#cowardlycore

[cowardlycore-blog]

He heard the door, turning he saw the black stained eye of his companion. “Fact.” He repeated. “What are you doing in those offices?” His accent had long faded, the need to seem human long since murdered. “You can’t need anything from that office…”

[askcorruptedfact]

Ah. That was a relatively familiar voice, though he had been blissfully free of it for some time. “It is my office,” he scoffed, closing the door behind him quickly. “Where the Fact Sphere has business is none of yours.”

His optics narrowed a little, focusing on the intruding acquaintance. “You were looking for the Fact Sphere,” he finally stated.

[askcorruptedfact]

(CowardlyCore Mun) YES HELLO. I NOTICED WE NEVER DID THE SHIPPY THING.

[ YES HELLO I NOTICED I’VE BEEN GONE FOR LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED 

For someone whose muse has been consistently single for three or four years I’m incredibly down for shippy stuff oh my god I don’t even know how long this message has been sitting here but heck yes ]

[askcorruptedfact]

(CowardlyCore Mun) YES HELLO HOW ARE YOU I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW I SHIP FACTxADVENTURE YES THANK YOU GOOD DAY.

(( YES HELLO TO YOU TOO THAT IS GOOD TO KNOW BECAUSE SO DO I )) 

[intelligentsphere]

Y'all can't blame me and ya know it. Ah've had ta cut that one outta wirin' twice at least. (CowardlyCore)

Hm. Well I am intelligent, thank you though I guess it is appreciated, mate.

[intelligentsphere]

cowardlycore reblogged your post and added:

What, y’all are always gettin’ trapped in...

I can handle myself I am an intelligent sphere. Intelligence core, right?

[cave-prime-blog]

Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

[formermoron-blog]

Fall to Paradise

Turrets were good for one thing and one thing only: ruining someones day. That's exactly what they were doing today of all days. She'd figured it would be a good day to grab some spare parts from the turret redemption line, and it would've been if it weren't for the live turret that was on the conveyor belt.

There was no voice to warn her, only the sound of shots being fired. Her arms raised to protect herself thought strangely nothing hit. It wasn't until the device made its startup noise and sent her off that she realized that it'd been hit. First drop was into the middle of a bustling city for only a moment, the next being into a desert for the same period of time. The third drop was into an Aperture to which she crashed onto the only android on the catwalk and the device started sparking. It gave her less than a minute to try to apologize and get up only to be stopped as it quite literally tossed the two into the next universe. The last thing she could hear as they fell was waves and seagulls before hitting the ocean beneath them, the force from the impact knocking a wire or two loose and shutting her down as she sunk.

[ask-glados-anything]

The facility was usually an unwelcome splendor, a facility so massive but cold, whose wires slithered out of sight in wings that were not yet repaired. Thanks to the idiot. But this was another day, after the cores had crashed back in a flurry of fire, after punishments have been thrown left and right. Today was a day She'd told the adventure core She'd finally agree to give him just one chance. She was out of her usual outfit, wearing a casual black dress striped with yellow that she'd figured RM would like her to wear regardless of the event. She shrugged her shoulders as the core came in. "What now?"