#signed glados

[asvrai]

Hey, wait! Where's GLaDOS? Is she okay??? -✨

[For the first time since being ousted as the core AI, GLaDOS speaks to you.]

< This is the nightmare scenario. >

[asvrai]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa CHELL, JOSHUA ARE YOU OK????? (Chell Check Anon)

[In an identical, but different, chamber, Chell is rubbing her eyes as she wakes.]

...?

< Welcome, test subject. Please solve this first, simple test. >

[Despite barely having regained her faculties, Chell crosses her arms and glares up at the camera.]

< Your record states that you know American Sign Language. All Aperture Science Artificial Intelligence include this in our databanks. If you have questions, you may use it in view of the camera. >

....

!!!

...

[asvrai]

It's the ratboy!

[The light in the Relaxation Vault is dim. It’s like a cheap motel room in here, with its stiff looking bed and sad looking coffee maker. Sitting on the bed, the floor, the counters, any available surface, are people. Scientists, mostly, but some children as well, and some people wearing the blue jumpsuit uniform of maintenance and janitorial staff.]

[And from the closet...]

Why am I in here? Why is it dark? Where are the humans? Am I dead? 

[... a cheery voice is babbling on. Tommy beelines towards it and throws open the doors, picking up the orange-eyed Curiosity Core. Dr. Rattmann follows him, babbling as well.]

You were instructed to keep them safe Tommy, not bring them here! Surely you realized the AI is trying to start testing?

Yes, well, we’re working on a plan to- to fix all of this. How about you?

That’s not our jo--

[The container jolts again. Stronger this time, not like the gentle swaying caused by its occupants. There is a crackle of static, and the room begins to fill with vapor - not the sickly green of neurotoxin, but something else.] 

[One by one, the humans slump over, asleep.]

< Found you. >

[asvrai]

Ok! Checked up on the logs! Is Mr. Freeman ok? I hear he's missing an arm now, and that's not very.... Poggers? I think that's what is said? And Miss GLaDOS! Is she doing alright? If she can hear me, I hope she can hear that I hope she's ok and that she can be in charge again soon. Well like. In charge if she doesn't try to kill everyone. Murder isn't very poggers! (Chell Check Anon)

[tw: blood]

[Gordon is silent. He looks frazzled. Maybe a little paler than he should be. Clearly, he isn’t up to talking yet.]

[Over with Bubnick, GLaDOS is also still quiet. It is hard to tell what, exactly, the source of her silence is. Is she quiet with rage? Is she comprehending what just happened? Planning everyone’s demise? Remembering?]

[asvrai]

Oh snap GLaDOS is here too?? -✨

[Tommy points to a corner. GLaDOS’ head sits on the floor, a couple loose wires wrapped around it and knotted together to form a makeshift rope. Seems they’ve been dragging her along as best they can.]

[Her eye is lit, but dim.]

[asvrai]

If you don't want us to interfere, turn us off yourself [bleep] ~ Pockets

< Fine. >

[There is a buzzing sound, and suddenly your audio amplifiers have been scrambled by a radio frequency. You can scream your little mechanical heart out in Joshua’s testing track, but he will be unable to hear.]

[asvrai]

What happens after chamber 5? Do you just wait in a lobby for everyone else to catch up?

There are 19 test chambers in an Aperture Science Testing Track. And then there will be a party. And there will be cake.

[asvrai]

[Bubnick grabs his Aperture Science Portable Phone Prototype and walks over to where GLaDOS’ head lays. He sits, cross-legged, next to her.]

The nanobots are... wondering how you are.

[She is silent.]

I-I am, too, of course. You haven’t said anything. And now that you can’t... kill us, I was looking forward to a conversation. 

[She remains silent.]

... Can I at least work to make you more portable? Dragging you along seems... wrong. 

[Still nothing, but the plates that make up her eyelids close briefly in agreement.]