whether chell was listening or not didn’t matter to Her; no, it DID matter to Her. test subjects hated Her, She knew; but that shouldn’t hinder them from listening to the goddess that pulled the strings behind their backs. alas, She was a talker, but She never rambled. everything She uttered was deliberate, hoping to see a reaction. anger, sadness, it didn’t matter. human psychology was intriguing, but She didn’t have enough human subjects left to experiment on any of Her hypotheses. and so, She was left to examine the raw emotion from whoever She got her claws hands on.
out of the corner of Her optics She observed each of chell’s expressions. with a mute, it was easier; they had no voice to express themselves, and thus relied on body language and, of course, facial representation.
but She was taken aback with the next form of rebellion She was literally HIT WITH.
Her first reaction was to activate Her gasp subroutine, which She released loudly with a large step back. for a second, Her vision was obstructed with a spark with a painfully long 10 milliseconds. with a speedy check of Her system, She was alerted of a small leak around Her nasal area, and bringing an arm up for examination, it departed with a gooey, black substance. a few curse words escaped Her lips. as being the one who created and designed Her new body, she knew exactly what was pouring out of Her orifice. it wasn’t a positive sign.
and that’s when it hit Her. PAIN. something She was all too familiar with, but in such a different… sense. it was almost… invigorating. no… that’s repulsive. THIS IS WHAT SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN TRYING TO AVOID.
for once, She was hesitant to speak. but it only took a second for Her eyebrows to furrow, staring daggers into Her attacker.
» how nice. do we have an incinerator around here? i’m sure it’d be great to re-enact our previous battle. for old times sake. oh, you know, the time when you murdered me. i’m a very good actor, you know. it’ll be a piece of cake. only this time, with a… relatively minor plot twist in the end. «
THE RUSH THAT GAVE HER WAS AMAZING.
A tinge of worry was sent through her as she realized that fact. The fact that hitting GLaDOS felt so N I C E. It also felt odd. And disturbing. But the adrenaline already felt ADDICTING. Her fingers felt a TINGLE and her heart was pounding against her chest. It was a familiar feeling -- one she remembered from all the testing. From the JUMPING and nearly dying CONSTANTLY. Except this felt better.
It almost felt like a CHEAP PLAY now to use an incinerator? What? Could GLaDOS not fight back? Chell’s hands came up in the air, showing her COCKY attitude toward the AI. She wanted GLaDOS to take a swing or something.
But mostly, she wanted to WIN.
Suddenly the thought of BEATING GLaDOS for good rushed through her. It gave her another dangerous jolt throughout her body. If she could yell, she might break down this time. She never, ever wanted to give GLaDOS satisfaction of a response, but -- she had already done so SILENTLY now. Now would’ve been the time to let loose.
To cuss out. To scream. To tell GLaDOS that it NEVER MATTERED what she did to Chell. Chell would make it through.
Her body language -- all it said was ‘BRING IT ON’.
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