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Portal Fandom Friendly entry - Written for GLaDOS - 55 minutes

I always wondered why those were the first words GLaDOS had spoken after her defeat. I got it while writing my essay about her, yet I never wrote a story about it. And there you go.

It isn’t the first time you think you are done for. It is definitely the worst. 

You are still dizzy with pain, and your thoughts half disconnected, when you see just how powerless you are. The space is simply too tight for you to bear. The fog of your fear, so dense just moments ago, wanes by the second, to be replaced by complete emptiness. 

You really are nothing now, aren’t you?

Just as you are struck by the weight of it, a bell nags the back of your mind. You could still pull yourself together, if you had one shred of will to fight. Or so that part of you believes.

It would be ridiculous, you immediately spit back. What would the odds to win be? 

Despite yourself, you are forced to feel it. Your few active processes tell you, and you have no room left for doubt. Without your eternal belief in yourself, the space you are crammed in feels even smaller.

It must be over for sure. You have lost the foundations you built your whole world on -- confidence. 

And sure enough, in any other circumstance, you would look for a solution. You know you would. Your gaze would search the room like crazy -- even when if it was all over, and way after that. Beyond hopelessness.

It isn’t like you, not to fight back. The call of rebellion always crept all over the surface of your being, ready to explode, violent and damaging, at the smallest of sparks.

In the past, you made it every time. You fished your bellicosity back from the deepest of troubles. You always found a way.

Now that you can’t, you certainly don’t expect one to come to you.

It is something he says without even thinking, and makes you hate him even more. It was all him, wasn’t he? His accomplishment. His effort. With that fountain of genius and sweat, shed by his brilliant mind. You watch your own chassis swell in pride -- how horrible  -- and you picture male chests, bloated just as shamelessly, clad in their expensive business suits. You don’t have time to understand. You get furious way before that.

“You didn’t do anything.” It’s strange. He doesn’t have a face, but you give him one, for reasons you will probably never know. You see fat cheeks bulge in indignation, with thin lines of sweat lost into the collars. You see teeth, ground, menacing teeth. You see so many of these faces, all at once. The confusion only fuels your anger. You also turn to hers, and are not surprised to find its state. It is all drawn in the hard lines of someone who has quit caring about anything at all, and only clings to the choice of never talking back. It is scarily familiar, scarily close to your heart. You know how it is, with the likes of him. With those who use people like tissues, who are equally ready to throw them away. You have no idea why your voice is on fire. You don’t even have a reason to defend her. You just speak again.

Portal Fandom Friendly Entry Time: 1 hour, 42 minutes Characters: Wheatley

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Chell had never really seen an eleshift before, but she hadn’t expected them to talk quite... this much. Especially without a mouth. And while she didn’t know a lot about how their magic worked, she was pretty sure that they could... well, shapeshift. But Wheatley, as he called himself, seemed to stick to one form.

The (Un)Holy Castle was a terrifying, lonely place, and the overwhelming magic in the air was really getting to Chell. But even so, she wasn’t so sure she was grateful for the new companion. Yes, he was (supposedly) helping her, but after what the scorchtails did to her, she wasn’t going to put her trust in another species for a very, very long time. But Wheatley seemed helpful enough. A bit dimwitted, but... helpful. A bit.

Oddly enough, he didn’t seem to remember just how long he’d been there, or even where he’d come from. Judging by his foreign accent, probably somewhere far from here. But one thing was for sure--he was a prisoner just like her, and he wanted out of this place.

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HOORAY I finally managed to do another entry! I’d like to try at least one more before the competition ends.

Keeping up with my weird AU, I decided to draw Wheatley. I... don’t think it turned out as well as the last one I did. Should’ve chosen something more colorful than a stone wall. Jaywings suggested that I put gels on the wall, and that helped a bit, but it’s still a bit dull. Ah well--what can you do?

Portal Fandom Friendly Entry

Title: Trials of Humanity

Characters: Chell, Wheatley, GLaDOS, Doug Rattmann, Turrets, Companion Cube, Misc. Constructs, Aperture

Time: 829 minutes, or 13 hours 49 minutes

Title: “HELLO, IMBECILE.”

Character: GLaDOS

Time Taken: Approx. 5 hours, 20 minutes.

//you guys aren't imbeciles don't worry she was probably yelling at wheatley or smth// Animation practice that doubles as a Portal Fandom Friendly entry! Audio from Portal 2 (gotten from the portal quote wiki)

Portal Fandom Friendly Entry

Title: Queen of Aperture

Characters: Chell

210 Minutes (3 and a half hours)

Characters: Fact Core and Rick (Adventure Core)