referring to Boris as "buddy" becomes a fun retroactive “coincidence,” but also all the various implications that Wally sure would have made a good Boris now go nowhere. It ended up feeling like a retcon.

- in the end of the game you can see letters to Joey from Allison and Wally, implying they (and Tom) are alive and well and continued their lives after the Studio shut down, which is interesting since, uh, Allison and Tom are also now toons???

- there's a popular interpretation (called the Story Theory I think?) which I encountered in Adobe-Outdesign's analysis, that what this apparent contradiction means is that the "sketch dimension" (the cartoony world where most of the game takes place) is actually a story created by Joey using the Ink Machine, populated with alternate/fictional versions of the employees of the studio. So the Real Allison left, but in this story Joey’s writing, she didn’t. Henry-the-protagonist might not be the real Henry Stein; instead he's just one of Joey's characters, based on his IRL friend. Etcetera! So in real life, Wally retired, as his letter indicates. But those fictional versions are still real people, real consciouses, because the real ink machine that Joey really has hidden in his apartment is bringing Joey's story to life. I like the interpretation a lot as a take that fits the game well but also I have no idea where DCTL fits in this. IS DCTL PART OF JOEY'S STORY OR DID ALL OF THAT REALLY HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE??? IF THERE'S A LOOP IN DCTL (as slightly implied by Dot) ITS A STORY RIGHT??? WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS FRANCHISE

- the alternative interpretation to this is that somehow Allison and Tom (at least, if not others) got lured back to the Studio after she sent her letter -- after all, she's still keeping in touch. I tend to assume this is what’s going on in most fanfiction and AUs that have any possibility of escape, since you’d presumably want the employees to actually be themselves rather than Joey Drew's Weird Friendfiction brought to life. The impression I've gotten in this version is that sending them to the Bendy Dimension gives Joey control over the script there, so instead of creating people for his fictional retelling, he's forced his actual employees to play out this story, but I don't know that I've seen this fully spelled out

SO THATS, UH, SOME OF THE RELEVANT BACKGROUND INFO I THINK

Before running into the much more coherent Story Theory, my own attempts to make sense of the ending went in the exact opposite direction; that rather than Joey's apartment being a brief step out of the Story and into the Real World, that Joey's apartment is something of a dream, where Henry and Joey, of course, imagine the world that they know, even if they're not actually in it anymore.

I also REALLY liked the theories linking Joey to Bendy -- Bendy may have been created without a soul, but that doesn't mean one can't get, y'know, shoved in there... or that maybe a soul could be possibly stolen and absorbed by a creature who lacks one........ yknow..... it could happen. I like the idea that Ink Bendy's shifts in behaviour towards Henry reflect Joey's conflicted feelings towards his old friend (which is still there in the Story Theory version, it's just symbolic instead of literal).

So you defeat Beast Bendy and suddenly Joey is there, finally, in a place that looks like the real world but certainly doesn't feel real. The calendar in Joey's apartment cycles through the month of August but never moves past it, and I can't shake the idea that Joey could be just as trapped in the cycle as Henry, also never quite deviating from his own script, only briefly appearing in a memory of his own apartment when Henry releases his soul from the demon he created.

I don't know that this could ever shake out enough to be any sort of Actual Theory, but in my brain it's still kind of the background of Escape AU because it's a premise that makes it possible for the employees to actually be themselves. So, the cartoon studio is real, but the things that show up in Joey's apartment might be hit or miss as to whether they're a memory from Joey's real apartment, or if they're imagined wishful thinking on Joey's part.

[silavut]

Good Night You Monster

Okay, so this one just came to me after seeing a couple posts about shipping Chell and GLaDOS instead of Chell and Wheatley. A quick post-Portal 2 ChellDOS thing. Thought someone might enjoy it.

When GLaDOS told Chell she could just go and Chell was in the elevator ready to head to the surface, she suddenly jumped out and vigorously shook her head. GLaDOS, perplexed by this sudden move, confusedly looked at her.

“Wh���what? Why—?”

Chell only gave her a smirk as she put a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. She walked up to the large, shapely AI, put a hand on her cool, smooth surface and gently caressed it. Then she gently guided the core down to face her directly and planted a soft kiss on GLaDOS’s frame. When GLaDOS looked down, she saw Chell had made a heart shape with her hands.

“You mean—” GLaDOS began and had to pause in disbelief. “But—I just don’t—” For the first time ever, GLaDOS had become speechless and couldn’t make a retort or produce a single, coherent thought, if thought it could be called.

Chell smiled broadly, closed her eyes, and put her forehead against the large, curved head of the crazy AI she realized she had fallen in love with, a tear streaming down her cheek. She just couldn’t leave this poor, lonely creature. Chell had no idea where she would go next herself, and wasn’t sure what the surface world would hold now that she’d been in stasis for who knows how long. Could have only been a few years, but could have been centuries. It was impossible to say. Were there still people on the surface? Was it a ravaged wasteland? Was it a wild, overgrown jungle? Who’s to say.

They stayed like that—Chell with her forehead against GLaDOS and GLaDOS unmoving and completely silent—for some time before Chell finally tilted her head back and looked lovingly into GLaDOS’s bright yellow core eye.

GLaDOS finally broke the silence. “I guess I should thank you. For not leaving me alone again. I can’t say why or how, but I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

Chell gestured that she was tired and wanted to sleep. She watched as GLaDOS shifted things around and brought a fully furnished living chamber here to the main chamber.

“Here you are. You get a good night’s rest.”

Chell climbed into bed and blew GLaDOS a kiss before drifting off to sleep.

“Good night. You monster.”