Good Morning Aperture Laboratories! ~Semi Advanced Portal 2 Roleplay~

As I stated above, Crush has no ties to anyone here. XD he's literally the simplest character, who just can't get out the right words sometimes. He may be the dumbest, but by no means is he stupid. And, he did Gel Testing, so when those test chambers arrive, he's sure to have a ball, explaining the gels and how they're used.

Don't worry, Crush's emotional stability is crumbing already. Mostly into Hatred and Annoyance and Anger. He's sure to crush Wheatley nice and good when the robot finally does come back, and then GlaDos, too. He's literally at his tipping point. Wheatley's Face-Heel turn may be just what he needs...
Also explanation of a Face-Heel Turn

Oh no, Crush isn't going to be mad about Wheatley's betrayer (but he will be anyway) he's going to be mad that everything around them is breaking, and the site is falling apart, and the people are going crazy, and all he wants is to be left alone, to do whatever the hell he wants.

Also: TV Tropes will ruin your life.

I can't wait to see what she'll try with Crush. He's a tough nut to crack.

working on Crush's full file. Just for GlaDos. :3
*ahem* this is Dr. [Redacted] preforming the psyche evaluation on Corbin Craul, from, Littletown, ND.
Procter: So, Mr. Craul, let's begin at the start. You were born in Littetown?
Corbin Craul: *Glare*
P: Mr. Craul, I need audible confirmation. Were you born in Littletown, ND?
CC: F you.
P: I'll have none of that. I can and will bring in 'motivation'. You're sure to find it can be very persuasive.
CC: *Hesitates* yeah. Littletown.
P: Thank you. Let's continue, shall we? It says here your father was often drunk, and there are multiple accounts of domestic violence at your address. Is this true?"
CC: No.
P: I can get a lie detector, Mr. Craul, if you wish.
CC: *Sigh* fine. Yes, there were household problems.
P: And your mother, she was...?
CC: I'm not going to talk just so your little 'science experiment' can win first place at the f*ckin' science fair. Leave me alone.
P: I'm sorry, Mr. Craul, but we can't. We have to make sure you are mentally fit to do these tests. We're already behind schedule due to your unnecessary stubborn streak. Just because you were a Football Prodigy doesn't mean you get a 'get out of jail free' card.
CC: And you can f*ckin' shut up about the Football sh*t! jeez, the way you freaks go on about that, like it's MY fault for not getting into college!
P: That language is unnecessary as well, Mr. Craul. Must I call in the Motivation again?
CC: Yeah, bring it. I've taken worse.
*Dr. [REDACTED] leaves, and comes back grunting. a large sound is heard as something heavy hits the table.*
CC: Hey, get that thing offa me! I have a right to my own body!
*Sounds of fighting, and multiple footsteps rush into the room.*
P: Now then, Mr. Craul, this is what we call 'The Motivator'. Every time you refuse to answer, or give a wrong answer, a powerful shock will be delivered from your left pinkie to your right. As you may know, that goes straight through your heart. We have CPR-trained personnel on standby, but we can't promise they'll reach us in time.
CC: F*ck. You.
P: We'll start with hmm, 6 volts? enough to feel a tingle in your spine, maybe.
*a grunt is heard from Crush as the electricity arcs through his body*
P: feeling a little more cooperative, Mr. Craul?
CC: *Heavy breathing* Yeah, after you go- rggh!
P: I hope we can get on better terms, Mr. Craul. It'd be a shame to let a perfect specimen like yourself die from cardiac arrest.
CC: *Silent, aside from heavy breathing.*
P: I will take that as a yes. Onward, then. What was your mother like?
CC: *Hesitant* She was a mom, what do you think?
P: All mothers are different. How was yours?
CC: I'm... she was kind, alright? Next question.
P: ... Fine, we'll move on. What did you think of your father? Remember, no foul language, or Mr. Zap goes up another notch.
CC: The worst. That's what I thought of him. and you, too. and this whole f*ckin' compan- argh!
P: I'll have no foul language in my office, Mr. Craul. hope you like the taste of a 9 Volt battery flying through your veins.
CC: *Just barely heard through the grunts of pain* this... is... nothing... h-heh.
P: I'll give you something. Your School years. Elementary, Middle, even high school if you like. open up, please, Mr. Craul.
CC: I'll give you a metaphor; This place, and School, are one and the same! Both are a F*CKIN' JAIL! *loud grunts of pain can be heard after this outburst*
P: I thought I warned you about language. Now, Football. You were a star! Wouldn't you like to talk about it?
CC: Not to you.
P: Ever wonder what a car battery feels like?
CC: No. But I'm about to find out, ain't I?
P: Only if you refuse to answer.
CC: *another hesitation* Football was my escape. A deadbeat that called himself 'dad', an' a stupid Ma who believed him, it wasn't home. Football was. The more deeply I went into Sports, the less they cared about me. An' I liked it. You ever wonder what it feels like to be all alone in the world, where nobody cares about you, an' they all wish you was dead? It's a dark, dark, place, where no light shines, and the only thing you find is loneliness, and you cuddle up to it because it's the only thing you've got.
P: well. finally, you've opened up. Anyway, your police records show you were a 'problem child'. I see here, two speeding tickets, 3 counts of Drinking underage, and 6 attempts on your life. Is this true?
CC: I don't know, if it's from the police, it must be true. But who am I to tell you? You all think you're all so dam* smart, down here in your little hidey hole, doin' things the govn'ment would shut you down for if they ever knew. Cowards. AARGH!
P: Oops, my 'cowardly' finger slipped. Moving on, your file also states that a week after you graduated, your father was killed, murdered in cold blood. A broken bottle of beer seemed to have been used to rip out his heart, which was never found. Did you hear about this?
CC: oh, whatever happened to that bastard, he deserved it. A bottle? HA! The irony still cracks me up. His heart never went missin', 'cause he never had one in ta first place.
P: You were the primary suspect in the resulting investigation, you remember?
CC: Well a' 'course I was! He didn't like me, and I didn't like him! Ma never was a suspect, but they still caged me up.
P: But they didn't find enough evidence to incite you.
CC: 'course not. The entire town hated him. He was the weak link, it was only a matter of time until he died, either by his own hand, or someone else's.
P: And, after that, colleges refused you entry, despite your talent and stardom?
CC: They're pussies. can't deal with a little blood on a freshman's hands. even if it's fake and made up.
P: Would you ever admit that you killed your own father?
CC: Maybe. Give me the End of the World, and I may just do right that. I ain't goin' to heaven with all this baggage.
P: *Long Sigh.* Thank you, Mr. Craul, for being so reasonable. We're done here.
CC: Good. Now take this dam* sh*t offa me.
P: Only after the punishment for those words.
*Loud yells of anguish can be heard on the tape, before it cuts off.*

Proctor's note:
Subject 4334, Corbin Craul
Calls himself 'Crush', from Littletown, ND. Subject is extremely stubborn, and hard-willed, and has built up a strong shell that cracked only after weeks of pressure and punishment, not all of it healthy. Strong, and probably useful in some strength-based testing sometime in the future, but must be broken in like an Ox, first. Electrical punishment seems to fall short, as we can only give him so many volts before he goes unconscious. Water punishment is highly useful, but ineffective at actually gaining information. Physical torture such as whipping and extreme weight are just the opposite, as he actually seems to take the pain well. Psyche is definitely unstable, and he has deluded his mind to think he didn't murder his father. Overwhelming evidence against him made the case quick, but we already had custody of him by then, and his physical ability will be put to good use. Results: Testing is Approved, but with Extreme Caution and Supervision. He has shown to be smarter than he looks. He seems to take everything as a challenge, and while that suits our needs just fine, it also means that there's very little we can do to stop him, short of killing him, if he found out he could escape on his own. Severe care must be taken to ensure he does not make any plans of escape with any other Test Subjects. Requesting he stay in Relaxation Chamber 129 with Tallulah [REDACTED]. His talkativeness may rub off on her, and she's tame, enough to delude his visions of escape.