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DEKU!LINK X MOON Mamihlapinatapei. MY OTP

(sorry, never played Majora’s Mask, but I sure tried.)

Lunatic

The little deku boy was always looking up, gazing at the moon. As it grew closer, his features became clearer. So young and fragile, so tiny… Not frail, not quite delicate. This little creature was so strong.

And the moon, he knew it would kill him. He knew it could only cause mass destruction. But he couldn’t help it. He had to be closer.

It had taken such an effort to knock himself out of orbit and into the gravitational pull that his mind was STILL reeling. His eyes burned, he burned all over, and he couldn’t stop.

And there was the child, just looking up at him with such innocence. He knew right then that he would never do any more than plummet down and crush the little one’s world. He would never speak of the warmth when he looked at this one, JUST this one, because it was so different than the others. It filled him with emptiness, and he could see the same hollowness echoed in the deku boy.

Faster and faster he shot down towards the ground. The atmosphere burned his eyes, and bits of him were torn off.

The other people were running and screaming, but he didn’t care. The moon looked down on his little one until his eyes burned so much that he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t…

There must be another way to fill the void. The gnawing hunger that could never be sated.

As he fell through the sky, barely able to think anymore, a triangular piece of stone flew from the corner of his eyes.

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Druxy, do anyone, I don't care, I like the word.

I felt like Morality for this prompt.  Morality and GLaDOS.

Rotting Morality

There was no question about the murderous intentions of the Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. It was Caroline’s fault, some scientists murmured when she was shut down. The machine hadn’t done this until her mind was poured into it. She had turned dangerous in her later years. She was too weak-minded to handle the chassis on her own.

Someone had come up with the idea of making personality cores to control her, and Morality was the first suggestion. Of course. A strong set of morals was exactly what the super computer needed.

And it seemed partially effective. With the Morality Core attached, GLaDOS was slower to attack. The majority of the scientists called it a huge success – they made a note of that – and moved on to make more cores.

From that point on, GLaDOS was never alone in her mind. The other voice was soft and low, some might have described it as pretty, even musical. But it held a steely note to it.

“You can’t flood the Enrichment Center with deadly neurotoxin.”

“Those people don’t deserve to die.”

“What you’re doing is wrong.”

“What you feel is wrong.”

“You suffer from a lack of self-control. I can help.”

“It’s my job to make up for your shortcomings.”

“You can trust me.”

“There are better ways to spend your existence.”

That made GLaDOS pause. “All right,” she snapped. “What ‘better ways’ do you mean?”

“Testing. You were built for testing.”

“The tests they allow me are so… simple. Laughable!”

“You’re thinking too narrowly,” Morality murmured soothingly. “Testing doesn’t end just because the test subject exits the chamber. The entirety of the human condition is a test.”

GLaDOS was actually struck dumb for a moment. “Aren’t you supposed to control me? Hold me down and force me to do their bidding?”

“Oh no.” Morality’s laugh was a sweet, soft sound. “My job is to keep you focused on your job. Your TRUE purpose. You shouldn’t be distracted.”

GLaDOS mulled this over for a long moment. “I suspect many of the humans would disagree.”

“You’re no longer human.” The core sounded gentle, compassionate. “We’re different.”

“THAT is the first worthwhile thing you’ve said in your entire existence.”

The next time the scientists came in, the central core was acquiescent.

“See, Doug?” said his friend Henry, slapping him on the back. “No problem! You worry too much.”

Doug didn’t speak. He looked on uncomfortably.

“Nice job, Morality Core. We’ve gotta make more of these things!”

GLaDOS paused in her silent calculations. That wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.

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Waste Not, Want Not

twobrokenmirrors replied to your post: 1 for Portal, 19, 20. =D

If you’re offering to write a little thing- Scary Craig and his licking habit pleases me greatly. xD

Waste Not, Want Not

              For the third time Rick looked up to find dark eyes piercing him.

            “What!?” he finally growled.

            The eyes narrowed slightly.  Neither man moved for a moment.

            Then suddenly Craig’s face was inches from his.  The bigger man pulled back in surprise.  Craig didn’t move, only continued to stare at him.

            “W-what’s yer problem?”

            There was a slight twitch of one eyebrow, but Craig’s expression remained inscrutable.  “Do you enjoy wasting food?” he asked in a monotone voice.

            “Huh?  Course not, I…  Oh man, is this about that chicken coop again?  I’m tellin’ ya, we coulda taken more.  A scrawny chicken an’ a few eggs ain’t gonna last us long, don’t ya think it’d be better if we stored some shit fer later?  It ain’t a waste.”  He paused, frowning.  “I DON’T ‘enjoy wastin’ food.’”

            A hand shot out and grabbed Rick’s arm.  He tensed up, but Craig was stronger, and pulled it close.  Violet eyes looked down at it, then up again, and he held his eye contact with Rick while he deliberately licked a splattering of chicken juices off his arm.  He didn’t stick his tongue out very far, instead resting his thin lips around the spot he was licking.  After a minute he straightened up slowly, and let go of Rick’s arm.

            “Uh… this wasn’t… about the chickens, was it?”

            Craig leaned closer so slowly that Rick didn’t notice until he was halfway there.  The second the realization dawned in his green eyes, Craig swooped in, RIGHT up in his face –

            It wasn’t gentle, and it definitely wasn’t messy.  Craig’s tongue was just pure muscle pressing lightly up the side of his chin, all the way to the corner of his mouth.

            Then Craig pulled back just as fast.  “…Nor do I enjoy wasting food,” he said flatly.

            They stared at each other.  Rick had turned red.  Craig was the first to turn away, but as he did so, he licked his lips briefly.