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Rp blog for Chell from the Portal series. Paragraph replies. semi-selective.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

@the-wheatley-core

What did she get herself into this time? How does she keep getting hurt like this? Maybe it was the lack of routine. Maybe it was the fact that she still hasn't built back the muscle she used to have. But whatever it was, she wanted it to stop.

Chell had left doors open in her rush to get into the bathroom and under the sink, not really caring if anyone barged in at this point. She knew a certain core probably would....

Whatever. As she sat on the counter, foot against the open door, she bandaged up her arm. A sling was then put on, allowing her to finally stop pressing her arm against the wall to keep it in place.

The woman decided to sit there for a moment, just staring at herself in the mirror. A black eye (dodging bullets isn't always easy), burned cheek (and sometimes it causes one to fall directly in front of a laser), and bloody nose (let's be thankful it's not broken).

"I've gotten weak"

Those three little words echoed in her mind. Pulling her deeper and deeper into a pit. A pit she's never been in before. One of insecurities and fears.

No. She couldn't take it. Frustration bubbled up, her hand shaking as she tried to focus on her reflection through tear filled eyes.

A cry of anger. Shattering glass. A yelp of pain.

Maybe punching the mirror wasn't a good idea. Shards of it were stuck in her hand. Blood running down her arm.

Weak

[the-wheatley-core]

Wheatley was just sliding back to the warehouse after confirming a list of supplies for GLaDOS before passing by an open restroom door. Suddenly he paused after catching a brief glimpse of someone lying on the floor. He really didn’t want to get involved. What if it was just another rogue test subject trying to drag him into trouble? He considered minding his own business and just pretending he didn’t see anything, but suddenly he heard a scream and a shattering of glass which had caused him to want to go and investigate. He turned back around and curiously peered through the door only to find his best friend knelt down on the floor, bleeding with cuts and bruises on her hands. “Oh God! What happened in here?! Are you, um. Are you okay? D-don’t answer that. You’re probably not very okay. Um. At this moment. I, uh...” He wanted to get closer to her to try to help, but his rail only provided him with so much mobility and he couldn’t come any closer. He just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His best friend, this brave and ambitious lady who could survive any challenge and face any threat no matter the odds was now currently knelt down on the floor bleeding and covered in cuts and bruises. What could he do? He had never seen her like this before. She had always just seemed so strong and invincible to him. What could have possibly caused her to become so banged up? He knew that she seemed a little bit worse for wear when he had first reunited with her, but he didn’t expect it to be this bad. “Um... Is- is there anything I could do to help?” He gave her a pleading look, desperately wishing to be able to help her in any way that he could.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Her ears were useless at this point. Her mind screaming at her, making everything worse.

Look what you did! You're a mess! Letting insecurities get to you like this. You're getting blood everywhere.

Staring at her hand, she noticed the reflection of her friend in the mirror shards stuck in her skin. She finally looked to him, her thoughts finally quieting down a bit.

How could he help? Can he? She couldn't seem to find her words. She just wanted a steady hand to get the glass out of her skin. After taking a breath, she tried to say something. Instead a sob climbed out her throat.

Can't even speak. Useless. You can't do anything right!!

Tears ran down her face as she turned away. Not wanting him to see her like this. She was supposed to be strong. Confident!

As Chell stood up she seemed to calm down. Well. Forced herself to calm down so she could talk.

"C-clould you um... maybe help me get this cleaned up...i-if i pull this out, I'll make it worse"

She held her wrist, trying to stop the pain. Sniffling and looking away.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Closed starter for @vilifiedexile

Alright. Simple test. Last one of the day. Chell looked up at the platform she needed to get on, backing up and carefully aiming to shoot a portal. She then shot one in front of her so she could finally finish these tests and just rest.

The woman looked at the camera and stuck her tongue out, basically telling GLaDOS it wasn't as hard as she said it would be. As she did that, she walked through the portal with her eyes closed. A smug grin on her face.

Then she bumped into someone, falling back since she was only on one foot. Who the hell was i-

Her smile faded to a look of confusion. It was like looking in a mirror. But...alive. was this some kind of sick joke?

"....um..."

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Silence. She looked to the camera that was watching, knowing GLaDOS was seeing this and doing nothing. She then looked to the portal, sticking her hand through to see if she'd get back to where she belongs. But it just seemed to work as it normally would.

"i think we did. She'd never do this. At least not without saying anything about it"

Stupid bitch. How are you gonna get out of this now? You have no one helping you. And don't think you can do this alone. You've never been alone. Think! Do something!!

She covered her face, leaning against the wall. Trying to mask her panic. But with her legs trembling like that, it was a little hard to look brave.

[vilifiedexile]

"You’re right. If she had done this, she’d tell us whether it was a mistake or not...” Chell trailed off, watching the other lean back in exasperation and disguised panic. It might have fooled GLaDOS, but Chell knew herself. She hesitated, then sighed, walked over, and put her hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Hey. We’ll figure this out. Take a minute if you have to, but don’t panic. Panic never stops us, remember?”

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

"yea, but we've never been alone. There was always someone guiding us. And now there's no one who will help and-"

She took a deep breath. Trying to relax a little. Scrubbing at her eye with the heel of her palm to stop herself from crying. Stupid emotions showing up and ruining everything.

That camera. It was bugging her. She growled, taking her portal gun and shooting it twice before tying it back onto her waist. Just to make sure GLaDOS wouldn't see anymore of this, she had broken the camera.

Though she was sure there were more.

"two of the same can't solve this..."

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Closed starter for @vilifiedexile

Alright. Simple test. Last one of the day. Chell looked up at the platform she needed to get on, backing up and carefully aiming to shoot a portal. She then shot one in front of her so she could finally finish these tests and just rest.

The woman looked at the camera and stuck her tongue out, basically telling GLaDOS it wasn't as hard as she said it would be. As she did that, she walked through the portal with her eyes closed. A smug grin on her face.

Then she bumped into someone, falling back since she was only on one foot. Who the hell was i-

Her smile faded to a look of confusion. It was like looking in a mirror. But...alive. was this some kind of sick joke?

"....um..."

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Silence. She looked to the camera that was watching, knowing GLaDOS was seeing this and doing nothing. She then looked to the portal, sticking her hand through to see if she'd get back to where she belongs. But it just seemed to work as it normally would.

"i think we did. She'd never do this. At least not without saying anything about it"

Stupid bitch. How are you gonna get out of this now? You have no one helping you. And don't think you can do this alone. You've never been alone. Think! Do something!!

She covered her face, leaning against the wall. Trying to mask her panic. But with her legs trembling like that, it was a little hard to look brave.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Closed starter for @vilifiedexile

Alright. Simple test. Last one of the day. Chell looked up at the platform she needed to get on, backing up and carefully aiming to shoot a portal. She then shot one in front of her so she could finally finish these tests and just rest.

The woman looked at the camera and stuck her tongue out, basically telling GLaDOS it wasn't as hard as she said it would be. As she did that, she walked through the portal with her eyes closed. A smug grin on her face.

Then she bumped into someone, falling back since she was only on one foot. Who the hell was i-

Her smile faded to a look of confusion. It was like looking in a mirror. But...alive. was this some kind of sick joke?

"....um..."

[vilifiedexile]

“…What?”

Chell had been testing the walls of her Relaxation Chamber with the portal gun. GLaDOS had promised her she wouldn’t be a prisoner here anymore, that she could leave when and how she pleased; she wanted to be sure she could trust her this time.

Evidently she could NOT trust that others couldn’t use her portals, crashing right into someone. At first she assumed it was P-body, but then she saw who it really was - and was startled into talking to … herself.

“How…”

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

"so... I'm not going insane"

She stood up, pulling the portal gun off her hand and tying it to her waist. Her eyes scanned over the other, noticing she looked a little healthier. Less bruises too.

"This can't be good..."

She rubbed her neck for a moment, as if she was trying to make her throat feel better.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Closed starter for @vilifiedexile

Alright. Simple test. Last one of the day. Chell looked up at the platform she needed to get on, backing up and carefully aiming to shoot a portal. She then shot one in front of her so she could finally finish these tests and just rest.

The woman looked at the camera and stuck her tongue out, basically telling GLaDOS it wasn't as hard as she said it would be. As she did that, she walked through the portal with her eyes closed. A smug grin on her face.

Then she bumped into someone, falling back since she was only on one foot. Who the hell was i-

Her smile faded to a look of confusion. It was like looking in a mirror. But...alive. was this some kind of sick joke?

"....um..."

[humanwheatleyslefttoenail]

a concept(tm)

Imagine Chell and GLaDOS in the central chamber, GLaDOS armed with turrets and neurotoxin, Chell anxiously preparing for the first attack with her portal gun ready. A robotic hand rises from the floor, grabbing Chell before she can run away, holding her in the air by the back of her shirt as GLaDOS stares her down. Nervously, Chell tries to keep her cool, glaring at the giant AI in front of her. 

GLaDOS laughs, knowing that the end is soon. Mockingly, She asks, “Well, any last words? I’m dying to hear them, you know.”

Chell takes a deep breath, opens her mouth, and for the first time in years, she speaks. Loudly, and sarcastically, she unleashes a lifetime of fury in a single sentence. Looking directly at GLaDOS’ faceplate, Chell mutters a powerful phrase that takes GLaDOS aback. 

“OK boomer.”

The entire facility explodes instantly. The end.

[icohorns-deactivated20250224]

15.ai

Look at this fucking orange cat

[barksport]

i played portal 1 + 2 for the first time when i was like 10 and it’s been my favorite game ever since, i love chell so much ;w;

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

What are some things you like to do for fun?

The android perked up, smiling as she spoke.

"Well there's a lot of things! Most of them mean breaking some rules, but still! Taking rides in those tube things is one of the best things to do!!"

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

Introducing a new verse to the blog!!

Core Chell!!

Now, i know this has been done a million times, but i don't care. I wanna do more with this blog.

Now, I'll explain more of this later, but for now, have this

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

@the-wheatley-core

What did she get herself into this time? How does she keep getting hurt like this? Maybe it was the lack of routine. Maybe it was the fact that she still hasn't built back the muscle she used to have. But whatever it was, she wanted it to stop.

Chell had left doors open in her rush to get into the bathroom and under the sink, not really caring if anyone barged in at this point. She knew a certain core probably would....

Whatever. As she sat on the counter, foot against the open door, she bandaged up her arm. A sling was then put on, allowing her to finally stop pressing her arm against the wall to keep it in place.

The woman decided to sit there for a moment, just staring at herself in the mirror. A black eye (dodging bullets isn't always easy), burned cheek (and sometimes it causes one to fall directly in front of a laser), and bloody nose (let's be thankful it's not broken).

"I've gotten weak"

Those three little words echoed in her mind. Pulling her deeper and deeper into a pit. A pit she's never been in before. One of insecurities and fears.

No. She couldn't take it. Frustration bubbled up, her hand shaking as she tried to focus on her reflection through tear filled eyes.

A cry of anger. Shattering glass. A yelp of pain.

Maybe punching the mirror wasn't a good idea. Shards of it were stuck in her hand. Blood running down her arm.

Weak

[badlydrawnportal]

:))

(portaltober day 8! @portaltober)

[calmlystressingout]

portaltober day 3 :))) bad ending :))))

i know they fell down an elevator shaft but like,,, what if they ended up landing in like?? that mysterious liquid

long fall boots wont help if the surface isnt solid :)))

@portaltober

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

“Mhm” She laughed quietly. Taking back the paper and fixing it up a bit. “I mean, why shouldn’t i?” She looked at him for a moment before grabbing her charcoal. Drawing him was kinda fun. It was much different than anything in nature. And maybe she’d even use color. Who knows.

[the-wheatley-core]

He gave her a big smile with his optic. He was practically beaming over the fact that she would consider drawing him of all things.

“Aw, this is amazing! Is it alright if I keep it? Oh, please can I keep it? Can I? I just- I- I love this. I absolutely love this.”

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

"When it's done, sure" She shrugged, having known he'd either want to keep it, or be extremely happy. Although, she should've assumed both... It was nice seeing him like this. Not worried. Just enjoying himself and not feeling guilty. It's something she wanted to see more of.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

"Mhm" She laughed quietly. Taking back the paper and fixing it up a bit. "I mean, why shouldn't i?" She looked at him for a moment before grabbing her charcoal. Drawing him was kinda fun. It was much different than anything in nature. And maybe she'd even use color. Who knows.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

“For what? You haven’t done anything. And like this, you can’t. And if you think you’ll say something wrong, what can you say that hasn’t already been said?”

She’d probably laugh if he said anything mean. Or at least close to mean. She’s more open with her emotions. Only because she knows he needs it. If she isn’t open with her own, how can he even accept that it isn’t bad to even have any emotion other than.. Well, fear.

Chell kept the blanket around them, giving a soft sigh as she shook her head. He really did need to get over all that. It was over. She’s gotten over almost being killed countless times. Or she’s just hiding it really well… You’ll never know.

[the-wheatley-core]

With his long-held grief being fuelled by the effects of the injected substance, Wheatley just continued to quietly weep under the blanket as the time passed. He knew that what she was saying was true and that he was probably overreacting, but he had promised himself that he would never come into contact with anything that could potentially mess with his head ever again. Now it felt like all of his efforts had gone to waste. How could he possibly become a better person if giving in to the temptation was so easy? How could he possibly improve himself if he could so easily just hand over the reins over for any program to just immediately take hold over his emotions and cause him to lash out? …Why couldn’t he have just resisted it? He could have avoided so much heartache if only he had resisted it. Why couldn’t he have tried harder? Why was it that even with all the power in the world that he was still so weak and vulnerable? Even now, he couldn’t stop himself from quietly weeping when normally he would have had the strength to just keep it all in. When would he ever just be able to conquer himself and become a better person? After a while or so, the weeping had subsided as he eventually calmed down. Now sitting together in silence, he noticed some details around the room. Namely the drawings that she left on the wall. “…Did you draw those?”

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

“Mhm… Do you like them?” She rested her arms on him. Closing her eyes with a smile. At least he wasn’t crying. That was a big step. Her eyes drifted to the charcoal and papers on the table. She wanted to try something other than landscapes. But she didn’t know if she should draw anything or anyone she knew. Although Wheatley is maybe a good subject. Maybe she could try that soon.

[the-wheatley-core]

Looking at the drawings, there was a consistent theme of things having to do with nature and the outside. He gave a small sigh. He supposed it would make sense for her drawings to be so nature oriented. What else could he expect from someone who had fought so hard to earn her freedom in the face of almost certain death? He only wished that they had actually gotten to go up to the surface together when they had the chance instead of him mucking it all up in the end… Still, though, It was nice seeing this artistic side of her and to be learning new things about her interests. Especially now that she was actually talking to him. For that reason, he couldn’t help but feel a deep appreciation for her work. “I love them.”

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

She reached over and grabbed her sketchbook and a pencil. Making a quick messy sketch she'd fix up later. With how she was sitting, she'd be using the top of him as a not so good table. But once the sketch was done, she moved and showed him. "I don't do this often. But why not?"

It was him. Although, not very neat. Hopefully he liked it.

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

“For what? You haven’t done anything. And like this, you can’t. And if you think you’ll say something wrong, what can you say that hasn’t already been said?”

She’d probably laugh if he said anything mean. Or at least close to mean. She’s more open with her emotions. Only because she knows he needs it. If she isn’t open with her own, how can he even accept that it isn’t bad to even have any emotion other than.. Well, fear.

Chell kept the blanket around them, giving a soft sigh as she shook her head. He really did need to get over all that. It was over. She’s gotten over almost being killed countless times. Or she’s just hiding it really well… You’ll never know.

[the-wheatley-core]

With his long-held grief being fuelled by the effects of the injected substance, Wheatley just continued to quietly weep under the blanket as the time passed. He knew that what she was saying was true and that he was probably overreacting, but he had promised himself that he would never come into contact with anything that could potentially mess with his head ever again. Now it felt like all of his efforts had gone to waste. How could he possibly become a better person if giving in to the temptation was so easy? How could he possibly improve himself if he could so easily just hand over the reins over for any program to just immediately take hold over his emotions and cause him to lash out? …Why couldn’t he have just resisted it? He could have avoided so much heartache if only he had resisted it. Why couldn’t he have tried harder? Why was it that even with all the power in the world that he was still so weak and vulnerable? Even now, he couldn’t stop himself from quietly weeping when normally he would have had the strength to just keep it all in. When would he ever just be able to conquer himself and become a better person? After a while or so, the weeping had subsided as he eventually calmed down. Now sitting together in silence, he noticed some details around the room. Namely the drawings that she left on the wall. “…Did you draw those?”

[dangerousmut3lunatic]

"Mhm… Do you like them?” She rested her arms on him. Closing her eyes with a smile. At least he wasn’t crying. That was a big step. Her eyes drifted to the charcoal and papers on the table. She wanted to try something other than landscapes. But she didn’t know if she should draw anything or anyone she knew. Although Wheatley is maybe a good subject. Maybe she could try that soon.