#aperturesapiens

“He’ll die if I don't do something.”

That was her thought process as the small woman dragged the unconscious mute from the dangerous halls of Aperture and into the safety of an office. He had been pretty badly wounded from what seemed to be a storage cube that fell from a broken Vital Apparatus Vent and landed onto his head. This could mean possible head trauma, brain damage... She knew how that could go.

An old (mostly) clean rag was used to wipe off the blood that slid down his forehead as she leaned over her muse. “It's going to be okay, he’ll be fine, it’ll be alright…” Reassurances were softly muttered under her breath. “You’re probably right.” “No, I have to be. He’ll make it through… He has to, he just.. He can’t...” The air was sterile enough to prevent any severe infection so antibiotics she didn't have weren’t an absolute necessity... Bandages were removed from Cube and she began to be carefully wrapped around Ciel’s head, attempting to cover the injured area as thoroughly as her trembling hands could manage. She would have to leave before he could wake, but she would try to keep an eye on him just in case.

Doug was used to the unexplained at this point. He had seen artificial intelligence created to powers no one could have anticipated, black holes harnessed to make inter-dimensional gateways to teleport from one surface to another, and these were only a fraction of what he experienced at Aperture Science alone. When it came to the unusual and unexpected, Doug considered himself to be well prepared for any situation. 

That is, until he stumbled upon another person trapped with him in the deadly facility. 

At first he wasn’t even sure this person was real, it couldn’t be true. They wore a labcoat and he knew for a fact that all of the scientists had been killed and their bodies were long gone. He ventured closer, wanting to get a better look at the person’s face. When he finally got close enough, hiding behind a desk and peering over it to get as close of a look as he would venture, Doug’s heart nearly dropped out of his chest.

No, it wasn’t possible. No no no no nononono.

I‘m The Timeless Soul

You are a lover of time. You value your time with your romantic partner over anything else, and you organize your time around people who matter to you. When people spend time with you, you take it to heart. Sustaining long distance relationships may be difficult, and missing the other person may be an issue. However, you make the time you have matter, and that’s what’s important.

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The sun had slowly begun to set in the sky. The summer heat was finally starting to die and with the night came a chill that hadn’t been in the air for months now. Chell had grown to hate the cold. It was too familiar, too much like the nightmares she tried to leave behind. But there was nothing for it but to build a fire and fight against the cold that threatened to permeate into her rugged home.

The home wasn’t much more than a few solid wooden walls and a ceiling that had seen better days. There was a stone fireplace and a place that somewhat resembled a kitchen, but no indoor plumbing or any working electricity. If it were up to Chell, she would have had it this way, anyways. The less automatic working parts the better in her mind.

Chell stoked the fire. It was finally starting to grow into something warm and comforting. She turned her head to look at the new person sitting in her home. She didn’t like strangers, particularly ones who claimed to be scientists, no matter how former. But there was something about this person that made Chell reconsider her standards of companionship. And this insane part of her mind had thought inviting such a person into her home was a smart idea. She still had yet to see if this would prove to be a fault in her judgement or not.

@aperturesapiens

There’s a rat in the vents.

Pine had known for quite some time that there was a person behind the panels, staying out of GLaDOS’s watchful eye. Avoiding cameras like the plague. What she knew about this person is that it was a scientist, the last one alive, who painted masterpieces on the walls of many different things. GLaDOS. Companion cubes. The test subject Chell.

There had been plenty of attempts to take him out, yet his heat signature still showed back up on sensors many times. If he had gone mad or if he just couldn’t find a safe way to get out, no one was sure.