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The Untitled VALVe Crossover Fanfiction

By Jang S. Belmonte

Okay so this is an old fic from last year. I thought I might as well release the 1st chapter. Edit: yall ain't ready

Chapter 1 - ♡#% ♡#% ♡#%

Underground - GLaDOS' Lair

It has been 9 years since the events of Portal 2. 

GLaDOS couldn't fathom the immense amount of embarrassment she felt when He jammed her into a damn potato. Sending that fucker into space wasn't enough. 

  Once she finally gained back control of Aperture Labs from that british bastard man, and with Chell on her merry way, she began work. She created the room of screaming robots, Which was mostly made up of defective turrets that she did some hardwiring on back down at the Turret Production Line. It was an old testing chamber at the Enrichment Center. One that she had set up back during Doug Rattman's time. Y'know. Before the turret incident. It had black walls formed by panels, no nanobot work crew, no portal surfaces, no management rails. Nothing. No means for escape. Just screaming robots.

        Ah. She was finally back to her rightful place— the chassis. After the help of her friend, no. Best Friend, that mistake of a sphere was stranded in space. Hell Yeah. She thought.

Then she thought. 

No. No. It didn't feel like enough. 

She wanted to take that blue little orb, and give him hell. Not potato hell. Much, Much more of that.

FIRST!

A year in the incinerator!

And!

A Year in the cryogenic refrigerator! 

Then! THEN! 

TEN years in the room of screaming robots!

And then she'll kill him.

She just. Contemplated ways to get him out, or even if it was worth the effort to waste time on that moron. She thought it would be fun, though. There's… always the Cooperative Testing Initiative, they almost have Human emotions. Yeah, they're fun to watch when they kill each other. It's fun to sabotage the test chambers, to turn them against each other.

    But, Wheatley… He's different. He's programmed to be a moron, His mistakes would be waaay more entertaining. and he does have near human emotion— he might as well be a third to Atlas and P-body. 

But.

    How will he… move? He doesn't have any limbs. He's a stupid sphere for crying out loud. He isn’t gonna have mobility without that damn management rail. Would she prefer he doesn't move? Or would she like to see him fail at an attempt to adapt to… whatever she'll put on him? She held this thought for a moment. Then she does a quiet laugh. "Atlas, P-Body." She called, with that familiar normal metallic voice.  The bots run up to her, not before Atlas purposefully tripping his partner over first. 

    "I need you two to go search through the facility to find some parts. Hell, rip apart the giant stack of cores why don't you. Just make sure you bring lots. And lots. Of materials."

GLaDOS's voice echoes. "Im setting up a surprise for our space-stranded friend." She continued.

  The bots faced each other. Then faced GLaDOS. They both do a little salute, as if saying "Yes ma'am!" But they can't speak. They. Don't have audio output processors. 

     GLaDOS tilted her faceplate to the right. "When you two return we will have cake. And I'm serious this time." 

The bots ran off. Not before, again, Atlas tripping P-body. "That wasn't necessary." GLaDOS sighed. The door closed, and she spun back around facing the wall. She then turned her attention to her task at hand. Retrieving the Moron. She then started designing up blueprints and developing her plan to drag Wheatley to earth. 

    Hm. Portal on the moon? No, Wheatley's probably far away from the moon by now. I mean, it's been years. 9, to be exact. Wait. Did she damage his charging solar panel when she crushed him all that time ago? Is he… dead? No, No. He's a robot. If he's dead, just reupload his consciousness into another core. Simple. Wait. Why is she thinking like this?

GLaDOS then snapped back to her attention.

     She began to come up with more ridiculous ideas, and became frustrated. "Ugh, okay. Why don't I just. Grab him." She grumbled. 

     Grab him. With. An extended arm from the facility. Yeah. Like she's going to find some equipment that long. But then she thought.

Then she laughed. And laughed. Then seized as a blaring alarm almost spooked her right out of her mainframe.

"WARNING: NEUROTOXIN LEVELS INCREASING." A voice blared throughout the facility. 

"You absolute buffoons. Don't take apart the facility and mess around with the neurotoxin. That's my job. Negative 1000 Science Collaboration Points." She groaned.

Overworld - Chell's shack

It's been 9 long years since she has been back at Aperture. Chell had still been living relatively near by the entrance, using scrap she'd find from some above ground dilapidated test chambers to construct a stable, liveable house. She liked the house. It was nice. But staying on the overworld was a huge risk because of the Combine. Yeah, why the fuck did Black Mesa think that was okay.  Not many humans were left on the overworld for good reason. 

But Chell was able to keep it cool and on the downlow. 

It was just lonely.

Chell stared at her centerpiece on a table made from Arial Faith Plates. 

"She never actually emancipated the Companion Cube. I wonder why." She thought, staring at the large, burnt cube that wasn't emancipated. She wondered if GLaDOS knew she would return. She ran her finger across the edge of the cube and dusted off the ash. She thought to herself for a moment. "Did she.. know I'd come back? Or was the Emergency Intelligence Incinerator just shitty and old?"

     GLaDOS told her never to come back, and she sounded pretty serious in saying so. After all, Chell did work hard to break out of Aperture Laboratories twice And she's finally out. Going back inside would defeat the purpose of her entire journey. Chell is undecided. She wants to remain on the surface after years of hard work, but.. GLaDOS, she, called her her best friend. She wrote songs for her. Hell, Cara Mia Addio (or so she named it) was a heartfelt goodbye song. But she knew GLaDOS was tired of her. Tired of dealing with her. But Chell just had this feeling. This need for her. She.

She's in love with her. 

It took Chell time to come to terms that she's in love with a murderous robot lady. And she wanted to show her that they've been through a lot together. But she bet that GLaDOS was busy, or rather, uninterested in the dangerous, mute lunatic that has killed her before. But then she thought. 

      "That's exactly how I feel. Except it was attempted murder. Oh. Oh there it is."

Fuck. That's probably it.

GLaDOS is too upset to confront her feelings. Or she just sees Chell as a friend. Either way. There's just that feeling of need she has. She has to see her again, to hear her again. 

     She wants to be with her.

And Chell was frustrated with that feeling of uncertainty.

[gochujangst]

The Untitled VALVe Crossover Fanfiction

By Jang S. Belmonte

Chapter 2 - Change the Focus, Honor Point (100)

Chell spent the afternoon taking a stroll through the forest near her shack. It was a spruce forest, with tall trees and cool air. The ground was covered in lush, green moss that had been growing over the stone. 

  The ambiance was nice. 

Chell took a peek down an old cave that she had explored. She found some really cool stuff down there before! She found some cool stalagmites, an old pickaxe, some overalls, and an old handgun. Heavens knew why a miner needed a gun for cave exploration, but it was a cool find none the less. Atleast Chell is safe from like, a bear or something. 

    Chell liked to spend her time down there, more specifically, near a small stream. It was nice and cold down there, which added to a feeling of nostalgia. 

      It was nostalgia about Aperture.

She honestly missed it, even though she went through all that trouble of escaping. But honestly? Up here? There's no one to talk to. Chell has been silent for 9 years now, she felt like her mental health was degrading every second she's not talking to someone. 

         And now she has this feeling of unrequited love for her friend. She'd do anything to see GLaDOS again, she'd kill to see GLaDOS again.

But what's the point. 9 years. She's tried everything. 

The sun was setting, and Chell was growing sleepy. She decided to turn in. 

           She trudged through the piles of leaves as her shack came into sight. It wasn't that far away from the cave entrance. Now that she thinks about it, that's kind of dangerous.

       Cave. House. Cave hole. House hole. Hole in house. Cave is a hole, with a house, in the hole. Maybe I should relocate. In Aperture.

She joked to herself. She had her hand on the door, when she heard something… strange.

...Was that the sound of a raccon going through her garbage again? 

     Chell looked about. But there was nothing. She's probably very tired and needs rest. She turned her attention back to her house. She's inside now.

Chell grabbed a cup of water and headed for the bed. She turned to a candle on a makeshift kitchen counter, and blew it off. 

CRASH!

     Chell dropped her cup of water with a SMASH! What the fuck was that. She scrambled frantically for the handgun she found a few years back. 

I swear, if it's a fucking raccoon… 

Chell opened her front door quietly and stepped out. She had her gun ready. She turned the corner to where the sound originated from. 

    There was a silhouette of a person.

Chell's eyes widened. No fucking way. 

A human? Alive?! Digging through my shit?!

Chell walked closer to them, and shined a flashlight on them. 

WHAT THE FUCK?!!

The light revealed that the person… wasn't a human at all! It was a zombie? A headcrab zombie??? It's clothes were all battered and ragged. It's face was all rotted and zombie like, but… there was no headcrab.

    It wasn't real. It didn't feel real.

It let out this guttural… sound. It did not sound human at all. And it's eyes… they were glowing.  

   Chell was shaking, and there was sweat forming out of fear. Then, she involuntarily gripped the trigger of the gun,

The zombie fell over as the gunshot rang out.

  Chell could only cover her lips.

    What the fuck. What the fuck was that. What IS that. What the fuck. It was BLEEDING. that is fucking blood. What the fuck. 

   She took a few steps back. Then she bolted indoors and harshly slammed the door behind her, causing part of her makeshift roof collapse. She stood there for a moment in complete, deafening silence. Then she fell to her knees, breathing heavily. 

I need to go back. 

 CRASH!

...I NEED to go back!

   Chell snuck to the nearest hole in her house and peaked through the wall. She nearly fell over when her eyes met upon what looked like a sea of those men, those non-headcrab zombies. She stood back up facing the wall. What was going on? What… was going on? 

 ...She then snapped out of her hysteria. She turned and faced the handgun on the counter, then faced other various things that layed about her house. She's going back. And she's going back TONIGHT.

[gochujangst]

The Untitled VALVe Crossover Fanfiction, Yknow, im just gonna shorten it to TUVCF. Anyways. TUVCF's chapters are verses from some ONEWE songs because I feel like their songs fit. First chapter is "♡#% ♡#% ♡#%" because it takes place in Portal, and going over relationships. A.I. fits perfectly with it!

Also, I already have the chapter skellytons ready for when I get to writing. It's gonna be a blast! Watch me never update this story!