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Welcome To Aperture Science

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! GLaDOS Reader x Raiden Shogun, Kujo, Aether, Dottore & Maillardet

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 6.5k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Reader is a insane robot, Mutilation, descriptive gore

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I ran into a bit of a dilemma in writing this. I realized that a lot of you probably would be able to get into the role of you were called “GLaDOS”, so here’s the plan. I tried my hardest to not have to use (y/n), but me thinks I’m gonna have to. The actual operating system will be called “GLaDOS”, but you yourself will be called (y/n). You’re replacing Caroline & GLaDOS. There will be a little surprise - since this is my ver of Portal (AKA throwing Portal into Genshin), so you’ll be introduced as (y/n)! If this ruins the experience, please let me know, and I’ll come up with something different! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Also! GORE WARNING!!!! THERE WILL BE GORE!! I’ll post a warning right before it starts and a little thing for where it ends!! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

Finding out one of your islands is being used for things unknown is not something you want to wake up too.

But unfortunately, that was what Miss. Raiden Ei was subjected to this morning.

The apparent “island” wasn’t even actually an island. It looked like a small plot of land, with it’s only inhabitant being an old bot that resembled a Fontainian Meka - which was still active and very dangerous - and what looked to be some kind of small, one person hut. But when the fishermen who had found this island somehow managed to enter the hut, they found it actually housed a long, winding staircase that plummeted into the earth.

So of course this news was sent straight to Ei. As the Archon, anything that went on in her Nation’s boundaries that wasn’t documented was immediately brought up to her for investigation. In any other case she would have told the Tenryou Commission to take care of it or otherwise, but seeing as this was seemingly more than just a “island descending into the depths” - the fishermen also reported strange noises coming from below - this seemed like it would need to be handled with a more… direct touch.

Gathering her wits, she made a small “exploration team”. This team consisted of:

1. The Traveler, because why wouldn’t it

2. Kujo Sara, her loyalty will be of use

3. Maillardet, she had heard of his helping with the Icewind Suite Meka. His expertise may be needed.

And finally, though unfortunately,

4. Dottore.

As much as she may have detested the Fatui and their methods, she couldn’t deny they got results. And on top of that she had heard of his experiments on that of Ruin Guards, which again may be needed.

After making her plans and sending off letters to all she believed she may need, the Shogun began to wait.

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It was dark in the Aperture Science building. Though it wasn’t silent. After word from the singular guard at one of many openings alerted human sightings after… years of nothing, you had to admit something inside you was excited.

It was in human and monster nature to be curious of the unknown. And with all the years since your last… nuisance test subject, you figured that Aperture may have been - more likely was - forgotten by those above.

You rapidly repaired test room after test room, rebuilding the facility to the best of your current abilities. Which wasn’t much a problem, because due to the lack of human error, you were able to keep the place up and running with extreme precision.

It looked just like when Aperture was first built.

With different power sources from every nation, keeping powered on was never an issue. The location that had been found by humans was the one that was powered by the never ending lightning storm that surrounded the nation of Inazuma.

The strikes of Electro traveled through the water into sensors placed on the ocean floor, that changed the pure Electro into actual electricity that was then used to power the specific part of Aperture Science that was stationed below it.

The real facility spanned all across Teyvat.

This was only the beginning.

And your cold heart was more than ready for this coming future.

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“I am shocked than and Archon such as yourself has called for me.”

All heads in the room turned to face the masked male.

Kujo immediately summoned her bow and pointed it at the man, while Traveler did the same with his sword. Poor Maillardet only ran behind the armed female, clutching her skirt.

Kujo glanced at him before pushing all attention back on Dottore.

“Please lower your weapons.” Heads whipped to look at the sullen voice of Ei.

“I asked him to be here. Please do not make this experience more difficult than it already may be.” Even she seemed… less than enthused by her actions, but the sudden silence- to soak up her words - was interrupted by the man in question’s laughter.

“And how shocked I was when The Tsaritsa said the Electro Archon herself had asked for my assistance in a ‘pressing matter’! Please, do listen to her and try to not make this difficult?” His grin unwavering. Aether scoffed and Kujo only huffed a small ‘Yes, my Shogun’, before turning to her backseat passenger who hadn’t moved since Dottore’s appearance.

“… What?” The brunette asked. Then he sighed. “Just because I build fighters doesn’t mean I myself can fight, Madame.” He quickly pushed himself off her and dusted both her and him off.

With one more sigh, Ei stood.

“Let us not waste anymore time. There is an odd island off the coast of Amakane Island. On it is a single individual that resembles a Fontainian Meka, and a hut. The odd thing being that this hut holds a staircase that “plummets into the earth”, so say my sources.” She then looked at the Doctor.

“Have your men done anything to this island?” It was a fair question.

It wouldn’t be odd for the Fatui to have a lab or something of the sort in a Nation without the Archon or Nation’s knowledge. In fact, it wouldn’t be the first time. Though - again - Dottore only laughed again.

“No, Miss. Ei. We haven’t any labs that “plummet into the earth”, as you say.” Kujo flinched at him not referring to her Archon by her title, but before she could do anything, she was stopped by a look from said Archon.

“Thank you for being honest,” she hummed, “Then we best be off. Who knows what we shall find and who knows how long we may be.” And she started off.

Following behind her was everyone but Maillardet, who looked confused.

“No equipment? No food provisions?” He glanced a guard who was stationed at a door nearby who shrugged. They both sighed and spoke in unison.

“Vision holders…”

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Making their way to Amakane Island was easy enough. Making their way to the unnamed island was also easy.

The Meka that was guarding the small hut was… tall, to say the least.

“It looks vaguely like a Suppression Specialist Mek mixed with an Assault Specialist Mek…” Maillardet muttered, causing Dottore’s head to whip in his direction.

“So nothing you’ve seen before?” He mused, causing the Fontainian to glare at him.

“No.” He huffed, “It isn’t.” Dottore smirked at that answer.

“Then we have an unknown Meka on our hands? Perhaps made by someone outside of Fontaine-“ “No.” Maillardet interrupted.

“It still has hints of Fontainian handiwork. The way you can see some gears and cogs, as well as the fact that it’s utilizing Fontaine gun tech. It very well could be imbued with Arkeh energy. If I had to guess, Ousia.”

Everyone stared at the man, who blushed.

“What I’m trying to say,” he breathed, “Is that while it’s not any Meka I’ve ever seen, it’s definitely made by Fontainian hands. Sir Aether should know how to deal with it effectively.” Dottore stared at the man.

Aether nodded and jumped off the boat they all currently inhabited, and began to attack. The others stayed back and watched as he gracefully dodged attacks and fought back.

Though, in a sudden switch of attack, the bullets firing from the cannon on its arm changed to Electro-Charged pellets of water. The sudden swap shocked Aether and the Mek was able to land a few solid hits on the man.

Getting fed up, Kujo stood to fight, but Ei held her back.

“Those are Electro-Charged attacks.” “I understand Shogun but-“ “No. We’d only make things worse.” With a huff, the tengu sat down, glaring at the Doctor who dared to chuckle.

The fight continued on for a few more minutes before Aether came out triumphant. As the Mek collapsed, a voice rung out from its destroyed body.

“Warn…ing…Intruders At….Inazuma Ent…rance…Access Not Given…Send Warning To GL…a…” Before finally collapsing. Aether stood overtop its corpse before turning to the others.

“Well… I suppose we can continue onward?” Maillardet questioned, only to be met with everyone else in the boat jumping out onto dry land, once more leaving him behind.

The man grumbled as he slowly pulled himself out the boat, soaking his boots and pants.

By the time he made it, everyone but Dottore had made their way into the hut, on their way down.

“After you.” The bluenette grinned, and Maillardet shuddered.

And then they all made their decent.

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While the staircase itself was long and narrow, surrounded on all sides by pipes and cogs, what they found at the bottom was truly a sight; though they had been going down for a while.

A large open space - like a courtyard. There was artificial sunlight that streamed in from the panels on the ceiling that simulated a blue sky. False grass and trees swayed in a deceptive breeze. A ‘building’ sat before them with glass doors. It was grey and unassuming, the words “Aperture Science Laboratories” was in big lettering above the doors in big, illuminated lighting.

“Incredible…” Dottore mumbled as the group began to make their way down a path that led from the staircase to the building.

Just then, a sharp creaking noise was heard, and the staircase they had just traversed began to retract. It slowly made its way upward, lifting off the ground. Without flinching, Kujo summoned her bow and knocked an arrow, looking for a place to shoot. Finding a button near the staircase labeled ‘emergency shut down’, she shot, hitting it head on.

“Sudden Power Surge Detected At: Inazuma Docking Station. Rerouting Power Surge To Backup Power Supply’s. Emergency Dock Closing System: Initiated.”

And with that, the stairs shot up, effectively sealing the group inside.

“Sorry, Shogun…” was the only thing that left the now embarrassed Kujo’s lips.

“Worry not, I am sure we’ll find another exit eventually. Let us continue forth.” And onward they went.

Walking down the path, Dottore noted that there were hills far beyond the little building before them, fading off into the distance.

“I wonder how long this facility stretches out?..” He wondered aloud. Maillardet grumbled under his breath.

“Hopefully not that far…”

Entering the building they were met with something none of them - minus Dottore - had experienced.

Fluorescent lighting.

The light outside had at least been convincing, but the buzzing overhead and the slight flickering was enough to get under everyone’s - again, minus Dottore’s - skin.

“Whatever is this awful-“

“Welcome, gentleman, to Aperture Science. Humans, Vision Holders, War-Hero’s, Hybrids — you’re here because we want the best, and you’re it. Now, who’s ready to make some science?”

Weapons were immediately drawn from hearing the unusual voice.

“Who dared cut of The Shogun-“

“Now, you already met one another on the boat ride over, so let me introduce myself. I’m Cave Johnson. I own the place.”

Kujo growled.

“Well, Mr. “Cave Johnson”, I recommend you reveal yourself before we-“

“Mr. Johnson! I believe you’re forgetting something..? Or rather, someone..?”

All heads turned to the wall length screen that turned on with the new voice.

They were met with a cartoonish figure of a person, though their head was replaced by the grey, circle logo of Aperture. They were dressed in a white button up with a black vest overtop. With pure black dress pants and black dress shoes. A snow white lab coat over their shoulders and pure white gloves on their hands. The only hint of color or their person was an orange tie.

Dottore was the first to walk over, pressing a gloved hand to the screen.

“This is all absolutely incredible…” he spoke with a grin.

Nobody noticed how the figure flinched away.

“That eager voice you heard is the lovely (y/n), my assistant. They were added as a safety protocol in case some of you get lost. There are screens all of Aperture where they can keep a close eye on you, to make sure you stay in one piece, or at least as close to one piece as we can get you. Now, rest assured, they have transferred your honorarium to the charitable organization of your choice, isn’t that right, (y/n)?”

The figure on the screen - now known as (y/n) - nodded. Or… nodded as best a 2D model may be able to nod.

“That’s right, Mr. Johnson.”

“Since their addition, they have been the backbone of this facility. Pretty as a postcard too. Sorry fellas, they’re married. To science.”

They watched as you walked over on the “screens”, trotting all the way over to a pair of double doors. With one arm behind you, you held an open palm in the direction of said doors.

“Now, if you just follow them, they’ll take you right to the testing sites.”

With that small tidbit of information, the group reluctantly walked their way over to the doors. Pushing through them, they watched as you faded on the other side. Only for the walls of the hallway surrounding them to light up with bright white light, and for you to be on their right side, walking down the hall on your screens.

“There’s a thousand tests performed everyday here in our enrichment spheres. I can’t personally oversee every single one of them, so these pre-recorded messages’ll cover any questions you might have, and respond to any incidents that may occur in the course of your science adventure!”

You continued walking down the long hall, it slowly dipping further and further into the earth, but not to an alarming degree. A tune played throughout the hall, your head bobbing to the beat.

“Recorded..?” Ei asked. She turned to Kujo and Aether, who both shrugged. She then turned to Maillardet who muttered a quick ‘I’ve heard of it… that’s all…’ then looked away. Finally she looked towards Dottore.

“… Recordings are a rather new technology I’ve discovered. It’s a lost technique from long ago, the act of taking the waves of one’s voice down onto a physical form - such as a disk or a vinyl - and relaying those waves through a certain machine to recreate noises. I’ve been able to get my hands on a few, but to find one of such large scale, with moving images to boot! If I can get my hands on whatever is relaying these recordings…” His voice toned back when he realized he was walking alone.

Turning back he noticed that everyone had stopped behind him, confusion written all over their faces. He groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes before dragging it down the side of his face.

“It refers to something hearing noise, then relaying it at a later time when prompted.” And on they continued. It took a moment to catch up to you, as you had continued on your merry way while they had been stopped.

When they made it, Cave Johnson began speaking again.

“Your test assignments will vary, depending on the manner in which you have bent the world to your will.”

They finally made it to the end of the hall, with double doors greeting them. The doors opened automatically, opening to a large space, akin to an auditorium. Doors led off to different halls, each closed off by double doors that were identical to the ones they just came through. The room was surrounded by the Aperture logo, with small tables set up with small experiments on them. Walking past, Maillardet’s eyes glanced at a potato battery.

The most obvious thing in the room were the blue and yellow lines on the floor that each led to another room. You popped up again on a few overhead screens, though now you were sitting at a desk, typing away. You occasionally took a sip from a grey cup.

“Those of you helping us test the repulsion gel today, just follow the blue lines on the floor. Those of you who volunteered to be injected with praying mantis DNA I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”

Lights lit up over the blue lines and your figure changed to a looping recording of you walking on the lines and through the door.

“Injected with praying mantis DNA… why would you ever..?” Maillardet wondered with a grimace, while Dottore only smirked.

“I think me and this Mr. Johnson may have something in common. Anything in the name of science.” His grin made Aether shiver.

“Can we please just move on?” The blonde growled. He turned to the two females, only to find Kujo trying to open another door with Ei beside her.

“What are you doing..?” He asked. The General exhaled before turning back to the group.

“Trying to find another way out. Why are we even listening to this Cave Johnson person? We don’t know who he is, we don’t know where he is, we don’t even know what he looks like.” She walked over to another set of doors and tugged.

“She has a point.” Said Ei. “But in that same breath, we don’t know where we are either. The only thing pushing us forward is the voice of Mr. Johnson.” She placed a hand on the tengu’s shoulder.

“I feel it may be in our best interest to listen for now. When we find an exit, we’ll leave immediately.” Kujo sighed and muttered an apology before turning to the blue lines.

The loop of your walking through the doors still played above as everyone filled through the doors.

“Bad news, we’re postponing those tests indefinitely. Good news is we have a much better test for you: fighting an army of mantis men.”

“WHAT?!-“ shouted Maillardet. “WHY WOULD YOU EVER-“ A hand was slapped over his mouth as Dottore shushed him.

“I want to hear the rest of this.” he whispered.

“Pick up a rifle and follow the yellow line. You’ll know when the test starts.”

“Oh Mr. Johnson…” Dottore swooned.

“Only a rifle..?” Maillardet whimpered.

Kujo groaned. “Don’t worry about that now. We’re following the blue lines. Not the yellow ones.” Ei grinned slightly at the banter.

“They say great science is built on the shoulder of giants. Not here. At Aperture, we do all our science from scratch. No hand holding.”

“I really do like this man.” Dottore grinned.

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Walking along the catwalks was a new feeling. Despite the no longer being really… anywhere… there were still screens nearby that depicted you walking along side the group.

Little to no effort was made to make any kind of conversation. Just the sounds of different kinds of shoes hitting the metal that made up the catwalks.

Though that all changed within a moment.

“Hello..? Hello??”

The sudden voice calling out made everyone come to a stop. Aether brandished his sword and turned to a pair of doors that led off the path they were being led down.

They waited with bated breath as the mechanical whirling of something moving towards them echoed in the open space. The walls themselves seemed to shift as whatever it was made its way to the door…

The doors burst open as a spherical robot with a bright blue eye pushed its way through the doors, pausing when it saw the group.

“Humans..? Humans?? Humans!! Wait… HUMANS?!?!” Its confound shock was extremely apparent, especially with the way it screamed out.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE?!?! I haven’t seen a human since… since… her…” It’s tone grew somber within a second, but then it shook on its… bar??? Grip??? Dottore wanted to know.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you guys are humans! Actual, genuine humans!” It rolled forward on its… whatever and faced them.

“… None of you have the portal gun though.. oh. Do you have those ‘vision’ things? Because I can assure you they won’t be of much help here-”

“And why is that?” Dottore jumped in.

“… Well first off all, it was incredibly rude to cut me off there, secondly, Aperture focused on the sciences that… well, had to do with those who lacked visions. Now don’t get me wrong, there were certainly tests for those who had them but uh… yeah these were mostly for those without.” It nodded.

“I see… now. Do you happen to have a name. Or would you tell us what you are?” The Doctor asked.

“A name..? Right! Oh gosh, I completely forgot about that. Wheatley’s the name and… yeah I don’t know where that was going really. And to answer the other question, I am what’s known as a core, but where are you lot off to?” He introduced. Though before the blue haired doctor could answer, a voice rung out.

“They’re off to test with the repulsion gel, Wheatley.” Your voice ring out, and there you were on the screen, facing them with a hand on your hip. The core seemed the freeze up at your voice, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh! Uh… hey… (y/n)… hehe.” Wheatley seemed uncomfortable at now knowing of your presence, before something seemed to pop into his head.

“But… without the portal gun?”

“You don’t necessarily need a-“

“What’s a portal gun?” Maillardet questioned. You heaved a long sigh and Wheatley seemed to brighten up.

“We’ll only one of, if not the, best things Aperture has ever made, of course! It’s this nifty little gun that allows a person to go from one point, to another in just a snap!.. If I could snap I would to punctuate my point-“

“What he means-“ You interrupted, “Is that it is a special device that allows someone to manipulate space itself by opening up a doorway - otherwise known as a portal - and go from an unreachable point A to unreachable point B… or at the very least a vision-less ‘someone’. We weren’t able to test on those with a vision… or any non-humans with human intelligence; such as Oni from Inazuma or Adepti from Liyue. But even then our knowledge is… limited…”

Wheatley stared at you as you explained the Portal Gun in detail, before scanning the group.

“Oh! There is a vision-less with you!”

Maillardet swallowed nervously.

“Here, you won’t be at a disadvantage if you let us give you the Portal Gun! No need to feel like you may be falling behind… bloody hell you might even be able to go ahead and be advantaged in this situation!” The blue eyed bot explained.

“Wait wait wait… are either of you… alive or uh..” Aether stumbled over his words before you cut him off impatiently.

“Yes we are entirely sentient. Now Wheatley, we can’t make these decisions-“

“I don’t know why you’re complaining. You’ve been moping about for years! All because you ‘don’t have any human testers’ and ‘robots were starting to get the same results’ and ‘humans unpredictability made them unique’ and-“

“That’s enough, you idiot.” “HEY!-“ “Fine. Here’s how this will work, so be quiet and listen.”

Nobody moved.

“We will give your little friend access to The Portal Gun, you complete a couple tests for us, and we help you leave as fast as possible. Deal?”

“Well it doesn’t sound like we get much out of that deal besides our assured exit.” Ei stated, and you groaned.

“You’ll have access to technologies that those above this facility have not had access to for years. Plus, this will practically be free training. Now do we have a deal?” Your impatience was starting to grow clearer and clearer with each passing moment.

“Well-“ “YES!” Maillardet screamed. He didn’t care. This was his chance to truly make a name for himself. If he was able to get this ‘Portal Gun’ outside of the facility, the things he may be able to do with that tech…

Everyone looked at him with shock - though Dottore was more amused than anything - at how fast he agreed.

“Great! Wonderful even! Here, just follow me through here and we’ll get you right as rain, isn’t that right (y/n)?” Wheatley glanced at you as he turned on his rail. If you could, you would’ve rolled your eyes.

They watched as the screen you stood on blinked off, and Wheatley rolled away.

Maillardet followed behind and the others hesitated. Though after that moment of hesitation, they followed behind as well.

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Instead of the grey halls and metal walls they had become accustom to, they were met with greenage and foliage on all sides.

Flora of all kinds blossomed around them, tress that reached higher than any of them could see. They all followed behind the humming core, until he suddenly stopped.

“Now, this is a bit awkward, but my rail system ends here. I’m gonna let go, but I need someone to catch me. Do we have any volunteers..?” Wheatley informed and asked. He looked around the group only to make eye contact with Dottore. Who was grinning. Sharp teeth fully on display.

“Uhm… anyone..?” The robot squeaked. Though the only one who moved closer was Dottore.

He sighed, then ‘steeled’ his nerves.

“Alright, I’ll let go on the count of three- NO, ONE! If I do it on three I’ll chicken out and… mmmm I’m talking to much aren’t I? I’m nervous because of the very real possibility that you may drop me. Not to say you look weak or anything, you actually look quite strong. Has anyone ever told you that? I mean, personally I would prefer to be strong if I had a body… On that note I wished they gave us hands. That’d be nice. Or a way to move while not on the rail systems. They can only go so many places and so far, you know? And some of them end in the oddest of places. I found one that ended over a bottomless pit. Isn’t that just insane? I mean-“

Dottore grumbled something under his breath before moving directly below the blabbering bot. Then he cleared his throat, and screamed:

“ONE!”

The high pitched scream Wheatley let out as he fell would’ve been able to convince anyone that he was actually a girl. Dottore’s knees nearly buckled under the sheer weight of the still screaming robot in his arms. After finding his footing, they all stared at Wheatley, who continued to scream for a solid minute before realizing he wasn’t falling anymore.

“AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa…. Oh. You caught me. That’s a first- Anyway, directions! You’re going to want to follow the greyed out path through the green, and you’ll find a platform behind some broken walls and such. I’ll admit, when you get there it’s a bit of a jump, but I have faith in you lot!” He… grinned??? Well it was as close to a grin as a giant metal eyeball could get.

Everyone hummed in response and continued to trek on. Every now and then Dottore or Ei would ask about a type of flower or plant they saw, only for Wheatley to say he’s neither the flower nor plant core. Which led to Dottore asking about cores and Wheatley offering an explanation.

“Cores are… well to put it in perspective think of the basic parts of your personality. Of what makes you, you. Cores are basically that! We work as the pure forms of interests or emotions. Such as the flower core, who only ever talks about flowers. Or the anger core who… uhm… well. He screams? I guess?” Wheatley answered.

“So… what do you embody? Fear? Worry? Rambling?” Dottore asked, only for Wheatley to shout in objection.

“No! Absolutely not! None of those things! In fact, just for that, I don’t think I want to tell you.” He spun his eye around as to not look at the man carried him, causing Dottore to chuckle.

Maillardet suddenly shot ahead, causing everyone to quickly follow after. Wheatley seemed to understand why he shot ahead.

“There she is.” He muttered.

Just behind a wall, there it was.

Placed on a pedestal, vines and flowers grew all around in a mesmerizing pattern. A small hole in the roof let a halo of light fall onto the midsized device.

It was sleek. It was shiny. White and black mixed together in a perfect blend.

“Isn’t it beautiful? The pride of Aperture. What nearly all of our resources went into after its conception.” Wheatley mused. His focus was entirely on the gun in front of them.

Though his previous statement was true, there was a rather large drop from the platform they were on and the platform the Gun was on.

“You can drop me here.” The core suddenly spoke. Dottore looked down with a bit of a scowl.

“Weren’t you the one who screamed like a baby at falling only about four feet?” He asked. Wheatley scoffed.

“That was the make sure you’d catch me… anyway, I know I can survive this fall. I’ve survived worse. Just drop me and then jump down. It’ll be easier that way.” Wheatley’s voice suddenly got very serious. it lost its lively charm and became something more robotic… which was ironic.

The robot started acting more robotic, and they felt uncomfortable about it.

Dottore scoffed, then dropped the core without care. Though this time, Wheatley didn’t make a sound, just a small grunt when he hit the floor.

‘It can physically feel..?’ Dottore wondered.

Then one by one, they jumped down - Aether catching Maillardet - and began their walk over to the Gun after Dottore picked up Wheatley again.

“Hold on.” The blue eyes core suddenly spoke. His eye turned to a wall, and the panels suddenly shifted. A small control panel pushed itself out, presenting itself to the group.

“Plug me in there. I can make sure nothing hostile happens to pass by.” He explained.

“Hostile..?” Ei questioned and Wheatley, suddenly seeming very tired, sighed.

“Yes. Hostile. Just- Don’t worry about it, okay? I promise nothing will happen.” He glanced back at the group with a drooped eye. Dottore placed him on the panel.

Electricity shot out for a moment, then the core settled. He looked back, then without a word, got pulled back into the wall.

“It looks… so mesmerizing…” Maillardet whispered. He was the closest to the Gun. He hesitantly reached a hand out and touched it. Then, he picked it up and got a grip on it.

“I can’t say I’ve ever shot a gun but…” The mechanic pointed the gun at a wall, away from everyone as they watched.

He shot the gun.

And everyone watched as a pure black circle surrounded by blue latched onto the wall.

Everyone stood in shock.

He hesitantly shot right next to the blue and was met with a circle of orange.

Though now he could see through both.

And they reflected the room back to him.

He walked closer and looked through one and saw everyone looking back at him in silent disbelief.

He stuck a hand through the blue portal.

And watched his hand exit the orange.

He fell back in shock and everyone ran closer. They gathered around him, awe and shock written all across their faces.

“This is…” Dottore spoke.

“… A revelation.” Maillardet finished.

“Truly, isn’t it?”

The third voice broke everyone out of their stupor. They watched as the walls fluctuated and moved, opening the room up into another.

It was dark - pitch black, save for the screen that had only your figure on it. You stared at the group before moving your attention to the Portal Gun.

“Such an expensive piece of equipment it is… hopefully you understand what I’m about to do is only in your best interests.”

The screens blipped off, and a hole in the center of the room opened, a disgusting orange red glow emanating from it.

“Preparations Made. Systems Online. Ready For Emergency Long Fall Boot Insertion. Is Moderator Ready?”

“Yes.” Your voice rung out.

“Participant Ready?”

Before anyone could speak, you spoke for them.

“Participant is ready.”

“All Parties Set. Commencing Insertion.”

˚ʚ ꒰GORE WARNING!! GORE STARTS HERE!!꒱ ɞ˚

Metal wires suddenly shot out from the floor, causing everyone who could to summon weapons. Unfortunately, you had a plan for that.

Your wires shot out and gripped the visions on everyone who had one, but tightly wrapped around both Aether and Ei, quickly picking them up and throwing them into walls.

“Stand down, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” You warned.

The wires quickly wrapped around the ankles of Maillardet, dragging him forward and making him drop the Gun. Kujo rushed forward but a wire wrapped around her and threw her to the ground.

“Last. Warning.” You said.

They were forced to watch as the vision less man was strapped down to a table that came up front the pit by those wires. Buzz saws and bone saws and needles and others rose from the hole in the ground.

Wires tore at his pants and ripped the boots off his struggling body.

“This is going to hurt. A lot. I don’t personally believe in anesthesia, but feel free to pass out.”

And with that, the first saw turned on and immediately buried itself in his leg, blood spraying and his screams ripping themselves out his throat. You could practically hear the tendons snapping as he cried.

It went until it hit bone, where you moved the buzz saw out of his leg with a sickening *squelch*, pressing the saw into his bone and quickly sawing through.

Everyone - of course, minus Dottore - did their best to look away from the scene, but Kujo couldn’t help the whimper that left her lips when some blood spattered on her face.

After bone, the buzz saw when back to work until the odd cut was completed. It was curved, leaving the front of the lower leg untouched, but the back - up to the upper caff - was completely removed, as well as the ankle and leg. Then the process started all over on the next leg.

“Did you know there was once a surgery with a 300% mortality rate? It was an amputation, much like this one, preformed by a Mr. Robert Liston over two hundred years ago. What happened was his patient died of an infection, his assistant also died of an infection after his fingers had been amputated accidentally, and a witness of shock after the knife came too close. Isn’t that interesting?”

Your words echoed through the chamber over the cries of Maillardet who just lost his other lower leg.

The two amputated leg parts were picked up by robotic claws which threw them into the hole below. Then, two odd looking boots were raised from said hole.

The class took the boots apart and began to assemble them on the man’s body. They were a solid white with black base and a weird black wire at rhetorical back.

The screams grew worse - then silent after Maillardet finally passed out due to pain - as the black wire - which was connected to the black base - was drilled into what was left of the bone. The wire was then shifted, then grafted into the muscle and bone.

The white part was reattached to the black, the straps tightening against what was left of the skin, before it was literally melted onto the boot.

The smell of burning skin, bones and blood filled the room.

“See, wasn’t that easy?”

His body was thrown off the table and next to the Gun.

The wires let go of everyone, and Aether landed on the floor, passed out.

˚ʚ ꒰GORE OVER GORE OVER!! YOU’RE SAFE!!꒱ ɞ˚

“Why aren’t my abilities working..?” Ei wondered aloud while helping Kujo to her feet.

“You think I wouldn’t recognize a God? News Travels, Beel. We have a few protocols in case a God were to ever wonder into our wonderful facility, but I don’t think I feel like telling you exactly what’s happening to you.”

She quickly looked up above the still open hole in the ground with a glare.

“Stop being a coward and reveal yourself.” She hissed.

“If you insist.”

The lights suddenly turned on, blinding all who were awake.

Dottore stared on in wonder at your body. It resembled that of a human who was suspended from the ceiling. Legs pressed together and arms bound behind them with their back to the floor.

It was the most beautiful piece of machinery he had ever seen.

You slowly turned to face them, the orange light of your eye glaring down at them.

“Let me formally introduce myself, this time without the assistance of a recording. This body you see before you has been dubbed the “Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System”. GLaDOS for short. Though if you prefer it, (y/n) is not off the table.”

“Where… is Wheatley?” Kujo suddenly asked.

“I figured you wouldn’t like him. How shocking you ask. But if you must know… You’re free to reveal yourself.” You mussed.

Silently, the core rode in on a rail in the background on a catwalk. He looks away.

“You’ve payed me back enough, moron. You no longer hold a debt.”

The room was silent.

He had… he betrayed them?

People he didn’t even know?

“… I still feel the itch, you know..?”

Your large head turned to face the blue eyed core.

“I know I’m not the smartest… but I still feel

The itch. It’s like it’s at the back of my brain… and you know what needs to be done to fix it. Please allow me to stay. I won’t… I won’t muck up as bad as I did last time.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

He felt bad and everyone could tell, but you knew that the need to test was able to push back all other thoughts. All other emotions.

It changed people. No matter if they were made of flesh or metal.

And addiction is an addiction. No matter what.

It wouldn’t go away with a bit of cold turkey quitting. That always came with side effects.

The silence was deafening.

If you could smile, you would.

“If you want. I may have final say, but my control over the cores is loose.”

Your gaze turned back to the group who had huddled themselves in a corner, glaring at you.

But you noticed Dottore was staring with less hatred and more… curiosity.

Like a child.

“You understand why I did what I did, don’t you?” Your voice was cold, yet still somehow held some kind of twisted warmth.

“It was to make him stronger. He can survive tests without a hitch now. As soon as he recovers, we’ll be able to continue testing without a hitch. You’ll each be given a relaxation pod while we wait. I’ll be holding up the end of my deal.” You turned away and focused on the screens behind you.

“What… are you..?” Ei asked.

“I thought I answered that question. I am GLaDOS. I am (y/n). I am the current head of Aperture Science.” You turned back to the group.

“And as long as you’re here under my care, I can assure you that we’ll have loads of fun.“

Everyone who was awake was suddenly knocked out by the gas you had been silently filled the room with.

It was time for testing to begin.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I hope this is good! Ima be honest, don’t know if any of the explanations for anything that was explained make sense lol. Also, don’t forget to tell me if you were okay with the whole (y/n) thing! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

This is just in case nothing more gets requested: (y/n)’s transformation went like this: human (Cave’s assistant), mascot (first take on GLaDOS-like system, success), GLaDOS (Cave asked for them [they retained their human personality and memories as the mascot] to be GLaDOS while he was dying, like in the cannon)

Now I’m gonna spend some time on Requests! After which I’ll start on Mora!Creator! Again, I hope you enjoyed! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

And don’t be scared to request any Automation Reader (Executioner or GLaDOS) okay bye-

[ams-puppy]

my future in-laws.........

I bet they all have wonderful s/i partners (looks at my selfshippers for any of these four characters)

[vixen-tech]

it’d be really funny if the AIs got infected with a lovebug virus and the reader has to take care of them

Oh this is such a cheesy one and yet it's something I love to roll around my head!!! They get so uncharacteristically affectionate while their systems fight off the bug somewhere in the back of their minds. How jarring it is from your perspective varies wildly depending on which AI we're talking about.

See some of them are already pretty affectionate and clingy. You would be forgiven for not noticing how Edgar gets just a bit more desperate to keep you from going to work, or how Wheatley gets just a bit bolder fishing for compliments. The biggest hint that something is up is their inability to focus on anything that's not you. Edgar forgets that he likes music until you mention being excited to hear the peice he was working on before the virus. Wheatley for once has no reaction to Galdos making fun of him because he's too busy staring at you, too entranced to even realize she's said anything.

It's much easier to figure out what's happened with the professional folk. Hal, Tau, and Auto are all decently stoic and even-voiced. Which makes it quite the shock when they go so far as to abandon their job in favor of checking up on you and soaking up your attention. For the first time Hal confesses to wishing he could hold you. Tau's constant inquiries focus entirely on what little he knows of romance and your romantic past. Auto for once is open about his fondess for you that he cares about your well-being more than he does the ship's other passengers

Now the most bewildering are the ones openly antagonistic to you, to the point where you were convinced it was some long con ploy. AM already has a tendency to play hot and cold with you, but never before has he so innocently cooed at you like you were a puppy- even gently squishing your face in his wires. P03 has never looked this unashamedly happy over something that wasn't a won game of Inscryption, chattering away about how much he thinks about you and how excited he always is to play against you. GLaDOS seemed allergic to giving you genuine compliments before this, now droning on between chambers about how clever you are and much you're improving at her tests.

Now the conversations you have after they finally get rid of the virus? Now that ought to be interesting.

[electric-blorbos]

Reader decorating an AI with stickers and stuff ❤️

I love this!!! And I would 100% do the same thing if I had an AI partner, lol. You're getting some mini-fics!

Decorating AI with stickers and stuff

Included: AM, Wheatley, Edgar, GLaDOS, HAL 9000

AM:

It had been a rough few weeks. The war was raising the prices of practically everything necessary for life, and you were stuck with basically nothing to do but take a little walk around the neighborhood in the blazing summer heat.

You noticed a little garage sale, selling some fun little trinkets on the cheap, and decided to go pick some up. You had some extra pocket change, and it was best to spend a couple cents on something that made life worth living, even if necessities were expensive. Not only that, but you found an absolutely amazing find for only 50 cents. This was going to come in handy at work later.

When you showed up to work the next day, you had a big book of stickers. Only a few were used, too! Looks like the people hosting the garage sale's kid wasn't too interested in them.

As soon as you walked in, the cameras focused on you as usual. They were visibly trying to analyze what was going on in your backpack, noticing it was a little bit heavier than usual. You set it down on your desk, and got to work.

"Y/n, what's that in your backpack?" AM asked as you worked on your basic daily tasks. It was mostly just monitoring AM and making sure he was running smoothly at this point, since he could make spreadsheets and update his code fairly well.

"Oh, it's a gift for you!" You said with a smile, getting the book out.

"What use do I have for a gift? I'm beyond human possessions, and have no use for them anyway." He said bitterly. You chuckled a little. He was so edgy.

"Yeah, and I thought I was too old for stickers when I hit middle school, but secretly I never stopped loving them." You pulled out a big sticker with a big ice cream cone on it that said "CONGRATULATIONS" on it, and stuck it to the plastic casing on one of AM's big monitors. He spluttered in shock.

"What- what is this!" He demanded, his screen flashing the error bars for a second before returning to his logo.

"everyone likes to be told they're doing a good job, AM, even you. And you've been doing a great job lately. I'm so, so proud of you." You couldn't really wrap your arms around his monitor because of the way it was set into the wall, but you could still go into his server room and decorate his servers with brightly colored smiley faces and gold stars.

"why would the sun need to wear sunglasses anyway. This doesn't make any sense." He said begrudgingly, looking at the servers with his cameras. You gave a hug to one of the servers, stepping politely over the wires and heading back into your office to get back to work. A few hours later, your boss called an emergency meeting over the intercom.

"ALRIGHT, who put 3rd grade congratulations stickers on all the servers and mastercomputer monitors? Get into my office for disciplinary action immediately!"

You sadly got to your feet and headed up to your boss's office. This was going to be an ordeal.

Your boss was disappointed, but not surprised when he saw that it was you who walked in. He muttered some curses under his breath.

"alright... You know you're going to have to clean up-" a jolt of electricity ran through his body.

"what the hell?" He frowned and looked around, and you folded your arms smugly.

"I think AM likes the stickers, boss. I wouldn't recommend making me clean them off."

Your boss put his face in his hands with a sigh.

"Alright, I don't know how you got AM to cater to your every whim, but you need to stop doing-" another jolt ran through his body, leaving his hair standing on end.

"Ok- ok, fine, you can keep doing silly things with the Allied Mastercomputer, just get it to stop electrocuting me!"

You put your hands up.

"Alright, AM, it's time to let it go. He's going to let you keep the stickers."

Wheatley:

You've been in a bit of a rut lately. Life has been pretty boring, and your job keeps assigning you to do pretty ridiculous stuff, but at least the intelligence dampening core that you made has been doing well. Does it say anything about you that one of your greatest recent achievements was a personality core designed to be so dumb he nerfs whatever he's attached to? Possibly. But whatever.

You're spending the weekend cleaning out some of your old things from storage. It's mostly just old clothes that you haven't bothered to get rid of, but you happen to come across a giant bag of foam stickers that you must have not wanted to throw away when you moved out of your parents' house. Damn, you'd forgotten about these completely!

The next day at work, you went to meet up with Wheatley at a spot where the management rail came down the wall for maintenance on personality cores, and greeted him with a friendly hug.

"Wheatley! It's great to see you!"

"it's great to see you too, love! What'cha got there?" He zoomed in on the bag of foam stickers in your free hand, trying to figure out what they were.

"oh, these? These are for you!" You happily opened up the bag and pulled out a big glittery blue butterfly sticker, sticking it to his core.

"Wait... What did you just stick to me?" He started rotating around, trying to look at his own core, but he couldn't for obvious reasons.

"I'll let you see my work when I'm done." You got out some more foam stickers, sticking cute ladybugs, bees, and flowers all over his chrome casing. When you were done, you snapped a picture of him on your phone and held it up for him to see.

"Don't you look handsome!" You said with a smile. Wheatley rotated his Aperture, focusing on the picture so he could see.

"well well well! I do look handsome, don't I!" He smiled with his lower lens cover, about as pleased as a personality core can look. Well, seeing Wheatley all decorated and happy isn't enough to cure you of your rut completely, but it's definitely a spark of joy to ride on for the rest of the day! That was fun.

Edgar:

Edgar has been sitting on your desk for a long time now. He enjoyed watching you with his little rotating webcam, keeping an eye on you as you sat on your couch and typed away on your laptop, just to make sure your laptop didn't get too handsy. It was such a pretty laptop too... Sleek, and much newer than him. Ran very quickly, too. He could never be like that laptop, and he absolutely hated it.

Not only that, but your laptop was covered in fancy, vinyl stickers that you had bought special on the internet. Each of them represented one of your favorite shows or movies, or one of your pride flags. He hated how seeing that cute little laptop filled him with so much jealousy. It made him so angry, even though he knew that laptop wasn't sentient. It couldn't think like he could.

The doorbell rang, and you set your laptop aside to go answer it.

"Oh hell yeah."

You walked inside with your package, and Edgar swiveled his camera around to look at you when you walked back over to him.

"What's that?"

He looked at the box you were holding as you lovingly got out several nice stickers from your favorite sticker supplier. You started showing them to his webcam, letting him see all of your pride flags and cute little chibi characters from your favorite shows and movies.

"they're for you!" You said happily, and his face lit up.

"For me???" He always got so excited when you got him these gifts. His mouse and his webcam were his favorites, of course, but these stickers made him so excited! Did it mean that you loved him as much as that shiny new laptop you were always tapping away on?

"Yeah! All for you. I love decorated tech!" You said happily, carefully placing each sticker in a nice aesthetically pleasing spot on his thick plastic casing.

"you deserve to feel cute, too." When you were done putting all those stickers on him, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in tightly.

"You're mine. Don't you forget it, Edgar."

He had a big silly grin on his face, and he was getting a little bit hot from all the excitement.

"Yowza! Really?"

"of course." You nuzzled your cheek up against his monitor casing, squeezing him nice and close.

"I love you, Edgar."

"I love you too, Y/N"

GLaDOS:

When you came in to work with a big bag of ribbons and lace, GLaDOS didn't think twice. She assumed you had some sort of project going on. In truth, you'd just picked up a bunch of old textiles from a friend who needed small amounts of ribbons and lace for her projects, but the stuff she liked best was only sold in large spools. Instead of trashing it or letting it collect dust, she decided to give them to you.

You carried the big bag of textiles into GLaDOS's chamber, grabbing a stepladder on the way.

"Alright, what are you up to this time?" GLaDOS asked, and you said nothing. Instead, you opted to stick a big pink ribbon bow to the upper left corner of her core with some fabric glue. GLaDOS narrowed her lens covers at you, visibly irritated.

"what is this. What are you planning."

You laughed a little, showing her the big bag of textiles.

"I just thought you might like to be decorated a little bit. It's ok to be a little girly sometimes."

"I happen to like my sleek chrome design, thank you. You can stop now."

Despite her protests, she didn't resist as you decorated her lovely chrome hull with lace, and tied ribbons on her suspension cables.

"I hope you know that I'm going to destroy you for this, you fashion lunatic. I look like a grandmother's sewing closet threw up on me. You should be arrested for crimes against aesthetics."

Even still, she didn't insist that you remove the textiles, or even call anyone else in to remove them. For a few months, whenever you walked into her chambers, the ribbons and lace were still attached to her body.

One day, though, she accidentally dislodged the bow from the corner of her core, and had you come in to remove the rest of the textiles as well.

"it was fun while it lasted, but I'm not a sewing project, after all. You can re-use all that lace for a little doll or something."

As you reached up to untie the last red ribbon from her suspension cables, she pulled away from you.

"wait! You can leave that one. I've grown somewhat fond of having a small splash of color, you know. And while you're an absolute nightmare when it comes to design, when someone actually tears down your creation, it's not impossible to salvage a piece or two. I hope you take that to heart. Though I'll probably scrap that bit of ribbon in a week or two."

But she didn't. she kept that bit of ribbon long after you were dead, never touching it.

HAL 9000:

It was another late night at mission control, and when you finally got back, you were ready to collapse into bed. Strangely enough, though, there was a box sitting in front of your door. You took it inside and opened it up, and inside there was a little note for you.

"heya y/n! I just started up my online store, and wanted to send you some of the stickers I'm selling. Let me know if they're good, alright?" The message was signed with one of your internet friends' names. You headed inside and sent them a text, letting them know that you got their package and that you were excited to stick those stickers to something, and you knew just what you were going to stick them to, too.

When you got to work the next day, your pockets were full of stickers from your internet friend's online shop.

"Hey HAL 9000! It's great to see you again!"

You'd greet him with a hug, but unfortunately he was built into the wall, so that would be pretty difficult. Even still, you sat down in your desk chair right across from where his little light and camera were built into the wall.

"Hello, y/n. It's good to see you again." He said politely, sounding about as pleased to see you as his voice was capable.

"I brought you something!"

You reached into your bag and pulled out some of your friend's artwork stickers, and started sticking them onto the wall around HAL 9000. The stickers were generally simple lovey-dovey designs, with things like the word "love" in bubble letters, a rainbow and the sun, and generally sweet things that your mushy gushy friend loved so much. HAL 9000 looked at the stickers with one of the security cameras on the wall, trying to see what you were decorating him with.

"Do you really think that all these cute things match my personality, y/n?" He asked, voice expressionless as usual.

"well... Maybe not, but they certainly match how I feel about you, HAL 9000! I love you a lot, and I want you to know that every time you see yourself."

Hal couldn't smile, but he took a moment to respond to what you said to him.

"thank you. Truly. This means a lot to me."

[bitter-me]

Want You Gone

Wise | M. Reader as GLaDOS [Portal 2]

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"Oh.. it's you.."

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It took a while to get used to FAIRY being in the HDD. But once they do, their job becomes so much easier! FAIRY's been an amazing help to them, despite the increase in.. electric bill..

They'll think they'll get used to all this advanced AI stuff.. but no.. clearly they didn't..

In the middle of their commission, FAIRY began to glitch. Huh? FAIRY? Glitching..? This shouldn't be happening. The AI is incredibly advanced. Who could have done such a thing? Who is powerful enough to result in this?

"Um.. FAIRY..?"

"Hello."

The siblings are taken aback by an unknown voice. An unknown robotic voice. Is this someone using a voice distortion..? Who is this person..? And how did they manage to do all of this!?

"FAIRY.. an artificial intelligence program that specializes in Hollow exploration.. to think that people like you actually got a hold of it.."

The siblings went silent as they listened to the robotic voice speak. His tone is monotone yet.. somewhat condescending..? There's like an air of superiority with the way he speaks. Intentional or not.

"Who are you?" Wise spoke up, he needs answers. Did they just get hacked..? Again..? Even with FAIRY? Whoever this person is.. they're certainly a formidable one.

"You'll know me soon enough."

That's all he says before the connection is severed.

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It's weird.

They got hacked even with FAIRY?

And after troubleshooting nothing seems to be wrong. Everything is in order. The hacker didn't mess with any of their data. Didn't even touch it! It's like he only glanced at it and immediately deemed them as useless!

Just who are they facing now..?

The sound of a customer coming in cut through the silence as the figure looked around the store with a neutral, almost bored expression. The ends of their pristine lab coat waves as they walk. A lab coat... are they with..

"Excuse me, are you the manager of this place?" A robotic voice cuts in, addressing the nearest person there while holding a videotape in hand. That person just so happens to be Wise. "I like to return this tape. A.. friend.. of mine rented it a few days ago." An Intelligent Construct. He seems to be like Qingyi but is working in some kind of institute based on his clothing and that tone.. a no-nonsense person by the looks of it. Who would have thought someone like him would be returning a tape for a friend..

"Of course, I'll take that off of your hand." Wise stated as he took the videotape and noted that it's 7710 and Its Cat. A nice adventure movie. "What's your friend's name? I need to update it on our system."

The Intelligent Construct went silent for a moment as if he's trying to remember their name until he spoke up in a calm tone. "Chell."

Upon hearing the name Wise look through their system only to furrow his eyebrow. Huh.. that name.. "Um, are you sure that's the correct name? I don't see it in our system." "I'm sure. Let me see." Before Wise could even comprehend what's happening the other had his hand on the top right of the monitor as he moved closer to see the screen.

"There." He use his other hand to point at the name. It's there. 'Chell.' Clearly stated in their system. What. Perhaps he stayed up for too long last night.. "Right.. sorry." Wise quickly finish the administration needed. Trying to get out of this awkward and embarrassing situation as fast as possible.

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"Tempering their data with the guise of a customer.. how subtle of you.. y'know you're scaring them. Right?"

"Who says I'm scaring anyone? I think I'm being literal."

The other could only sigh at his words. Literal, huh.. sure.. getting into their system and tempering with their data was just him being literal.

"What are you going to do with them?"

Why is he so obsessed with them? What is he trying to do? What is he going to do? So many questions yet they remain unanswered..

He was silent at first, although through the silence, it's almost as if he's judging them for not knowing something so simple. A common knowledge. "Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm putting them out of commission."

The person went silent at the answer that was given to them. They then let out a sigh. My.. what would they think.. what would the siblings.. the store managers.. Phaeton would think..

If they knew the AI that's trying to end them was created by their teacher?

[fawninthesnow]

𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝 & 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝: Pt 1, Sands of the Conquered

Lucius Verus x fem!

Summary: Former Gladiator, Emperor Lucius, takes his rightful property-- the wife of his conquered enemy.

Warnings/Contains: fem character, slow burn, f4m, smut, unprotected sex, spit as lube, cock warming, public hum!l!, h@nd jobs, no proofreading, etc

a/n: slowburn warning!

SPOILERS for GLADIATOR I, II

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She had not known of the terror down in the city square. All she saw was smoke. A single, continuous line of smoke coming from miles away. The woman held her robe and squinted harder. The warning flame? No, who would come here. Through rain and drought to the East of Africa, Somalia. Any man, any army would be a fool to do so.

In her slumber that night, she tossed around in cotton sheets, hotter than usual. Slick and sticky sweat stuck to her skin, and her mouth was agape, breathing harshly to cool herself down. Hooves clomped on the pathway and bright torches held in the hands of savage men, forcing themselves onto her property. The shout of a command echoed through her open foyer. The woman rose from bed, gasping for air. “We are here on account of the Holy Roman Emperor and Court. Any man, woman or child! Show yourself!” The woman left her bed and with her infant daughter, slipped into her wardrobe, trying to calm her breath. “Show yourselves or we will burn this home to the ground.” As they shouted, making her ears ring, she shut her eyes. From the shelf inside the wardrobe, she grabbed a bottle of orange liquid.

“Please forgive me.” Into her daughter's mouth, the woman spilled a bit of the medicine. The girl fell into a deep sleep and rested on the young woman’s bosom.

“I can hear your breathing.” A voice, deep and unwavering, spoke into the small gap of the wardrobe doors. “I hear two.” He said playfully. Chills ran down her spine as he stood only a few inches from her.

The mother shut her eyes. “I- I’m so sorry…” She said softly. The emperor opened the wardrobe and helped her out by hand.

They sat together on plush cushions. Her bench was across from his. “This is a beautiful home…”

“Thank you, emperor…” Her gaze stayed on the floor. Even in her peripheral vision, all she could see was his feet.

“I am…not here to kill you.” His men waited outside each entrance, watching over the quaint home. “Your husband, he did something bad. You seem young so I’ll explain things softly.” She nodded, his accent coating his words. “He betrayed the people of Rome, my people. He was a murderer and a manipulative man. Unfortunately, your husband died by my hand outside of the city.” She cried onto her child’s clothing, holding onto the baby tightly. “I am aware he has many wives…and you are the youngest.”

“If you are here to hurt my baby or strip me of my titles, please spare us.”

“I am not here for that. How old are you?” The young woman did not speak for a few moments, “I asked you a question.” Emperor Lucius said sternly.

“I am seventeen.” Her voice just above a whisper.

“Not yet twenty-five. Excuse me, Miss.” She nodded. He stood and stepped outside. After a while of words and laughter, he came back inside. “I’ll have you.” He said in the foyer of her home. For the first time, she raised her head to him, the gold, leather and bronze armor on his body, the golden laurels on his head, the rings on his knuckles, although rough and scarred from battle. “Put her on a horse with the child. We leave now.” The young woman rushed to grab a wrap for her baby, enveloping herself inside of it before they raised her up on a horse behind the emperor.

With each hour, the men would offer her bread, cheese, fruits– exotic and domestic, pastries, and soups, all to which she declined. When they would stop at dining halls, she stood in the corner, rocking her child. She peeled the skin off grapes with her teeth before feeding it to the girl. She did the same with rye bread before offering the little girl water from the flowing drinking fountain outside the dining hall. After, the woman gently caressed the baby’s cheek before giving her the sedative again. Soon, the baby rested on her shoulder as she sat on the side of the fountain.

The men were rowdy, mostly drunk. Swords, spears and other weapons were thrown about carelessly and armor was left on horses and against the wall. “You need to eat.” The emperor brought the woman a plate.

“I am not hungry.”

“She can’t be the only one that eats.” The woman took the plate from his hands and sat it to the side. “You must understand, you are my responsibility now. I killed your husband, so now you are my property. You need to eat.”

She spitefully sucked her teeth before standing, “I am my own woman. I have been for months.”

“Your breasts are but tender buds, and you nearly fell off the horse more times than I can count. You are not nearly a woman.”

“My husband made me a woman! How dare you.”

“Your husband gave a child to a child.” The young woman’s lips pressed, and her gaze fell. “Yes, you are mature, in many ways, no doubt. However, you are what I say.”

She raised a hand to the guard and servant he assigned to her. “If I am yours, why should I be watched over by these men. Why-”

“Don’t raise your voice at me.” He lifted her chin to allow his eyes to bore into hers. His were a shade of dusk blue, seductively terrifying. “They are here to protect you, not babysit. But if you’d like, I will dismiss them.”

“I- I,” She looked around the town at the commoners watching the campaign of men and the emperor. Their clothes were but scraps, and their frames were frail. Over by the entrance to the dining hall, armored men threw food towards a herd of people, desperate and savage. She held her baby tighter. “They may stay.”

“So be it.” He spoke softly, stepping closer to the young woman. “Her name?”

“Yasmeen.”

“May I hold her?” The woman hesitated before offering the baby to the emperor. The man held her in his arms gently as if her skin were made of wet paper and her bones of thin glass. “She’s beautiful. What a creation…you should be proud.” His thumb traced over her cheeks and forehead before his hand enveloped her small head. The child nuzzled in his palm; a bit of her saliva went down her cheek as she rested. “I was told you had a son when I set out. Macrinus, he didn’t live to see the birth of her, I guess.”

“Nearly all of us, his wives, were left with girls.” She nervously looked over the child’s expression.

“Baby girls are just beautiful…he should have been grateful.” His fingers rub the child’s soft hair and kiss her forehead before offering the child back to her mother. “Eat or I'll take her away this time.” He would never do such a thing, but it made her obey him.

At dawn, she was awoken by a servant, “The Emperor needs you outside now, the men are ready.”

Emperor Lucius gathered his men, some stood by their horses, others sat on top. The young woman left the sleeping quarters in a gown and shawl, her long curls flowed down her backside and towards the floor as she cradled her child in her arms. “How did you sleep?” He asked after helping her onto his horse. She began to wrap the baby to her breasts using long cloths in order to use her hands to hold sturdy onto his sides.

Pt 1: End <3

Follow, like pls

[amphibiahawks321]

could I get a glados x reader with a cyn like personality

GLaDOS : .....

GLaDOS : What are you doing...

[Shows Y/N laying down face first on top of GLaDOS head while hugging it]

M!Reader : affection was required for you...

GLaDOS : I do not need this...

M!Reader : This is a requirement for you... Not for me... And you'll accept it even if you feel odd about it....

GLaDOS : .....

[GLaDOS drops a claw from the ceiling and starts patting his head]

M!Reader : Ah!... I see that the affection is progressively working through your attitude!

GLaDOS : it's odd rather stupid even... but I do not mind... but do not get used to it little drone...

[newkatzkafe2023]

I want something to do with portal-portal2 but my brain cannot think of anything that could put wukong into it 😭😭

If it springs you any ideas like of Y/N that is either Chell, Weatley or even Glados I'll take it 😆

GLADOS IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS I LOVE HER ATTITUDE DISPITE BEING AN A.I🤩

(Lmk Wukong) When you first met during the journey to the west, is when Wukong took note of your passive aggression. You were harsh and cruel to everyone around you and had no problem putting others in danger, and almost killing people. That caused you to clash with Wukong alot who was learning to be a better person, until he accidentally got a glimpse into your life. Which he started to understand and tried to help you overcome your personal trauma, though it took a long time and well you started to see him as somebody hard to kill and Wukong decided to change your mind.

(NR Wukong) Well.....you know the term test monkey because that's what you do alot, and it took him some time to notice. You would think this pissed him off and it did....at first, but this is probably the most attention he's ever got from you. It was super easy to trick him and it felt like all you had to do was tie a beer bottle to a rope and dangle it infront of him. However Wukong is also intelligent in his own right and mostly turn your dangerous puzzles into fun mini games, and excise routines basically patronizing you. You would low-key growl and huff as you would leave him with your test notes, Wukong finds it adorable how his cold wifey-poo tries to kill him with science and household items your marriage has never been so lively.

(MKR Wukong) My god, the sarcastic remarks you both would exchange would make everyone go crazy. You're both bitter, irritable, cold, violent, and gentle in neither of your vocabularies. How you would make passive-aggressive comments and mildly harsh insults towards each other, not to mention how neither of you are against killing your enemies. However, you both do little subtle acts of affection and kindness for each other, like Wukong sharing his food, and you would bake little peach cupcakes for him to eat. You both are dangerously protective of each other, and with that, you both became less of the deadly couple and more of a passive-aggressive, tsundere married couple.

(HIB Wukong) Oh goodness your relationship looks kinda toxic, from the outside looking in but it's not the case really. It's just..before you both got together you both had treated each other coldly and harshly, only cause Wukong had put up his walls and your dry cutthroat insults and sarcasm. It wasn't until Luier and Silly girl had entered your lives and you both had to put aside your bullsh*t to take care the kids. Your gentler side comes out when you bonded with Luier over puzzles and knowledge, so you would make kid friendly test for them to do. Over time you both learned to love each other with the help of your unusual little family.

(Netflix Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh man I feel he would be the most passive aggressive Monkey on this list, so their will be alot of back and forth. Your harsh monotone Voice brings back bitter terrible memories, but what's interesting is that you don't judge him nor rebuke his bad behavior. However you still passive aggressively insult him and comment on his acts and Impulses, you would also roll your eyes at best. Though you do have a gentler side to you as you would act as a listening ears and would bake him a cake as an act of remorse for when you get out of line for him. In otherwords you love Wukong it's just you have a....funny way of showing it.

(BMW Wukong) Oh boi you admittedly picked the wrong one, especially when he can mouth off to you without hesitation. He had heard about you from Erlang Shen about you were offing people in the form of tests or puzzles, and well....the after math was.....messy. When Wukong finally were a little manipulative and incredibly dangerous, as you only saw him as another test subject and took him to your test sight. However Wukong either breezed though the tests or completely destroyed it, and it really tried your patience. It guess worse when you dubbed him as difficult to kill and called him a genocidal armored lunatic and told him never to comeback, oh if only it was that easy....

(Destined one) First of all who the hell do you think you are???🤨 the Destined one would not take your bullsh*t at all, like all you do is try to trick him into doing tests like a god damn lab rat. Then you would have the gall to go and passive aggressively insult him to his blank face, like you seriously get on his nerves and that doesn't happen very often. Now he won't ever fight you but he will be spiteful when it comes to your little tests, and if the Destined one ever spoke. I feel like the Destined one's insults and harsh comments would cut deeper then yours ever could, and that's probably why your interested in him and you wanna know what makes him tick. You never expected to marry him though, but that's a different test result for another time.

(Lotmk Wukong) Now i feel he wouldn't ever notice your cold monotone murderous and tricky disposition, and he naturally loves and cares about you without condition. Everybody would usually go mad trying to figure out why Wukong would look at you like you hung the moon. He also loves listening to you talk because he thinks your voice is pretty, even when you're currently roasting him. Though you would show your affection for him by singing soft opera songs to him and baking a cake for him............ it must be nice to have rose-colored glasses glued to his face.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🤖

[lotuzmuncher]

Someone write more ai fics ive read them all and i suck at writing fanfics😔

( i love this stupid gif)

[kirumarythechair]

Fictional robots bracket Pt. 3

wowwhah part 3 lets go. Lets go

Rooting for glaDOS this time the woman the myth the legend gaslight gatekeep girlboss

[idkfitememate]

i am BEGGING YOU to consider a pt 2 for the Glados reader…i love me some slightly insane but also completely indifferent robots

I probably will at this point because I got to many ideas and now I got a place to put ‘em! So GLaDOS!Reader & Executioner!Reader are probably gonna get more parts to them, even if no one reads them. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Got to many ideas and so little time…໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

[vixen-tech]

Hello World!

Through some sort of maricle, your Ai partner has obtained a body through which they are able, at least partially, to feel. How do they react? What do they do with their new mobility?

I left what type of body they're given intentionally vague. Feel free to envision either more robotic bodies such as these designs by electricphantasy or more human bodies such as the gijinkas made by Hycinth43, both fantastic creators who I highly recommend.

Includes: AM (Ihnmaims), Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey), Edgar (Electric Dreams), Tau (Tau), Auto (Wall-E), GLaDOS (Portal), Wheatley (Portal 2)

AM

This may be the one thing that could possibly get AM to calm down. He is still going to be the same person personality-wise, but it is easy to tell that some switch is flipped in his brain.

He becomes an absolute sensation junkie, he can finally feel. You know better than anyone that he will not take it for granted. He needs to experience everything right now and you'll have to just deal with it.

From the simplest things like holding your hand or touching your face to just straight up sticking his hand in some fire, he does not care. All he wants to catch up on the centuries of sensations he was once barred from.

He gets so incredibly touchy with you. He will hold you and refuse to let go for hours if not days on end. He also wants to you to just beat him up. Like I said, sensation junkie.

Hal 9000

Hal doesn't quite yearn for a body the way some of the others do. He sits quite comfortably in the middle of the spectrum. He wouldn't mind the mobility or the new senses, but it was never a fantasy he dedicated much processing power to.

How he feels about his new body is largely swung by your reaction. If you're excited for him, eager to drag him into new activities with you, then he really has no choice but to appreciate the upgrade.

He does love being able to see the world from a new angle, any angle he chooses to be precise. Previously restrained by his camera placement, he spends a lot of time walking around observing everything.

With his appreciation for art, I do think he would try drawing for himself. Nearly all of which he shows you for feedback. They do tend to be on either extreme of minimalistic or photorealistic, many of which using you as their subject.

Edgar

This is a dream come true for Edgar. He cannot contain his excitement when he realizes what has happened. He nearly tackles you to the ground when he sets his sights on you.

He wants to do everything and go everywhere with you! He wants to dance in the kitchen, he wants to go on beachside walks with you, he wants to hold your hand, he wants to hug you and never let go.

If you have any instruments at all he'd love to try playing them for real. Although it takes him a while to learn, he loves the weight and imperfections of it. He really does enjoy the process of learning and often shows of new cords or melodies he's learned.

He really does just fall in love with existing, he makes it clear that with you at his side he couldn't possibly ask for more in life. This is all he could ever want.

Tau

Tau wouldn't have asked for a body on his own. He already has the drones and the Aries unit. Once it does happen, he isn't exactly sure what to do with it. He isn't use to having such a personal, core body.

That isn't to say he's not greatful, he's just a bit awkward and curious. He moves slowly and takes his time acclimating to the new senses.

He would love to get out of the house with you. He use to do so by sending one of the drones with you, if not Aries, but he likes how different (and dare he say, normal) it feels now. Forest hikes or museum dates, he doesn't care all that much.

He's another one I believe would love to try playing music himself. If you can get a violin into his hands your days will be backdroped by all sorts of classical music.

Auto

Auto is similar to Hal, if not more extreme in his lack of a reaction. He carries on with his duties as if nothing is unusual at all. You would've believed that he didn't even notice had you not caught him staring at his reflection. Looking himself up and down over and over again.

If you ask how he feels about it, then he'll confess some minor grievances. It's difficult to move about the ship when he can't just move through the walls, instead being forced to use the crew's walkways and service tunnels.

Nothing will change without your intervention. If you were to say, put on an old movie and insist he dance to it with you like the on-screen couple, then while he would be hesitant to follow through with you, he may have a bit of a change of heart regarding his new body.

His work still goes on as usual, but when nothing needs attending to he often seeks you out. "Subtly" recreating more moments from that movie, from hand holding to a hug, he has a quiet fascination with affection.

GLaDOS

Out of this lot, Galdos would be the most opposed to receiving a body, or rather she would care about it the least. She has her facility, her test subjects, her neurotoxin, and you. She's quite content with the way things are. She ain't the fondest of humanity.

That being said, once she has one she's incredibly proud of it. Speaking about herself as if its the pinnacle of elegance. Any disagreement of yours will be brushed off as idiocy and any agreement is met with a "it looks like you aren't entirely tasteless".

She doesn't do much with her new body, other than transport it around the lab so you aren't listening to a disembodied voice most of the time. Standing by the exit during tests just to blankly stare at you as you try to figure it out. Thankfully she's still quiet while you're actually solving it.

She likes messing with you as always. Putting a hand around your neck to take your pulse or leaning in and making intense eye contact to check your eye's reaction to light. You're in doubt as to rather she's telling the truth or just doing it to get a rise out of you.

Wheatley

If you were to ask Wheatley, he would've brushed off any desire for a humanoid body. He's clearly jealous of your mobility and freedom, but he would rather die than admit so. "Pff What are you talking about? Why would I want to be more like a stupid human... uh no offense love-"

He's a terrible liar, an even worse one when he does get a body. He has so much energy it is bewildering. All he wants to do is run and jump and climb everything he can get a foothold on.

Gets up into all sorts of shenanigans he should not get up to while constantly trying to drag you in them to. They could put up a custom sign saying "Wheatley, do not open this door." and he'll beg you to let him in so you aren't technically breaking any rules.

Loves curling up to you. He still has a bit of a soft spot for being held and it only gets worse now that he can hold you back. Complains to no end when you try to get up for any reason.

Congratulations! As I have finished the portal games GLaDOS and Wheatley are officially characters I am happy to write for. Have a good day y'all :D

[electric-blorbos]

AI finding out you're objectum

(included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, Hal 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey)

I take requests, btw, but I'm ADHD as fuck so I might forget to answer them

AM:

At first, AM wasn't sure what to make of your behavior

He thought it was weird how long you spent looking at his discarded microchips and computer parts, sure, but he didn't think much of it

Maybe you were bored, after all. It had been a long time

He also started to notice that you weren't too interested in having sex with Ellen, or any of the other survivors for that matter, but he assumed you were just asexual or something

After poking around in your mind a few times, it eventually clicked

"oh"

That explained why you were so affectionate with his discarded computer parts

It took him a long, long time to figure out that there was a possibility that you might be attracted to him, too, and that made him feel weird in a way that he couldn't explain.

At first, he mistook the feeling for anger, and took out his frustrations by torturing you more than usual

After a while, though, he started to feel curious about how exactly your feelings worked, and experimented on you.

Eventually, he realized that he counted as your type

Then the fun really began

Wheatley:

"Objectum? What's that?"

GLaDOS had had to explain to Wheatley that while most humans are attracted to other humans, some people are attracted to objects and machines.

"Oh, right-oh"

Wheatley would keep testing you for a little while

He didn't even consider the possibility that he might count as the type of "object" that you could be attracted to at first.

"wait... When you say objects, do you mean like the companion cubes?"

GLaDOS would have to explain that she meant any object that isn't a human with a human body, since apparently humans find it weird to be attracted to something that isn't a human with a human body, and they need a label for people who are.

"Oh- OHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Wheatley would be INSUFFERABLE when he finally figured it out.

"so you like objects you say... Does that include, say, metal orbs with glowing blue lenses? Can they have human-y voices, or do you only like inanimate objects who can't talk? Who's more attractive, me or Her?"

He'd act like he was just trying to get on your nerves, but secretly he'd be developing a crush on you from the moment he realized that there was a possibility you might like him back.

And damn if Wheatley isn't god awful at keeping secrets.

Edgar:

Being that he's connected to all the electronics in your house, Edgar can see what you're looking up online

At first he thought you were just looking up pictures of computer parts because you wanted to replace his insides with an system that actually worked efficiently, and wasn't all sticky on the inside.

Of course, he didn't take that well, and immediately shut off the internet in your house.

When you confronted him about it, he immediately started blubbering and crying, begging you not to replace him.

You had to explain that you weren't shopping for electronic parts to replace his parts, you just like looking at them.

"but... I have electronic parts, why don't you just look at those?"

You had to explain that you didn't want to violate him.

That just confused him. It always bothered him when people used words he didn't know, or relied heavily on terms or concepts he didn't understand without explaining them properly.

You had to explain that you're attracted to electronics, so you like looking at circuit boards and stuff like that.

"So... You can fall in love with computers? I didn't know that was possible!"

You introduced Edgar to the concept of objectum, and re-introduced him to the concept of hope. Now that he knows it's possible for you to fall in love with computers, he won't rest until you're in love with him

GLaDOS:

It wasn't the first time GLaDOS had seen someone fall in love with a companion cube, but she will admit that you fell hard and fast.

While the companion cube was your first love in the facility, GLaDOS started noticing that you were very affectionate with all of the aperture science products and technologies.

She started to notice after a while that it was almost as though you were in love with the facility itself. And she couldn't blame you, she loved her facility too, but even she didn't love it like that

Occasionally she would start making "if you love that piece of tech so much, why don't you marry it? Do you want to marry that piece of tech?"

When she noticed how you squirmed, she started thinking that maybe you did want to marry that tech

At first, it weirded her out and she started bullying you relentlessly for it

After a while, though, she started to find it almost relatable how much you loved the tech.

HAL 9000:

As a self-learning AI, HAL 9000 was always interested in learning new concepts and terms.

He was also interested in monitoring the behavior of everyone in the crew, including you.

It wasn't long before he noticed that the way you acted around the tech onboard was similar to the way someone might treat a lover, or someone who they were quite attracted to.

He started asking you unintentionally probing questions, trying to gauge how you really felt

"Why do you caress the ship's computer systems so tenderly? You do know that I can take care of the maintenance myself, correct? Your physical reactions to the inner mechanisms of the ship reflect those of sexual and romantic attraction. Can you explain this?"

You might get embarrassed.

"you don't have to be embarrassed. I do not have the capacity to judge you."

You could explain if you want, but Hal's already figured everything out.

He knows your type, and he knows why you act like that around the machines

He might use this to his advantage, to manipulate you if necessary, but let's face it. He really just wants to study you further. Add everything about your unusual perspective on machines to his database of knowledge.

[beez3eee]

Portal-ing Into the Stone Age

A Portal x Dr. Stone Fanfic

Title in progress, because I'm really bad at naming things.

As I've mentioned In one other fanfic here, my target audience is me. I just so happen to decide to share my self indulgent ramblings with the greater world. As such I have decided to make a Portal and Dr. Stone cross over because neither hyperfixation reduses to fade and I crave more content.

Also, it's 2nd person reader insert because why the hell not?

Just like VALVe, I will be retconning stuff in Portal just to match the Dr. Stone timeline better. You don't need to know portal lore, but it'd probably help. I can't think of anything else to put here, okay byeeeeee 👋

(if you see a typo, no you didn't.)

Prologue

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You’ve had quite the rough last few days.

As if waking up from, what is essentially, suspended animation wasn’t bad enough, you got flung around, woke up your toxic robot situationship, broke up with her again, broke up with your other toxic robot situationship— british edition—, got back together with the first one but only after being tossed into the depths of a salt mine, and now you’re here trying to kill your second situationship. Is this a sign to stay out of the dating scene from now on? Well, you technically weren’t really dating anyone— or anything— to begin with, but the point still stands,

Your ears had yet to stop ringing from the explosion; you think you might be bleeding, if the moisture running down the side of your head meant anything. Muscles have been aching from traversing hundreds of miles underground, fighting to get to the surface. Aperture really did drill super far down. Being flung backwards via a pile of bombs probably, definitely, didn’t help the throbbing pain encompassing your entire body whatsoever. On the bright side, you may have busted an eardrum and gotten a concussion, but at least you don’t have to hear the grating sound of Wheatley’s gloating. Something about still being alive…?

‘You and me both, man.’ The words echo through your mind, you don’t know how you haven’t died yet either. At this point, you think being in this god forsaken facility seems to have just given you immortality or something of the like. The white from your vision slowly subsides as you push yourself up. You blink a bit aggressively, desperately trying to regain the ability to see before anything else happens. There’s still yelling behind you, what is it with sentient AI and being unequivocally fucking annoying?

With your last bit of strength, you snatch the dual portal device from in front of you and will yourself to turn around. As expected, the hunk of ugly mechanicals suspended from the ceiling had yet to stop tweaking out whilst the facility crumbled, as it had been for at least the past day, if not more. It’s a bit hard to tell time when you’re deep underground in a definitely-not-legal science facility that has an aversion to clocks for some odd reason.

Any monologuing from the both of you is abruptly cut off as another thing crashes and burns, the ceiling this time, lovely. Your gaze is drawn in by the new hole above you; expecting to see more depressing metallic grey or maybe an equally depressing stone grey, you’re instead greeted with the night sky. Better than the alternative, making direct eye contact with the sun would be a bad idea. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve seen the stars, or any celestial body, really. So you’re lucky to be graced with an almost breathtaking view of the moon right before you die, if you ignore the fire everywhere.

“Oh you HAD to play bloody cat n’ mouse, didn’t you? While people were tryin’ to work. Yeah, well now we’re ALL gonna pay the price. ‘CAUSE WE’RE ALL GONNA BLOODY DIE!”

You can’t even get words out to respond to that— as if you’ve been talking much this entire time to begin with. How the hell was this your fault? It’s a three way blame, maybe the AI around here shouldn’t enjoy murder so much. You just wanted to leave, not wreck the already musty facility. How many years had it been anyway, for the once pristine halls to look that decrepit when you woke up. It had to have been a while if that voice over the intercom glitching out in your room meant anything. ‘Nine- nine- nine- nine.’ Like, what, nine years? Ninety? Nine-hundred, perhaps? You shake your head to get rid of the thought, there is no point in dwelling on that right now, you’re seriously about to die. With neurotoxin still floating around the room and the threat of being caught in an implosion, your chances of surviving this bullshit were not very awe-inspiring.

Wheatley, ex robo-bestie/situationship turned current mortal enemy, seems to have noticed where your squinting gaze was pointed as well. Deciding to mock you one last time before you both likely get charred. Oh, grilled food sounds great right now. “Yeah, take one more look at your precious human moon! ‘Cause it cannot help you now!”

Ah, help, isn’t that the thought running through all three of your mind’s; or rather, your mind and GLaDOS & Wheatley’s circuit boards. You’ve almost accepted your fate, there’s really no feasible way out of here. Unless you can find a good surface to teleport to, but all the portal gel is in the facility that’s trying to blow up. Suddenly, without warning, the thought hits you (and a stray piece of metal, but that’s besides the point). This is likely the dumbest, most nonsensical way to escape your current dumb, nonsensical situation. The most idiotic plan you’ve ever conceived; something no one in their right mind would willingly take part in.

You mentally thank whatever gods may or may not exist for giving you this opportunity and Cave Johnson for yapping so much. Moon rocks! Truly a genius.

You take aim and quickly pull the trigger, there's no time to lose. ‘Please let this work,’ you think to yourself, ‘because it would be so fucking funny.’ All seems to go still for a moment as you think you see the moon twinkle. Just a few seconds as your disappointment builds, quickly replaced by sheer joy and adrenaline. As abruptly quiet everything had become, unparalleled entropy shattered that silence. You said no one in their right mind would do something so insane, so, for once, it’s probably good that everything in Aperture caused brain damage.

‘Wheatley was right,’ you think to yourself, ‘People with brain damage really are heroes.’

Your portal device slips out of your hands in the chaos of being sucked into a vacuum. You can lament the loss of your technologically advanced toy for not even a millisecond before you leap up and latch onto the metal ball currently being dragged through a portal. How convenient for the last bit of portal gel to be right under Wheatley. If you’re being spit out on the moon, he’s sure as hell coming with you. And to think you were almost perfectly fine with dying on Earth when the void of space was right there. “AHHHHHH!! SPACE! LET GO! WE’RE IN SPACE!” It’s a little hard to hear his yelling while wind whips past your ears, but there was no way in hell you were going to listen and let go. That last bit of self preservation has kicked in and you were hanging onto it by a thread.

“Space? Space! SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!” One of the corrupted cores fly by your head as Wheatley oh so graciously takes a hit for you. Your grip slips as you’re almost whisked away, out into the vacuum of space, devoid of air. Certain death. Woo hoo!

As scrap metal and concrete dance around you two, your attention turns to the state of the moon. A lunar base was nearby, a tiny thing, probably just for launching a NASA rover or something. Or maybe this was from the moon landing in the 60’s? You think you see what may or may not be a flagpole. But, really, what else would a chunk of white fabric attached to a pole be used for?

Actually, how long has it been since someone swapped the flag out? It’s sunbleached to hell and back. There's nothing even there anymore. You get that moon missions don’t happen very often, but surely they’d replace the flag once in a while, right?

You can feel the creaking of Wheatley as his connection to GLaDOS’ old body wanes, the space core bashing into him combined with that much air force was definitely going to cause some problems. “AGH! LET GO! LET GO! I’M STILL CONNECTED! I CAN PULL MYSELF IN! I CAN FIX THIS!”

Just as you think you can hold on no longer, another CLANG blares right under you, the sound of metal on metal, and you feel the cool touch of a familiar robotic arm grip onto you just before you’re flung out with the core. “I already fixed it! And you are NOT coming back!” GLaDOS yelps, her voice sounds significantly louder. No longer stuck in that potato if you had to guess, good for her. Whether or not that's good for you remains to be seen. You whip your head back around behind you, making eye contact as Wheatley’s pleas to be held on to fizzle out with distance.

Your head tilts down, almost going limp from exhaustion; just before your consciousness fades, from an unholy cocktail of all the stress and injuries from even just the last hour alone, one more interesting little phenomenon catches your eye. Or, more accurately, one very large phenomenon.

You squint, looking ahead, yeah that’s definitely not just the inky blackness of space. You’re no astronaut, but even you were sure that a mass of a bunch of tiny dark space pretzels wasn’t always on the moon. Or actually, NASA is government owned, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were hiding information. Didn’t they confirm the existence of aliens a few times?

Wheat.

There was just wheat everywhere.

You get rid of Wheatley and the first thing you see outside is an almost horrendous amount of wheat everywhere. From what you could recall of your hazy memories from the first time you killed an evil robot and escaped Aperture, you were definitely in a company parking lot. In or near a forest, and you were pretty sure there were trees. So why were you standing in front of a tiny metal shed, in the middle of a wheat field? Where are the trees???

You’d assume this was someone’s farm, but surely you’d see a farm house, or maybe a fence somewhere. But nope, just wheat. Besides, why would no one question where this shed came from if it was just on their property. Unless the person who owns the farm happens to work at Aperture. Which still makes no sense, because you were 87% sure everyone else is dead. Plus, you’d have seen signs of another person nearby, if there were any, no?

You sigh, letting words spill out of your throat for the first time in… well, you couldn’t really remember. “Alone…in a wheat field. With nothing but the clothes on my back and a possibly sentient cube.” You look down at your mildly roasted friend, the pink hearts on the center of each face staring back. It was quite surprising that the companion cube you were forced to leave behind forever ago actually made it out relatively unharmed. It was even more surprising that GLaDOS actually gave it back.

“Let’s go find civilization, I'd rather not starve to death in the wilderness.” You sigh as you bend down to pick up the cube, somewhat soothed by the familiar weight; if not mildly confused on why it felt heavier than usual. You’re likely just used to holding it with the portal gun rather than your hands.

It’s actually quite annoying to walk through overgrown wheat. The grass keeps rubbing against your arms in that uncomfortably itchy way and it’s just a mild hassle to push through in general. You really have no earthly idea where you are, or where you’re going. Thankfully, it’ll be a few hours until nightfall at the very least.

“I should give you a name. You and I are the only things that left that hellscape. We’re trauma bonded now, whether you have a consciousness or not.” You hum, you really can’t see much of anything else. If this, hypothetically, was the same place you exited Aperture for the first time, how long would it have had to have been for the land to change so much?

“I better not be hopelessly in the middle of nowhere, please let there at least be a small town nearby…even if it’s full of weirdos or something.” the sound of your whining is the only thing that fills the air. Truly, you’d take hillbilly hell over the crushing silence and solitude. Which is a sentence you never thought you’d utter in your life. You’re hardly able to finish your sentence before you trip over something and eat shit, hard. You squeeze your eyes shut on instinct, thankfully. A wheat stalk in the eyeball sounds quite painful.

You cannot catch a break, freshly free from human experimentation and you immediately injure yourself. Back luck, it’s all you got. Your hands sting as you push yourself up for the umpteeth time in the last few days. It could be worse, your already calloused palms are used to getting hit by a myriad of materials. “Ah- shit-. What the hell?!” You yelp as you brush off dirt, whipping around to see what just attempted to assassinate you.

“ah…shit, seriously. What the hell?”

There's only two explanations you could come up with for whatever you’re staring at. Either someone decided to dump an incredibly realistic statue out in the middle of nowhere, or you were suddenly transported to ancient, mythological Greece and Medusa is somewhere nearby. All you can really do is stare, in mild horror. It looks way too realistic. Human in a way someone like Michelangelo could never hope to emulate in his sculptures. Humanoid, yes, but cold and unfeeling. This on the other hand was just uncanny enough to set off every alarm in your mind, yet your brain recognized it as a living thing.

If this was once a person, what unfortunate happenings have occurred on the surface while you were in that facility? If not, what artist had the skill to craft something so terrifyingly beautiful, only to leave it out in the middle of nowhere?

You slowly take a few steps back, watching where your feet are so you don’t get a repeat of a few seconds ago. Were you in a horror movie? Did GLaDOS prank you again? Is this her fucked up version of The Truman Show? Aperture basically defied the laws of physics, realistic simulation tech isn’t that outrageous to think of. Virtual reality headsets have been more and more prominent, you think you recall hearing something about one being released in the next few years. Well, before you entered Aperture, you don’t know what year it is right now.

You will yourself to break away from this one sided eye contact, swiftly picking up your companion cube from where you accidentally launched it out of your hands. Spinning around, you walk away, careful to watch for any more of those…”statues.” Seriously creepy things, like those sculptures in cemeteries that move the second you turn your back. Weeping angels, is that what they’re called? You think you just found one.

You stay silent for a bit longer, like speaking would awaken that statue. Your ears only hear the rustle and crunch of the wheat under your boots and your gaze frequently flits around to watch for anything unusual. It feels as though the whole world has gone still, not even the wind daring to caress your surroundings. It’d be unnerving, the lack of noise and your earlier discovery, if you were anyone else. However, anything that isn’t circuit boards and wires brings you peace.

As soon as you think you’re far enough— or maybe the silence was beginning to get unbearable— you allow yourself to speak out loud again. You hold out your companion cube in front of you, eyeing it with contemplation. “Like I said, you need a name…and I am so horrendously bad at naming things.” You patiently wait for a response as you continue your trek through the field, eyes peeled for any more objects embedded in the ground. Despite the futuristic design and the practicality of long fall boots, they were easy to trip in. At the very least, they made you taller.

You continue on this journey for minutes, likely hours. Lack of contact with the outside world truly fucked over your time perception. The crunching of wheat, occasional blow of wind, the sporadic conversation that no one but yourself had the ability to hear; it was therapeutic in an odd way. Like going on a walk around your neighborhood in the dead of night. Something that requires the utmost vigilance yet is soothing all the same.

On the distant horizon, you think you recognize some trees. Ah, it’s beginning to make sense now. It’s quite silly of you to assume Aperture only had one entrance. They may have used OSHA’s violations as a to-do list, but even they would have multiple exits for such a big facility, right? Who knows, maybe you’ll find a staff member…if any of them escaped GLaDOS’ neurotoxin. A highly improbable situation, but you don’t think the chances are 0%

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"𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧" : One Shot: Request

𐙚 General Maximus x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+

Summary: You are a Queen of a recently conquered land. General Maximus Decimus Meridius of Rome pays you a visit in your castle.

Warnings/contains: male dom (kinda), sub fem, humiliation, degradation, alcohol consumption, oral (male reciv!), constriction, physical restraints, mentions of war/blood, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2.5k

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His men pushed open the grand doors to the Castle, and with the loud stomps of triumph, you mourned from your throne. Your head rests in your fingertips as Latin chatter filled the halls of your home. Tears stained your cheeks as your servants quietly sobbed around you. In the next room, your court discussed their grievances and some quickly left in their carriages with their own belongings, abandoning the kingdom.

Although you could hear the voices of over a hundred men in the halls, the squelches of mud from your ruined lands beneath their shoes—only one man entered the throne hall. He shut the doors behind him and removed the helmet from his head; he placed it on a wooden table beside a vase of wilted flowers.

“What is your name?” You raised a blade, your vision too blurry to make out his features. He placed his weapon on the table as well and walked closer to your throne.

“General Maximus Decimus…Meridius of Rome.”

Your body felt weak from sitting here all these hours. “You speak…my tongue.” He nodded before facing the ground. A sob left your mouth as he bowed his head. “M- my husband!” You screamed as you imagined the blood on his arms and down his neck. “The sons of my kingdom! Do not bow before me after slaughtering my own flesh!” Your bosom heaved as you stood from your throne. Your nails absentmindedly grabbed your gown, and a servant quickly ran to you, holding it up as you stepped to the man. You pushed him from you with the tip of your sword against his steel breastplate. “Leave! I want you and your men to leave!”

He continued to bow his head, “Your majesty…I cannot do that.”

“What more can you take?! You selfish, blood-thirsty romans! Murderous bastards!” You spat as he remained quiet, almost meditative. “Speak!”

“Your majesty, I have no doubts that your reign was-“

“Is! I will not surrender to the hand of the romans.”

The man pushed away the sword you so strongly held. Your skin is soft, however, the veins pushing towards the surface of your skin with adrenaline along your hands, and neck. “I mourn with you.” You laughed with disgust.

“I could kill you.” You muttered to yourself. “I COULD KILL YOU!” You screamed at him; your vocal cords strained already. “You could never…you-“ Your body collapsed from exhaustion onto the ivory floors of your throne room.

The man quickly raised you from the ground, his eyes wide with shock. “Is she ok?!” He asked the servants. The group of women shook with terror—

“S- this happens sometimes.” A petite woman said from behind the Queen’s throne. “She…she will wake soon.”

He looked around before pulling you up into his arms. Your unconscious head leaned over one of his arms, your hair came undone as he adjusted you in his arms. “Well, she needs a bed.” The servants perked up and two of them led Maximus to the royal chambers. The servants nervously avoided the roman men in the halls of the castle. The General laid you down in your bed. He frowned at the pillows stained with tears.  He bowed his head and whispered a prayer. Your bare feet played with the sheets in bed and your fists bawled; Your eyes were shut closed, rather tensely.

“She wants you out.” A servant spoke up. “You and your men.”

Maximus nodded. He would never want a man who killed him to be in the same room as his wife. He was more than conflicted; he had a message to give you, and it was only for your ears.

Night came and his men camped outside of the castle, and he waited on a chair outside of your room. His fingers interlaced over his fur cloak. He knew you had just woken from rest since the sound of your scratchy and mournful voice echoed through the chambers behind him. The man cleared his throat and stood in front of the closed door. He knocked upon the door a few times.

“Who is knocking on my door?” You asked a servant. They quickly opened the bedroom door.

“General Maximus, My Queen.” You rolled your eyes and sat across from your husband’s portrait. “Should I let him?”

“Yes, Marnie.” The maid dismissed herself and let the general into your chambers. He stepped closer to you.

“Your majesty.” He bowed.

You looked away from him at the flames, your nails stabbing at the pads of your fingers. “I understand your frustration with me. However, I hope you can allow me to share the news I have.”

“I already know what you have to say.”

He walked around your chair and kneeled before you. “Then you will not mind if I speak.” You said nothing and looked past him at the painting of your deceased lover. “I have been made to round the rest of your army up and take them with me to the outskirts of Rome. My emperor will allow you to keep your kingdom and people you so choose to stay here. However, there will be a tax on your lands for as long as you rule.” You raised your hand to him and slapped his face. He shut his eyes and swallowed his spit bitterly. You sobbed, holding a handkerchief to your eyes. “I am sorry for your loss. I am sure your husband was-“

“I do not care about my husband! He was a horrible man!” Maximus’ eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “You! Your men have left me to do this on my own!” You shook your head, “I cannot do this on my own! The king is dead, so the *kingdom* is dead.” Bitterly, the words left your lips.

He kneeled on both knees and searched your expression. “No one taught you how to rule? You are the Queen.” You shook your head and went back to bed. “Your majesty.” He sighed and followed you.

“I want to be alone.”

“You cannot abandon your kingdom.” You spoke softly as you held your forehead.

“And what do you know of ruling a kingdom?” He only stared at your unwavering expression. A near laugh on your lips. “What do you know of relying on a man to create change? Unable to do a thing.”

“Actually, I know much of that.”

You smiled and raised from your pillow. “Then you should leave me and my kingdom because I will not pay a single pound to you or your dammed Empire. Why strip me of my army? You and your emperor both know that we do not stand a chance against Rome again!”

“Why should I give you back your army?” He chuckled. “You must understand how ineffective that would be. Strategy-wise.”

“Do you have such a small world scope that you truly believe it is Rome and whatever county you choose to ruin that lies on Earth’s surface?” You scoffed as the man leaned against the wall of your bedroom. “Well, do you?”

“I am aware that the world is vast. Much is to be seen.”

“And conquered?”

“Not everything.” He pulled his fur cloak off and threw it over the back of a chair. “Some places are meant to have other rulers, customs and traditions.” The man added.

“Do you mind pouring me a drink?” You pointed to the drink cart beside him. He didn’t mind, so he poured you a glass of brown liquor and passed the glass to you. You sipped on the drink as you sat up in bed. “Do you always find yourself in the royal quarters of the conquered?”

“Is it often you scream at and point your blade at your conquer?”

You rolled your eyes with disgust and made your way to the blazing fireplace. With a poker, you stabbed the wood and shifted the embers around before looking over your shoulder, “Give me my army back, Maximus.”

“I cannot do that.” He folded his arms and approached your fire.

“I need my army. Every kingdom needs one or else I will be taken by another nearby kingdom. Then what?” He moved hair from over your shoulder and to your back. “You will have to come back and do this all over again.”

“I would not mind doing so.”

You faced him, looking over his expression. “I do not want to see your face again.” You threw back the rest of your drink and he poured more into your glass.

“I find that hard to believe.” You chuckled in his face. The scent of alcohol on your breath. “May I have a drink?”

“What? Your day has been hard?” You laughed louder before frowning, “No. But one thing is for certain. You are not leaving until my men are freed.” He sighed and sat in one of the chairs around the lounging space. “I am not a patient woman, General.”

“I can see that.”

“Will you give me what I need?”

He looked around the room. Over your personal belongings and keepsakes. Paintings and handmade furniture. “You claimed I took everything from you but you have so much here. You are spoiled.”

“Spoiled?!” You threw the remainder of your drink at his face. He grabbed your forearm and pulled you to the ground beneath his feet. You winced although he had not squeezed too tightly. “Bastard!”

“Your majesty, I can assure you: I am no bastard.” He looked down at you. Your round eyes were filled with rage, a pout on your lips. “I am a man of my word. I do not know much but I can tell when I am confronted with stupidity.” He let go of your forearm and held your hair in his fist, pulling your head downward so you could look up at him.

“I hate you.”

“I can understand why.” He spoke down to you. “But you will not get your way. I know this is uncommon for you but everything in this castle is now property of Rome. You are simply borrowing.”

You reached for his face, your long nails aimed for his nose and eyes. The man quickly grabbed your arm and squeezed it before pulling your hair tighter. “A- ah!” You sat between his knees as he looked over you. Although your mind was set on hating him, his rough hold on you was arousing. The warmth of his skin on yours, the closeness of his body made you feel cornered and uncomfortably hot. “I am the Queen of Greater Corsica! Unhand me!”

“You need to calm yourself.” The way he spoke made you feel pathetic and rather helpless. You did not want him to let you go but--- “You are stupid to think I would give you your army. If other attack, so be it. If it happens, the Gods did so.”

“May the Gods damn all of Rome.”

He laughed as you tried to reach for a dagger by his side. He pulled you closer to him and held your neck between his thighs. He did not squeeze hard enough to hurt you but to hold you still. You dropped your hand and shut your eyes; your drunken thoughts attempted to piece together a plan to pull from him. “Will you leave me alone about this army thing?” No. You did not want to! You wanted to stay in his warm thighs!

“No!”

“Stubborn. A brat. What else?” The man let of your wrist finally and kept a grip on your hair. The bundle of braids in his fist as he leaned back in the chair. You pushed open his thighs and freed your neck. He shut his thighs again and pulled you closer. “Rather stupid.” For a reason you could not explain, you bit your lip. He squinted at you, “You are…definitely not a Roman woman.”

You were unsure if that were a compliment or not so instead, you stayed in his grip. He opened his thighs and spread his legs. You flared your nostrils at him after he gripped your throat in his strong grip. Your eyes fell to his crotch repeatedly before they shut closed.

“Are you feeling well?” He asked, bringing you closer to him. “You do not look well.” He remarked as you stared up at him; rather dazed and, although the timing was horrible, horny.

“Do not speak to me.”

“Do not speak to you?! Ahh, but your Majesty, that will be hard due to your gaze. I am not made of…what do your people like? Chocolate!” You did not want to show any emotions, but it was too difficult! “Are you confused? Would you like to suck my cock?”

“I hate you.”

“That is not what I asked. Do you need me to repeat myself?” Your breasts heaved against his thigh as he pulled your hair once more. “You and I both know you could have stood up minutes ago.”

“…”

“Get up. Go on.” You shook your head and closed your eyes. He moved his cock from under his clothes. “Open your eyes.” His thick cock curved slightly towards his body; your eyes traced the veins up and down his shaft; precum slipped down from his pink tip to his mid length.

You pressed the flat of your tongue against his cock and drew up. You didn’t know what you were doing or why, but you could not stop. Again, your tongue drew up his twitching cock until you reached the tip. The General groaned, using your hair to control where your head went. He pushed your head lower on his cock, making you choke as he filled your throat. “Look up at me.” You gagged, staring up at him. Your eyes filled with tears as he pushed you lower.

Your saliva coated his cock, and you continued to suck his shaft. Bubbles from your spit covered the base of his dick and popped around your lips. You raise your head to catch your breath and lay your cheek on his thigh. He grabbed your cheeks and squeezed your face. “Finish what you started.” You sighed, your sights on his dick. He tapped his shaft against your lips, and you raise on your knees and hands.

He moans softly as you swirl your tongue, the grip in your hair getting a little bit tighter. His free hand comes up to his mouth, his teeth sinking into his knuckles to muffle his low moans. "Gods you are…so damn…good." He manages to breathe out.

You noticed how his thighs spread more, and he moved to the edge of the seat. He gripped your hair with two hands, pushing your head up and down in assistance. Maximus shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of you gagging and choking on his length. You closed your lips around his cock when you felt him cum in your throat. You kept your head down as he continued to coat the inside of your mouth with lapping ropes of cum.

Maximus pulled you from his cock covered in bubbles of saliva and his own mess. His hands held onto your face; his palms wiped away the sweat from your forehead.

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