Good Morning

Welcome test subjects. Today is a new day. Do mind the fresh paint.

[egryt]

*is the heathen of the family*

[transgirlrattmann]

Open starter for Android Ratt.

(This starter is for an android version of Ratt which I’ve been planning for a while. More to follow later but for now here you go.)

Water. Dripping, sliding, rushing. Clinging to the walls in wet condensation. Shivering down pipes before plummeting to the ground. Droplets running in repeat slowly boring away at the concrete of Aperture Science.

Such tenacity she thought. She remembered someone once who had possessed a lot of that. Tenacity. Optics gaze down at carbon and steel hands. Wires hidden beneath tight plates beneath artificial flesh. All things matter most at their core. Her core was the hum of a computer in her chest. The skip of electricity like lifeblood through her body and other……more human….things. The beating of an artificial heart. Pulsing, pushing, pumping. Moving a quasi plasmic substance through manufactured veins and arteries.

Only one thing remained that was truly her own. A computer could only do so much for the human conciousness but the once neroscientist and ultimately prisoner of this facility knew. A human brain mixed with mechanical parts was the only way to create a stable individual.

She had not made the same mistakes in her own construction as there had been with GLaDOS. They had once succeeded in transferring a human conciousness to the body of a machine. However there was no morality to it. Only raw data. A personality based on emotionless facts and given an insatiable curiosity. A desire to test.

Morality cores only went so far. Nothing could compensate for the human minds ability to judge right from wrong. When she had built her own body. Having diagnosed herself with cancer of the lungs. She had made sure to keep her mind as safe as possible.

The transfer had been painful to say the least. A probe inserted into her head and spine downloading organic data from her nervous system and memory. Then transfer of the conciousness to the machine where it was put to sleep. That had been the only peaceful portion of the experience.

Then the brain. Cutting away parts that were now unnecessary. Keeping others that governed emotions and released endorphins and other chemicals into the body. Combining the remaining brain tissue with body friendly mechanical components.

Finally placing it all inside the new Android body. The brain held securely inside the head in a nearly indestructible casing. When she had awoken the disorientation had been immense.

She was cured. No cancer and no schizophrenia. For the first time in her life her head was silent. For the first time in her life she could think clearly and reason without fear. For the first time in her life….she was alone.

In a place like aperture it had never occurred to her that what had often kept her most sane were the voices and hallucinations. They gave her someone to talk to. Someone who responded.

She had escaped death but now another enemy loomed. Time. She had far too much of it. As time passed and isolation grew. The human parts of her mind could not tolerate as well as the machine could. They were subjected to their own deterioration. A mental decay. Something she had not thought of in her hurry to escape the reaper.

She grew numb. Alone in the many rooms of Aperture she waited.

And waited

And waited

And waited…

As drops of water fell on her skin in a repetitive motion. She wondered to herself. What next?

[destroyerofwxrlds]

     Doug didn’t know everything about the facility. Not yet. GLaDOS had done more planning than anyone had realized, and discovered things that had been kept secret. Most importantly, she had discovered an extra vault of test subjects, seemingly unaffected by the system crash. But she knew that those few remaining subjects were all she was getting; she couldn’t burn through them all at once. Instead, she set up a new program in the data of the relaxation chambers. They couldn’t be opened manually, but once a year a single vault would open. This year, it was vault 563; Test subject name [REDACTED] after so many database failures over the years.

Smoothie groaned in displeasure as he woke from his deep sleep. He wasn’t sure at first that he was capable of opening his eyes but, when he finally did, he groaned again. He forgot the hideous orange jumpsuit they’d put him in.

     “Good morning. You have been in suspension for-” The recording turned to static. Maybe he wouldn’t have to hear the full speech. “You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, look down at the floor.” No such luck, and no chance that he was going to follow pre-programmed instructions. He dragged himself to his feet. “You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, look down at the floor.” He grabbed a chair from against the wall, dragging it to a corner beneath a security camera. “You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, look down at the floor.”

      He looked down at the floor just to make the recording shut up. “Good. This completes the gymnastic portion of your mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise.”

He stepped up onto the chair; the lens of the security camera was coated in dust. He wasn’t sure if it even worked anymore. But, he’d worked at Aperture long enough to know that the microphones were the sturdy part. The recording kicked on again. “There is a framed painting on the wall. Please go stand in front of it.” Whoever was monitoring these things could surely hear the recording berating him, but if not- He tapped his finger hard against the microphone, sure to emit a loud static noise straight into the ears of whoever was listening.

[transgirlrattmann]

Ratt winced at the sound. Whoever was awake he sure was annoying. She quickly patched herself into the intercom of vault 563.

"Who are you?" She questioned in a voice that dripped with displeasure.

[transgirlrattmann]

(whats up losers. the mun is back.)

[transgirlrattmann]

Open starter for Android Ratt.

(This starter is for an android version of Ratt which I’ve been planning for a while. More to follow later but for now here you go.)

Water. Dripping, sliding, rushing. Clinging to the walls in wet condensation. Shivering down pipes before plummeting to the ground. Droplets running in repeat slowly boring away at the concrete of Aperture Science.

Such tenacity she thought. She remembered someone once who had possessed a lot of that. Tenacity. Optics gaze down at carbon and steel hands. Wires hidden beneath tight plates beneath artificial flesh. All things matter most at their core. Her core was the hum of a computer in her chest. The skip of electricity like lifeblood through her body and other……more human….things. The beating of an artificial heart. Pulsing, pushing, pumping. Moving a quasi plasmic substance through manufactured veins and arteries.

Only one thing remained that was truly her own. A computer could only do so much for the human conciousness but the once neroscientist and ultimately prisoner of this facility knew. A human brain mixed with mechanical parts was the only way to create a stable individual.

She had not made the same mistakes in her own construction as there had been with GLaDOS. They had once succeeded in transferring a human conciousness to the body of a machine. However there was no morality to it. Only raw data. A personality based on emotionless facts and given an insatiable curiosity. A desire to test.

Morality cores only went so far. Nothing could compensate for the human minds ability to judge right from wrong. When she had built her own body. Having diagnosed herself with cancer of the lungs. She had made sure to keep her mind as safe as possible.

The transfer had been painful to say the least. A probe inserted into her head and spine downloading organic data from her nervous system and memory. Then transfer of the conciousness to the machine where it was put to sleep. That had been the only peaceful portion of the experience.

Then the brain. Cutting away parts that were now unnecessary. Keeping others that governed emotions and released endorphins and other chemicals into the body. Combining the remaining brain tissue with body friendly mechanical components.

Finally placing it all inside the new Android body. The brain held securely inside the head in a nearly indestructible casing. When she had awoken the disorientation had been immense.

She was cured. No cancer and no schizophrenia. For the first time in her life her head was silent. For the first time in her life she could think clearly and reason without fear. For the first time in her life….she was alone.

In a place like aperture it had never occurred to her that what had often kept her most sane were the voices and hallucinations. They gave her someone to talk to. Someone who responded.

She had escaped death but now another enemy loomed. Time. She had far too much of it. As time passed and isolation grew. The human parts of her mind could not tolerate as well as the machine could. They were subjected to their own deterioration. A mental decay. Something she had not thought of in her hurry to escape the reaper.

She grew numb. Alone in the many rooms of Aperture she waited.

And waited

And waited

And waited…

As drops of water fell on her skin in a repetitive motion. She wondered to herself. What next?

[transgirlrattmann]

Open starter for Android Ratt.

(This starter is for an android version of Ratt which I've been planning for a while. More to follow later but for now here you go.) Water. Dripping, sliding, rushing. Clinging to the walls in wet condensation. Shivering down pipes before plummeting to the ground. Droplets running in repeat slowly boring away at the concrete of Aperture Science. Such tenacity she thought. She remembered someone once who had possessed a lot of that. Tenacity. Optics gaze down at carbon and steel hands. Wires hidden beneath tight plates beneath artificial flesh. All things matter most at their core. Her core was the hum of a computer in her chest. The skip of electricity like lifeblood through her body and other......more human....things. The beating of an artificial heart. Pulsing, pushing, pumping. Moving a quasi plasmic substance through manufactured veins and arteries. Only one thing remained that was truly her own. A computer could only do so much for the human conciousness but the once neroscientist and ultimately prisoner of this facility knew. A human brain mixed with mechanical parts was the only way to create a stable individual. She had not made the same mistakes in her own construction as there had been with GLaDOS. They had once succeeded in transferring a human conciousness to the body of a machine. However there was no morality to it. Only raw data. A personality based on emotionless facts and given an insatiable curiosity. A desire to test. Morality cores only went so far. Nothing could compensate for the human minds ability to judge right from wrong. When she had built her own body. Having diagnosed herself with cancer of the lungs. She had made sure to keep her mind as safe as possible. The transfer had been painful to say the least. A probe inserted into her head and spine downloading organic data from her nervous system and memory. Then transfer of the conciousness to the machine where it was put to sleep. That had been the only peaceful portion of the experience. Then the brain. Cutting away parts that were now unnecessary. Keeping others that governed emotions and released endorphins and other chemicals into the body. Combining the remaining brain tissue with body friendly mechanical components. Finally placing it all inside the new Android body. The brain held securely inside the head in a nearly indestructible casing. When she had awoken the disorientation had been immense. She was cured. No cancer and no schizophrenia. For the first time in her life her head was silent. For the first time in her life she could think clearly and reason without fear. For the first time in her life....she was alone. In a place like aperture it had never occurred to her that what had often kept her most sane were the voices and hallucinations. They gave her someone to talk to. Someone who responded. She had escaped death but now another enemy loomed. Time. She had far too much of it. As time passed and isolation grew. The human parts of her mind could not tolerate as well as the machine could. They were subjected to their own deterioration. A mental decay. Something she had not thought of in her hurry to escape the reaper. She grew numb. Alone in the many rooms of Aperture she waited. And waited And waited And waited... As drops of water fell on her skin in a repetitive motion. She wondered to herself. What next?

[themurderbird-blog]

@Transgirlrattmann

         There was a new teacher at St.Pigeonation’s boarding school. A human, at that. Shuu most definitely didn’t approve of the change in policy but, from a researcher’s point of view, she piqued his interest. They’d been discussing the policy change for what felt like forever; it wasn’t until now that management had settled on a qualified human to hire. She must have been something special.

          It was her first day at the school, and class had just ended. As the last students filed out, Shuu Iwamine appeared in the doorway of her classroom. He was silent for the longest time, simply observing the empty classroom and the mannerisms of the teacher. Then, finally, he made his presence known. “Miss Rattmann.”

[transgirlrattmann]

Psychology class had just ended. Ratt was busy cleaning up her paperwork when a smooth voice intoned her name. She turned politely acknowledging the presence of Shuu Iwamine, the school physician. 

“Oh h-hello Mr. Iwamine. I was just cleaning up.” She didn’t bother to tell him about the little girl who was examining him barely a foot from his feathery visage. After all, no one could see her but Ratt. An avid hallucination from her past. She had learned to live with the girls presence although she sometimes could be rather......disruptive.     

[deadlyneurotoxin]

       The android powered up, glowing yellow eyes flickering open. How long had it been? It took her a moment to even remember what had happened. It wasn’t long before she put the pieces together, though. She’d had one of those days and decided to deactivate herself for awhile. She’d needed a break. Aside from that, she wasn’t going to let herself dwell on it. Besides, she suddenly had a bigger problem on her mind.

       With her system still loading, she couldn’t recall how long she’d been shut down for. Had she programmed the shutdown to last for days or for years? Where was Doug? Had he left the facility, thinking there was nothing left there for him? Had he died?

       This wasn’t good. As soon as her camera system a came online, she began frantically flicking through the video feeds until- There he was. Sort of.

       At first glance, she almost mistook them for a foreign Doug, from a different universe entirely. But she knew her Doug. The way he moved, his posture, the feeling she got when she looked at- Him? Her? Human gender roles were complicated enough without this. But she knew this had to be the Doug she was familiar with, and she could now plainly see that they were safe and alive.

       Her voice echoed over the intercom, breaking through the deafening silence. “You’ve upgraded your…” She hesitated. Chassis wasn’t the right word. “-exterior.”

       Her voice grew quieter, now coming from her lips; she stepped into the cafeteria’s doorway. “I wasn’t aware that humans could alter their gender presentation like this. But, I do suppose it makes sense… All it would take is in increase in-”

     Her soft, curious, expression instantly faded into irritation. She knew exactly what Ratt had done, and it involved prescribing herself medications that she really wasn’t qualified to regulate. She glared, arms crossing over her chest. “You were in my labs, weren’t you?”

[transgirlrattmann]

The first sound of her familiar sweet voice over the intercom had Ratt dropping everything and rushing to the door. She almost ran into the android face first as she entered the cafeteria. Her sudden accusing posture and tone along with her question, had Ratt rocking back on her hells a bit and gazing at the ground sheepishly. 

“Well you were g-gone. I had nobody else to help me. Besides!” she perked up “I know enough a-about the human brain and body to know the c-correct dosage as well as how to test my own h-hormone levels.” she frowned a bit, giving GLaDOS her own look. “I did work here at one p-point.”

[jp0777]

portal 2 fanart c: this game. THIS GAME. i wish i could take my PS3 with me and play all week long *sob*

[uploaf-blog]

josi is the best

the best of the rest

DAMN GIRL how long did this take you i need to know it’d take me WEEKS to do this :’( <33333

[transgirlrattmann]

Ratt stretched, taking up the entire length of the bed she had been sleeping on. It was a plain affair but far more comfortable than the cardboard boxes she used to sleep on. Blue and brown eyes found their way to the dark ceiling peering into the blackness that filled the room. There was something safe about the dark. Something comforting. She supposed it had always been this way for her, even during her days of hiding out in aperture. 

She no longer needed to hide however. As she swung her legs off the side of the bed onto the floor memories played like a movie reel in her head. The first time she had seen those yellow eyes in the darkness she hadn’t known they would be her salvation. She couldn’t know. Then the coaxing that followed and the running after that. They had grown close in that short space of time, her and GLaDOS. 

This was not her GLaDOS however, but a different one. One that had come from an alternate universe. A universe strangely devoid of her own alternate. Though there were signs that he had lived here once. Paints stored in secret places only she could know where to look. Sometimes she found a mural that GLaDOS had missed. 

The thought of GLaDOS sent an ache through her chest. She remembered once more the night they had spent together after that valentines day. Here on this bed. Her hands rubbed the sheets fondly. A blush rushed to her cheeks as she remembered her lover that night. Bared and vulnerable in front of her. Although she hadn’t been the only vulnerable one. 

A sigh of longing escaped her somewhat unwillingly. It had been a while now. Though that while seemed like an eternity. An eternity since GLaDOS had suddenly gone......inactive. Ratt remembered the day she called out to her android counterpart. Nobody had answered. Puzzled she had gone to investigate only to find.....nothing. She could only guess that GLaDOS had shut herself down. Or perhaps she was off playing games in another universe. Either way Ratt missed her terribly.

She got up and headed to the bathroom, flicking on the light. The face that stared back at her in the mirror showed the same tired eyes as always, but it was more.....feminine. This cheered her up a bit, it seemed the hormones were doing their job. GLaDOS had, had a plethora of things within her lab, including human hormones. What they had initially been for she had no idea but with GLaDOS asleep or away for however long, she was sure the android wouldn’t miss what little she took for her own purposes.

Gender was a confusing thing. It had taken a long time for her to realize her own. After spending years living as Doug Rattmann, she had finally come to terms with something she had always known. That Doug wasn’t Doug at all, that he was a she, and that her real name as she chose it, was Ratt. It was simple but it fit she thought. After all that time in the walls of aperture she had really lived up to her last name and now it was hard to part with that title. Besides, Ratt sounded cute and nice to say and it had a pleasant feeling on the tongue. She knew that was who she was.

The hormones had wrought quite a change thus far. Her skin was softer and more smooth. Hair had begun to stop growing in certain places, though it still grew on her face. Her voice had begun to change to a slightly higher register. Her face starting ever so slowly, to round out. The changes pleased her greatly and even though she still had to shave, she felt that for now this was something she could live with. 

Pulling her hair back in its now customary ponytail she almost laughed out loud looking at herself. With the changes she was undergoing she almost started to see a little bit of Chell in her features. 

Getting dressed she slipped on a bra, unfortunately it was a little big as she had stolen it from GLaDOS. But she usually filled it with padding anyway. Sliding on a baggy shirt and some sweatpants she strode out of her room and into Aperture proper. 

Since GLaDOS had gone inactive, many of Apertures key components had gone on autopilot and other less necessary things, like lights and running water, had turned off. Luckily Ratt knew enough about how everything worked to get them up and running herself.

She worked her way down to the kitchen for breakfast. Aperture had stocked up on food supplies long before GLaDOS had taken over the facility. Precautionary measures in case of nuclear fallout or something. Ratt had made excellent usage of those stores. Pouring herself a bowl of cereal she made sure to take her medicine. The pills that GLaDOS had given her to help with schizophrenia. They kept the monsters at bay most of the time. Though sometimes things could slip through the cracks. It was a lifelong condition. Much like being transgender she thought with another chuckle. 

She had grown accustomed to it at any rate. This was the way things were. Every day she woke up and went about her tasks, making sure to take her hormones and medicine. Then going back to sleep to start the new day over again. Still.....when, she wondered. When would GLaDOS return to her? 

[transgirlrattmann]

(( Hey everybody!! mun here! Im going to be making some changes to my blog owing to the fact that my Doug is trans female. Ill be referring to her as “Rat” and possibly other names. Thank you!! )) 

[transgirlrattmann]

(( Whats up everybody? A friend of mine just re-activated her blog and it got me to thinking that maybe its time for Doug to come back on the scene. Its been a while since i last wrote him and i hope i can slide back into the saddle fairly easily, but ill be testing it out somewhat tentatively to begin with. That being said please feel free to send me starters and asks if you would like to rp with me or just talk to Doug. Thank you guys!!! 

-mun ))

[transgirlrattmann]

Committed

[transgirlrattmann]

slicedandsewn:

      The inside of the asylum was no more welcoming than the outside had been. It was dark and dusky, but certainly not abandoned; distant screams and groans echoed the walls. The guards weren’t gentle, either, yanking Doug here and there. After a thorough strip search with far more groping and grabbing than protocol required, a beige prisoner uniform was thrown at him. He was expected to change in front of them, and they were prepared to use force if he refused. It wasn’t long before he was dressed just like every other murderer in Mount Massive.

      Deeper into the asylum, things only seemed worse. The stench of feces, urine, and death seemed to surround him as he was marched past occupied rooms. Armed guards remained on either side of him, clutching his arms despite his handcuffs. They were taking no chances with an apparent mass murderer.

      Each cell had solid walls and a thick metal door, with only one small window just at eye level. While many of the windows were ignored, quite a few patients had noticed the new arrival. They responded by pressing their faces to their windows, shouting at the new patient. Some begged for help, some threatened to break Doug’s arm and use his own bones to carve his eyeballs out, and others simply informed that they were certain he’d look nice with their dick in his mouth. Regardless, the guards never acknowledged them, nor gave Doug a chance to respond.

      After what seemed like an eternity, they reached Doug’s assigned cell and one of the austere guards finally spoke up. “You’re getting a cellmate. Budget cuts.” They explained as Doug’s handcuffs were removed, both guards’ guns drawn just incase. They unlocked the door.

      The cell was fairly small, containing nothing but a metal bed frame and bed. The floor and walls were padded, but that hadn’t stopped previous inmates from scribbling on them. On the edge of the bed sat his apparent roommate; 6’5” and muscular, with the sides of his head shaved. Though large, he didn’t look particularly unstable. He wasn’t shouting things like the other inmates, or attempting to attack the guards. he simply glared up at them in silence, sizing his new roommate up.

      Doug was shoved inside, the door locked behind him.

The instincts of the Ratt were already beginning to set in. The familiar cold numbness spreading through his body, suppressing all but the will to survive. One way or another he was going to make it out of here. This place was made of wood and metal, there were cracks all over and the security was laughable compared to what he was used too. Next to Aperture this place was a walk in the park. 

He spoke about as much as his new roommate did. Instead taking the time to size him up and get a feel for his character. Doug wasn’t sure why he was in here, but he was almost certain he didn’t want to know. He sensed the same cold defiance that he himself had often exhibited in front of her. 

He turned his attention to the cell, seeking with searching eyes for anything that might give him a chance at escaping. Unfortunately there were no cracks or seems that he could detect and nowhere for him to slip out, but then where would he go? He didn’t know this place and it was different from aperture. He couldn't hide inside the walls the way he had there, this building was old and not computer operated.

“I guess we’ll just have to sit here then” Kyna’s voice came from the bed, from beside the stranger. She sat practically leaning against him, an amused expression on her face as though she was having fun with all of this. “G-get away.....” Doug’s hands reached out in instinct for a moment before he stopped remembering that she was only real to him. The other couldn’t see her and had no way of knowing it was her he was talking too. He mumbled a brief apology before moving to a corner of the cell and sitting down. 

There was no way around it. He was in trouble, but then when was he not? Experience told him to wait, his chance for escape would come in due time. 

[transgirlrattmann]

wastedingenuity: 

        Rick had been sitting in the farthest corner of the garage watching the entire spectacle. As thin as he was, and as cluttered as the garage happened to be, it wasn’t difficult for him to go unnoticed. That didn’t last long, though.

        His presence was promptly announced with a loud, unattractive, belch that seemed to echo throughout the otherwise silent garage. But, at least he didn’t look eager to attack Doug. His eyebrow was raised, uncertain of whether to be curious or annoyed. Why the fuck did every weirdo who couldn’t work a multiverse machine end up in his garage?

       “Sh-Shit, that looked like it hurt.” He pulled a flask from his lab coat as he spoke, taking a large gulp of it at the end of his sentence. He then hopped up from his chair, making his way over to where the intruder remained on the ground. He held out the flask to Doug; the guy looked like he could use a drink right about now.

Doug shrank back from this new person. He looked like a slob, dressed as though he barely cared about his own appearance. In truth he reminded Doug a little of his own visage, especially in the days he spent living in the walls of aperture. He made no move to take the flask from the other man, there was no telling what might be inside even if he had drank out of it before offering. Doug could think of a million ways in which that could be deceiving.

“He doesn’t seem dangerous” Kyna’s voice called out and Doug turned his head to where she sat perched on top of the strange car. She looked at him, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Maybe we should say hello?” she hopped down from the top of the vehicle to land on the ground beside him. 

Doug stood up, dusting himself off while keeping a wary eye on the other man who seemed for all intents and purposes, perfectly at ease. He took another look at the outstretched flask. “I-i dont drink” 

[transgirlrattmann]

Delicate long fingers flew over the surface of the instrument that sat in front of the ragged scientist. The Multiverse Portal Generator had always been a little buggy and Doug thought maybe he might be able to fix it; however, inter-dimensional travel had never really been his forte, and he was finding quickly that he had no idea what he was doing. 

Hopefully he would be able to get it fixed before GLaDOS caught him tampering with it. It was supposed to be a surprise more or less. A small noise sounded behind the aging scientist and he turned to identify the source. As he did so his hand bumped a switch, flipping it to the “on” position. The sudden roar of the machine powering up almost gave him a heart attack, but what happened next was almost too quick to make out. 

As the machine hit its crescendo of noise a popping sound echoed into the room and before Doug knew what to do he was falling through the floor. His face slammed into hard ground, air rushing from his lungs at the force of the impact. Adrenaline rushing through his body he managed to roll to the side to avoid the attack he was certain was approaching.

Yet nothing happened. No flash of gunfire nor swish of a blade through the air. Doug looked up to take stock of his surroundings, his eyes taking in the appearance of a......garage? He was on the floor beside some strange car, thing. It looked remarkably alien, had he perhaps fallen into some kind of extraterrestrial planet?  

[sunshineandstructure]

@Enterrattmann

[transgirlrattmann]

sunshineandstructure:

      Though the AI was somewhat concerned by Doug muttering to himself, the fact that he answered her question anyway reassured her. He was fine. She could be irritated with their chaos without guilt. A synthetic sigh escaped the overhead speakers, making her irritation quite clear. 

      “You, the loud one; I’m not going to kill you… yet. You’re cleaning up your mess first. I’ll supervise, but-” She was interrupted by the sound of a small explosion, followed by the bubbling and dripping of some sort of liquid. That probably wasn’t good. 

      She cleared her throat. “I have everything under control over here, but… I do need to deal with this.” She released Kevin, letting him crash to the ground.

      “Doug, you’re in charge. Wash your face, shove that into a shower so he’ll stop leaving a trail of blood, and then make him clean my floors and walls. You know where the cleaning supplies are.” 

      She paused, before adding on, “Oh, and take this.” A ceiling panel slid open, dropping a taser at Doug’s feet. “Just incase.”

“Well then” Rising to her feet, the girl smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, a plain white affair which met just below her knees. She gazed at Doug with vibrant green eyes. “I suppose we should get going.” With that she set off ahead of them in the direction of the bathrooms disappearing around a corner. 

Doug picked up the taser with trembling hands. Holding it in front of him, like some kind of protective ward against the creature that lay in a crumpled heap of blood and filth at his feet. Gathering his courage he attempted to speak in his most authoritative tone.   “A-alright then, g-get up y-you.”  

[transgirlrattmann]

Committed

Things hadn’t gone as well as Doug had hoped. 

Being dragged from the facility forcefully while she stayed behind. Her yellow optic taunting him every camera turned to face him as he was extracted screaming and kicking from that place of science, and to a much darker place. “Murderer” she had called him, and the others had believed it. Who else could have killed the other scientists? Certainly not a computer, that sort of idea was preposterous. perhaps even crazy. She of course had not hesitated to tell the new arrivals of his “condition.” Schizophrenia was a perfect motive for them. 

They had placed him in a jacket, even going so far as to muzzle him when he had attempted to bite at their hands. They hadn’t seen what he had seen, they couldn’t know even as they took him away that those left inside would fare no better than the scientists who awoke her in the first place. He sat quietly in the van they placed him in, his body sagging limply into the seat, resigned to his fate. 

He knew where they were taking him. To the only place fit for a ratt such as himself, to an Asylum. He had heard the words “Mount Massive” uttered in a muffled conversation between two guards and he wondered dully what kind of place it would be. Would it be anything like the one he had been familiar with as a boy? 

“There’s no use worrying yourself over it you know”

The child's voice came from beside him, a little girl about eight years old with red hair, leaned against the window looking out at the passing scenery. Kyna, his daughter. Though Kyna was dead, dead with everyone else inside of Aperture. Now just a hallucination he couldn't let go of.

When she had first taken over the facility Doug had tried as fast as he could to save whomever he could, but it was too late. He watched as they died, mortified by the images he saw on the viewing screens even as he fought the computer from the main console. Even when he had given up hope realizing that everyone was dead he still held on to the knowledge that people would arrive to take care of the situation. 

They hadn’t come fast enough.

He watched in silence as the van pulled up to a large brick building. Ominous in its stature its presence sent a spike of fear through Doug’s chest. His struggle began anew as arms wrapped about him, trying to drag him toward the entrance. He dug his heels in, fighting for all that he was worth. His head was suddenly and violently jerked to the side exposing his neck and and sharp pain lanced into his flesh as he felt the cold penetration of a needle. His body quickly began to relax, overwhelmed by an incredibly heavy fatigue. As his eyes began to sink shut he saw the girl standing in the midst of the guards. “I told you it wasnt any use” Her voice echoed in his mind even as darkness began to fully claim him.

[sunshineandstructure]

@Enterrattmann

[transgirlrattmann]

sunshineandstructure:  

      Though Kevin desperately wanted to bite, he resisted the urge. He was good at following orders. It was one of his most impressive talents! He would’ve made certain she was aware of that if he’d been able to speak.

      GLaDOS, on the other hand, had no trouble speaking, and didn’t sound pleased. “Let me get this straight; He didn’t actually hurt you? And you both got blood all over my facility?”

“she doesn’t seem too pleased” the voice came from nearby, Kyna sitting against the wall looking at Doug with an expression of somewhat mirth. He knew nobody else could see her, after all she only existed to him. A memory he couldn’t let go. He looked at her, “i-is something f-funny?” to which she gave no reply simply staring at him with that small smile on her face. 

He quickly redirected his attention to GLaDOS suddenly hesitant, despite what he might say to his hallucinations, the girl had been right. GLaDOS certainly didnt look pleased at all. “Y-yes” he stammered after all it was the truth.