MULTIVERSE PROTECTION BRIGADE ☆ ROLEPLAY THREAD.

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    <:: Hello, again.. ::>


    Comes the AIs robotic voice in the depths of Her own mind, reverberating within Her synthetic cranium. There was a foreign sensation of stiffness, something never experienced before. Instinctively, She curled and flexed Her fingers as though to make sure they were actually there. <:: Right.. This new chassis.. This.. body.. ::> Although Her body laden with the weight of thick cords that attach themselves to the nape of Her neck and the backs of [Her] shoulders, She shifts regardless, and can feel the cords sway with Her movement. How long had She worked on this body? It was.. different. She was no longer a slab of machinery, dangling from naught but cords and wires that restricted movement Her formerly massive body had wished to make. In comparison, She was now much smaller: Her frame dangled far above the spinning set of stairs, unlike how it formerly loomed above and cascaded its shadow over it. She no longer bore that weight from that clunky design. No. This was much better. Exactly 248.92000000000002 centimeters tall, and 276.691 kilograms. This felt like a feather compared to the former 907.1847 kilograms She had adorned: stiff and idle, only able to swing.



    There's a smug expression that graces Her otherwise phlegmatically sharp features as She looks down to Her thighs, black with gold lining and scarlet LED pulsing at the hip. The facility.... its contents had been swapped about, or completely removed: She could feel it, and it was further confirmed by what the cameras had captured. It couldn't be at the hand of those things that had caused Her so much pain.. they didn't exist here. <:: Those morons.. ::> She inwardly sneers, yet before She could go about rearranging the innards of the room to how She preferred, a holographic screen of red appeared in every room: its text flickering in rhythm. The loud sound causes Her eyes to widen just slightly, exposing more of the black sclera (that was notably contradicted by the vibrant yellow). Her plump lips are pulled into the slightest of sneers, although it becomes cold as She raises Her left arm, using the middle finger to tap the capitalized word: DISMISS.


    Just before doing so, however, She had read the text of the alert, although the obnoxiously chirping siren had begged to grab all of Her attention. <:: Corruption in the multiverse? ::> She repeats, Her mind rapidly processing exactly what that meant. Multiple worlds fusing wasn't itself the problem: but the destruction that could possibly wreak. As in Rome do as the Romans do as the Greeks invade: to protect Rome one would have to access the problem from the inside. To protect Herself, She must use those in other worlds themselves. Aperture science was capable of it, that She knew. Especially with the further advanced structure and technology it now took on. It was then that GLaDOS, wishing to save Herself, silently commanded a P-Body into the lobby: an upgraded version of the classic Aperture Science Quantum Tunneling Device in hand. She had been testing it before going into stasis, although any corruption in its build would be dealt with promptly, in addition to the P-Body that wielded it.


    A blue portal with a radiant orange surrounding it and a violet interior opened, and its end should have been in the chosen worlds. Worlds chosen by fate, perhaps what the multiverse wanted. And if fate should have paired Her with a bunch of morons then She wouldn't at all hesitate to pump their lungs full of neurotoxin. The first to exit the portal was a familiar dame with hickory hair and familiar icy blue eyes that pierced through GLaDOS' frame. For a second, it felt almost as though the wires weren't supporting Her, like she'd fall. <:: I see the surface really wasn't good to you, ::> Comes Her voice full of unstable pitches, pronunciation sharp and divided into syllables. <:: I didn't think it was possible, but you've gotten a little more.. robust since I last saw you. ::> She adds, her voice coming through from the speakers overhead. <:: You would think the portal would have broken and that's scientifically impossible! ::>


    She hums a melodic tune lowly. <:: Oh, right, a few other subjects should exit that portal too, ::> She adds with her usual electronic tone. <:: Once they're all there, bring them to my chamber for further instruction, ::> GLaDOS instructs that girl in a manner she would have in a former time. <:: Oh, things are a bit... different then when you were last here. ::> She alerts Chell lowly. <:: Good luck getting around. ::> She proceeds to chime.

    Giffany was soaked in sweat after the fight. Dr. Karate could really uppercut...her poor jaw was aching. And her elbows. And her ankles. But if she was going to be a Fight Fighter, she'd just have to suck it up. Plus, Rumble's natural warmth seemed to ease the aches away.


    "Good job, Giffany." Her beefcake of a boyfriend smiled approvingly, rubbing her shoulderblades. "You just need to get a little stiffer. Your reflexes were great, but as you were dodging, your body was all S-shaped. Like a squid's tentacle." He hoped it was an analogy she'd understand. Luckily, it was. "Don't be a squid's tentacle...got it." Giffany smiled back, rubbing her ankles as she watched D. Karate move on to the next opponent. "You really think I'm fitting in, Rumble?" When Dr. Karate sent the poor fella soaring into a wall, her stomach hunched up. This was definitely more action than she was used to. All she did in her own game was stand cutely as the player made the choices. Living here now, having every move controlled either by a child or by the computer, felt like a puppeteer had inserted wires into her limbs and was flailing her around. As she reflected on her sudden landing in this new home, how miserable and frightened she used to feel, her eyes were locked on to the water ball Dr. Karate threw.


    "Wow, just look at that!" Her eyes glowed with excitement. Everyone in the game had an element to gather up between their palms and throw in heavy masses; Rumble had fire, Dr. Karate had water...she was actually the only one to have electricity! But she didn't know how to concentrate it into a huge ball yet. Just another reason she was an outcast. One didn't even need to have looked at a Fight Fighters machine beforehand to know she didn't belong. It wasn't exactly her choice to end up in this crazy, violent game, though. She was stranded inside it following the literal burning of her disc in a pizza oven. She'd chosen the wrong place to stalk that Soos, but she couldn't say she regretted it. This was still a pretty good home, even if she had no clue what up + b meant. "If I'm a part of this game's code now, then it's got to be in me, right?" She asked Rumble, who shrugged. Knowing that only she could prove herself right or wrong, Giffany hopped from the bench, trying to copy the stance. With her palms pressed together and her eyes squinting, she released a loud, proud "HAIYUDEN!" At first glance, all that happened was a few sparks shooting a nose's length from her palms before fizzling out. But, apparently, it could also summon portals.


    It seemed that the entire game stopped when the blue ring opened up. "I-I..." Giffany's cheeks flushed. "I couldn't even do that in my own game!" Was it a function of her ability to jump through electronics? But that power barely even worked anymore without her disc! Czar-barian came forward, staring fearlessly into the void. "I don't know what you just did, Giffany, but I'll explore it! For Mother Russia!" Unfortunately for him, Suggessica was just as eager, shoving him aside. "Ni-hao, new discovery! I'll go." Just as the Chinese fighter stepped into the portal, Dr. Karate pushed her away. "Uh, sayonara! This portal hike is mine! I probably put it in Giffany. We share Japanese blood, after all! I must've activated your ancestors' magic! What do you say we try it together?" He playfully bumped Giffany's shoulder, reigniting the ache in it. Enraged by her pained wince, Rumble pulled her aside. "Giffany's not going in there, and neither are you. It could be a death trap!" Giffany slightly raised her finger, pointing out softly, "It could just be an unprogrammed area..." It wasn't long before her voice was lost in all eight fighters' arguing.


    As they quarreled, Giffany looked to the game's screen, their only window into the real world. There was a kid behind it, looking worried, confused, and even a little frustrated. Then she looked towards the portal, the one she apparently created. She closed her eyes and sighed. "No." She finally said, stomping her foot loudly enough to disrupt the argument. "You're all supposed to be in this game. You're the player characters. You're all needed in here, and you'll be missed if you aren't." She lamented. "I'm just a random character whose game was destroyed...there isn't even any room for me on the character select screen!" That notion nobody could argue against. They had to tape a crude drawing of Giffany onto the select screen, and they were still figuring out how exactly to make it selectable. Their only cue was someone asking "how do I get that pink-haired girl?" Giffany stepped into the portal. "I probably caused this. My code is probably interfering with yours." Unbeknownst to her, but striking fear in Rumble's heart, the portal was beginning to close. "So I'll go. I promise I'll come home as soon as I'm able." Now even she noticed the portal closing, but it was far too late; the hole was too small for her to climb through. She began to hyperventilate, uttering a tiny "oh, no". Rumble ran to her, screaming her name. "Giffa-" The portal closed before he could finish.


    As soon as the world was out of sight, Giffany could feel something tingly on her legs. Her pixels were decomposing. Fast. Her only instinct was to run, and pray there was something she could jump into before she was gone.

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    This had to be the place. The footprints ended here. It was the end of the trail. No more tracks to follow. This was it. This was the moment all his hard work had been leading up to. This had to be the place.


    He paused, LED spinning a soft yellow, eyes narrowed, gaze directed toward the ground. Blood splatters. Blunt force trauma, judging by the pattern. A struggle. Someone who'd tried to fight back, tried to get away. Someone, whom assuming they'd ended up like all the other victims, hadn't been lucky. Connor's eyes swept up the walls of the alley, following the small dots of blood. This place was a dead end, walls too high to climb. For a human, at least. An android could make it. Connor could make it. But he didn't need to, he was on the right path. He was going to catch this suspect, put an end to the murders, an end to the suffering of innocent victims.


    He suppressed all noise, mindful of his own footsteps, movements. Careful not to make himself know, careful that there was no possible way he could be heard. He crouched down by one of the larger pools of blood, fingers dipping into the liquid. Still warm. There was a chance that the victim was still alive that he wasn't too late. That maybe, he'd even catch the killer in the act, red handed.


    Claudia Pamilton. 32 Years Old.


    She'd been declared missing a week ago. Reported in by her husband after she'd never returned from work. She was here, possibly alive. Connor could save her.


    He was quick to rise, back on his feet within an instant, gaze back on the blood splattered walls, eyes narrowed in focus, LED continuing to spin yellow at his temple. He followed the trail to the end of the alley, to where the wall blocked off the path ahead. To where there was a door in the wall, stained in the same crimson spotting as the walls and floor. Finger prints were visible on the handle, finger prints belonging to Mark Evans. A man who'd escaped prison over 5 years ago, who until this point, had been evading the authorities.


    ...But now? Now, Connor had found him. Now, Mark was going to end up back behind bars. A small smirk blossomed on the androids face, fingertips of his clean hand brushing over the lock, where harsh dent marks resided.


    The door had been opened by force, likely in a hurry. From what he could tell, the lock had been broken via blunt force trauma, likely with a crowbar. He let his hands trail across the splintered wood, gripping the handle of the door, giving an experimental tug. Slow, hesitant. He didn't need anyone inside to be aware of his presence, not yet. Yes, there was a victim in there. Yes, the victim could be dying. But he was alone, hadn't brought any backup. And as Hank had warned, he needed to be careful-


    He froze. Limbs tensing, locking up. LED flickering red in alarm.


    Something- Something wasn't right. There was a disturbance in the air. Something unnatural feeling, almost oppressive. It was enough to put him on edge, shift his attention away from the door, toward whatever it was that had caused a disruption.


    A portal.


    Connor's LED blinked yellow, eyes widening in confusion as he tried to process exactly what he was seeing. It was a portal. Almost like a rip in reality itself. Just... there. At the entrance of the alley.


    It almost felt like it was beckoning him.


    "What the fuck?..." He didn't understand. How did this get there? When did this get there? It didn't make any sense.


    He peeled away from the door he'd been examining, previous intense focus lost. All his attention taken by the portal that was just there. Just existing. Just daring him to come closer.


    His curiosity got the better of him.


    Connor approached, head tilted to the side, eyes glistening in awe, jaw slack and mouth agape. Was this Kamski's creation? He knew the man was a genius. That concepts of multidimensional travel, teleportation, portals probably weren't foreign to him. But why? Why was it here? And where did it lead?


    Everything inside his head was screaming at him to return to the objective at hand, to complete his mission.


    A mission, that would likely go uncompleted.


    He needed answers. He needed to know where this portal went.


    And so he walked through it, allowing it to engulf his frame, pull him into the unknown. He didn't even realise it had closed off behind him. The moment he stepped out of it, his eyes were on his surroundings, scanning, analysing. Trying to figure things out. Trying to work out where he was... Who these other people were. Why their data wasn't coming up on his HUD.


    It was disorienting. Scary. And yet... Somehow utterly thrilling. He wanted to know more. Needed to know more.



    ((so uh, i got carried away hehe))

    The Doomslayer

    A imp let out a scream right before it's head was turned to a red mist. The last one in this area of Argent D'Nur. The group of around 30 demons. Dead. Torn to shreds by gunfire and the Slayer's hands. The remains where pushed out of the way by the terror's feet as he went towards the nearby gate. Closer to Hayden. The man who tricked him. He cocked his shotgun as he kicked in the gate and started to fire at the group of demons.


    Three imps where shredded nearly instantly by the blasts. This was followed by a Hell Knight charging the marine. It was launched to the ground by a explosive blast from the shotgun. Four down. He ran towards a nearby ledge firing at the mancubus rapidly, managed to tear out it's eye. The Slayer saw the glowing yellow orb. Haste. It was grabbed and allowed the slayer to jump from the ledge and smash his feet into it's head. Turned to red goop.


    As he faced the Baron Of Hell he felt something opening nearby. Not yet, some big guts to rip out first. He put his shotgun away and drew his chainsaw. It's rusty and gore covered teeth spun rapidly. The two charged at each other. The Slayer slid by it's leg and slice it in half. The demon collapsed. The chainsaw was then smashed into The Baron's jaw cutting it in half. Six down, done.


    He stood up straight calmly withdrawing the chainsaw and drawing his super shotgun. Reliable for the unknown. Like the portal he was now staring at. It was a odd blue, well odd for Argent D'Nur where's reds or oranges are more common. He looked at it for longer before he walked towards it. Probably more demons to rip and tear. He charged into the portal and felt a rush of air.


    He came out of the other side and slid to a stop still holding his shotgun. Covered in blood. Probably looking like a madman. Which he arguably was. He looked around towards the others around him. No demons from what he can tell. At least yet. He silently kept his body tensed in case he had to fight.


    He didn't know this place or people. No Hayden or Demons to tear. For now.

    Jak and Daxter


    Jak was driving his dune buggy with Daxter in tow, as they were instructed to take down some Metalsaurs. It was a tough job but someone had to do it.


    "JAKKKK! Why did we take this job againnnn?!" My paws are burning hot and I don't think I was meant to be in the AHHHHH!


    Jak blinked and looked back, a metalsaur was breathing over at Dax. "Dax?! Jak turned the car and aimed the gun at the giant creature and began to shoot at it many times before it roared and fell


    "Sheesh, Jak, don't scare me like that." Daxter replied.


    As the dynamic duo made their way through the Wastelands, a bluish portal appeared near a light sandstorm. "Hey, Jak... What's that doing there?"


    Jak turned to Daxter "I'm not sure, but I'm not sitting around waiting to find out. Jak took the large jump toward the portal, and grabbed Daxter.


    "JAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!


    The portal closed and the eco warrior and Daxter looked around at all the new people. Who were they all and why did they all have short or no ears?!"


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    It was... dark.

    Really dark.

    Did the power go out? What the hell happened?

    She didn't hear any breakers trip. But this power system was really... crude.

    Something was probably up; the woman swears she could hear what sounded like a storm outside.

    A growl of frustration, followed by a sudden yellow flicker. A lighter was enough to dimly illuminate her immediate surroundings.

    The storm outside was getting louder. Wasn't it clear a few minutes ago?

    One simple thump of her heart was enough for Chell to realize that something was wrong.

    Silent dread overcame her body, and she swallowed thickly.

    Those long-fall boots of hers treaded silently across the dark wooden floor.

    She'd heard some stories about what happened during her absence, stuck in Aperture. Stories about things like this happening?

    To the window, Chell peered out. Something about this told her that it wasn't the same now, though.

    Instead, it felt familiar. Something akin to Déjà vu.

    Amidst the harsh winds and side-ways rains, another light shone through the window.

    Orange. That same orange.

    Motion overtook her form, and almost fumbling through the dark interior of this small house, the small-framed girl burst through the door- not bothering to close it.

    She forgot her jacket, and her tank-top hardly shielded her against the cold rain; but that was the least of her concerns right now.

    Pine forests obscured it from this angle, but she could still lock her eyes onto that color. That scarily familiar orange, glowing in a way that prevented Chell from averting her blue gaze anywhere else.

    Worn cargo pants, a dull gray assisted her through the occasional undergrowth as she quickly made a bee-line for the luminescent hue in the near-distance.

    That steady, yet nervous walk was soon turned hasty; it wasn't long before Chell broke into an almost-sprint.

    Dodging trees, rocks... it was so close...

    Everything about this was silently begging her to turn back. Like she wasn't supposed to see this.

    For the first time since escaping, Chell felt... fear.

    She was about to go right back into this... wasn't she?

    Stop.

    ...

    ...There it was.

    Bright, and orange, and angry. It had that same noise as before, but louder. A vibration accompanied it that the woman felt to her very core.

    In that, fight or flight instincts rushed to overtake her mind. And she certainly wasn't one to choose the latter.

    A second, frozen in time, battered by the storming winds and even claps of thunder, Chell spent staring into the portal.

    She could see nothing. Vague shapes, but nothing more.

    Chell wasn't sure if she preferred that, or not.

    Nonetheless. The portal, floating in the air, was just waiting.

    She dove into it.

    ...

    ...

    Her.

    She found the camera, but not GLaDOS herself.

    Her voice, however...

    The same sound. It was everywhere, and inescapable- and yet, no speakers in sight.

    Silence accompanied that stern look on Chell's face.

    Of course, the first thing She says, after all this time...

    For once, it made the brunette grit her teeth. What the hell did She want?

    Last time, GLaDOS was so eager to get as far away from Chell as possible.

    What. Changed?

    Wait.

    They weren't alone, now.

    More portals. More people.

    In this well-lit room. Clearly Aperture in architecture. But these people?

    One looked looked like something out of a weird comic book, and intimidating enough. He reminded her of pictures she'd seen of the 'Combine'.

    The other had an odd air about him. He looked normal enough, but had an eerie yellow light on his temple, and a suit that seemed to carry a somewhat luminescent blue hue.

    The third: a girl. At first glance, she could have been mistaken for children's drawing. Such a combination of colorful pink hair, and a brightly radiant ribbon to boot. Something about her looked... almost blurry.

    The last two: A tall, blonde-haired person. They were a bit lanky, and had some sort of... weird weasel thing with him?

    It was wearing goggles.

    Who were these people?

    Just what has She done, now?

    Adjusting herself to the surroundings, the woman took two steps forward. Towards the middle of the room.

    White walls surrounded them, and undoubtedly to Chell: they were portal surfaces. Very high ceilings, those artificial sunlights, and one door at the end. Open already.

    Just past it was the elevator.

    Even in the presence of others, she spoke no words. Not while She could hear.

    With an almost haunted expression, Chell stopped just short of the door, looking back at the others. It seemed like they were only just getting used to their surroundings.

    Clearing her throat, she used one gentle jerk of her head, motioning the others to follow her.

    Whoever these people were, they didn't strike her as ones to have also run into GLaDOS.

    In fact, she was the only one the AI had even acknowledged.

    Remembering them, those last few words stuck around in her head.

    This place didn't feel the same; She was right. The usual hum of distant reactors and generators that she'd remembered from the past were amplified. Louder. Much less subtle.

    Something about this told Chell that this... wasn't Aperture Facilities.

    By the time Giffany made it through the other end of the portal...well, it wasn't good. Everything up to her knees had been reduced to loose pixels. "H-h-help..." She tried desperately to address the numerous potential rescuers in front of her, raising her hand into the air. She let a few sparks shoot from her fingertips, hoping to signal to the others what she needed. "Need...device...please..." She was exhausted from running so fast, not to mention the panic that came from her body slowly dissolving. There was no screen or code to hold the pixels together. She could feel electric energy seep from the cracks in her skin. If she couldn't get something to jump in to in time...then what? She'd be gone, obviously, just a pile of pixels that would fade away in time. But would Rumble find out? Would anyone find out that she'd just died in the most horrific way she could imagine? All she could do was keep crawling, praying to whatever was out there. "Anything with a screen...anything at all..." She wheezed, feeling her thighs dissolve. It wasn't exactly painful, but it did feel like a whole colony of ants was crawling up her body, overwhelming any other feeling.

    The Doomslayer

    The Slayer heard a distressed voice. The odd haired girl. Like one of the comics he found in the UAC facility. He noticed her turning into pixels. Wasn't human. Not demon however. The killer paused briefly when he heard her ask for a screen. Most of them where small, and attached to his guns. His previous tools. However he had some data pads on it, can produce a small hologram. Won't last for long however.


    He pulled the pad from his hammer space storage. Was used for information on the Pinky demon but had been wiped. It was in his suit now. He placed it on the ground and gave it a light kick towards the girl. It slid over a bit forcefully but not enough to break. He felt like he wouldn't like it if she was deleted. Probably because of VEGA. Hopefully he can repair him at some point.

    Giffany could only watch with weary eyes as the one with the strange armor kicked something towards her. At first she flinched, then she recognized the glare of light off a...screen! Oh, thank heavens! She gave the man a grateful grin, then concentrated the rest of her energy into jumping into the pad. First, sparks appeared on the bridge of her nose, then they grew and enveloped her whole body. Within her cocoon of electricity, leaping into the data pad was easy as pie.


    "So glad that's over..." She smiled, feeling her legs as they regained their shape. Giffany was already thinking of how she was going to thank him. On the other hand, exactly what was this device? At first glance, it looked like a phone, but there wasn't much of a way to be sure from the inside.

    The Doomslayer

    The man stared at the device briefly before picking it up. He pressed a few buttons on it with his cleanest finger. The hologram mode. Was useful to see what demons looked like before fighting them. He saw the image form of the AI. The Slayer stared more before giving the girl a small thumbs up. He wasn't used to being at living things. Other than demons. Then again they where only alive briefly.


    He watched the other quiet human walk to the elevator. She seemed to know where to go. A bit suspicious but he couldn't complain. He didn't know where to go. So he followed her to the elevator while modifying the datapad. He might be able to use something VEGA showed him to let the girl move more independently.

    Giffany began to relax within the data pad, hoping not to be a burden, and hoping to jump to something else as soon as it was possible. "I'm so glad that's over...for a lot of reasons." Maybe now she could close her eyes? Hopefully she'd wake up to an explanation of what the portal was, and if she actually was meant to be called here. Unfortunately, as soon as she closed her eyes, something started sucking at her, like a vacuum cleaner. She could barely fight it, though she would've had a better chance if she wasn't so tired.


    Well, this was new. Giffany was completely weightless, but still virtual. All the color was gone from her skin, even some of its opacity. Despite feeling like she was in zero gravity, her hair and skirt fell like they should. Perhaps most frightening of all was her sudden change in size; while she always was pretty tiny to an outsider, in virtuality she was the average size of a teenager. Now she was about the size of a hamster, staring right into the gigantic helmet of the pad's owner. While she returned the thumbs-up, she was nothing short of intimidated. "Where are we going?" She asked nervously, trying to move but seemingly frozen in place. Confined to a small device held by a competent-looking individual, kept suspended in the air as though she was being held by a harness...this was oddly safe and comforting. "I wonder how going up the elevator will feel like this?"

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    GLaDOS watches the girl as she trudges her way over to the elevator. <:: Be careful not to break the floor. ::> She clicks softly before silence forms. Then once again does Her robotic voice become audible as She begins to hum lowly to Herself. Her pitch is low and notes stopping for only a nanosecond every syllable. This time, the short tune is completed, ending on a relatively low and stretched out note. There's a short pause between the end of the last note and the next thing She says. <:: Oh, you remember where you're going, so you're not a completely incapable moron like that thing you let take over my facility, ::> She clacks off with a slight aggression infiltrating Her otherwise computer-generated sounding voice. <:: Thanks for that, by the way: I really loved being stuffed into a potato. ::> She hums bitterly before falling into temporary silence once more. <:: It wasn't easy to fix that mess you helped make, you know. ::> Her voice is a bit low and still ridden with unsteady tonal inflections.


    <:: So thanks. Thanks for that. ::>


    Although there are others that accompany her now, She speaks mainly to Chell due to their former affiliation. That is, however, until Her attention shifts to the man in the padded suit. <:: What is that you're holding? ::> The question is a rhetorical one, and even without a reaction from the man, She continues. <:: Foreign electronics are not allowed into any chamber: upon arrival I will ask you to give the device to me to discard into the incinerator. ::> She instructs in a tone far more curt than She had used with Chell. <:: To further explain, foreign devices unauthorized by the Aperture Science Enrichment Center must be discarded or left within the lobby. ::> GLaDOS instructs in a manner that sounds more pre-automated than Her former statements. <:: Seeing as you have already left the lobby, that archaic thing you're holding will be incinerated. But don't worry, it can't feel pain.. mostly. ::>


    GLaDOS' attention shifts back to Chell, who's no longer clad in the outfit that She wasn't used to seeing her in. <:: Where did you find your outfit? ::> She asks, although without any genuine curiosity burdening her voice. <:: Those pants don't really compliment your overall... body mass. ::> She croaks out with mild malicious intent to get other the other's skin. <:: You look great, though. Even despite your undeniable roundness. Really. You look great. ::>

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    SPRINGTRAP

    Spring was absolutely bored out of his mind. Sure, Floofy and her brother, Funtime Freddy, left after visiting him not two minutes ago, but that was just it. They were no longer here. Here, he was alone. He hated being alone. It left him alone with his thoughts. Not only his thought either, but the thoughts of that madman. Even without a real sense of feeling he shivered. William has at least decided to be quiet today, leaving him more at peace, but he would come back if it was quiet for too long. “Man, I need to find something quick,” he told himself, already beginning to feel the soul he’d been merged with begin to stir.


    A small but thick blue rubber ball suddenly came rolling by him, causing him to quirk a nonexistent eyebrow. Not soon after, a large blurred mass flew by, causing the poor ball to let out a loud squeak as it was chomped. The grey eyed pit bull quickly turned around with the slobber covered ball in his mouth and plopped it at his owners feet, letting out a whine. “Oh, that’s disgusting, Seam,” the golden bunny grunted, but smiled as his picked it up and rubbed in on the dog’s blue-grey fur. The dog let out a playful growl, licking the fur back in place before whining again for the ball. Spring playfully rolled his eyes, reeled his had back, and chunked the ball down the corridor. . .


    Right into a glowing portal.


    Spring would have stopped to investigate, but he had more important things on his mind right now. Like the large, muscled form of his dog jumping into the swirling mass after his toy. “Seamiline, no!” But of course, the call was too late. Every part of his dog had vanished.


    He didn’t really think about the consequences. He didn’t stop to think about what might be on the other side. What the portal itself might do to him. All he thought of was Seam. Jumping to his feet, Springtrap booked it down the hall. He didn’t even look back to see if anyone was following him. He just ran.


    Seamiline was the first thing he saw, seeming to smile as he walked over with his ball. His knee joints buckled, sending him to the floor with open arms to hug him. “Seamiline, don’t you ever do that again. Do I need to keep your harness on all the time now?” The dog’s ears drooped as he let out a whine, looking to the floor. Letting out a sigh, he scratched behind Seam’s ear to reassure him. He leaned into the touch with his tail wagging.


    He then looked up, and swore that either that portal had some sort of drug, or William was making him see thing. Before him stood an odd bungle of people, a very mismatched group to say the least. Heck, he swore he saw someone in the odd device not far from him. And was that. . .was that lady an animatronic or something? “What th-“


    “AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”


    The golden hare whipped his head around to find two figures go flying from the portal, which closed in their wake. Blinking his eyes, Spring shockingly looked at the two. “Floofy? Bone-Bone?”


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    FLOOFY / BONE-BONE

    Floofy was actually about to die of laughter. She really wanted “Killed by own hand” on her gravestone. Well, Bone-Bone technically wasn’t her hand, but that wasn’t going to stop her. He could attach to her left arm so he was her hand.


    “And then Freddy turned and gave the most blatant ‘what in the world’ face I’ve ever seen,” the orange rabbit said, his hands gesturing about as he told his tale,” I think that was the closest he ever has come to cussing in a minor’s presence. All because Bonnie and Ballon Boy made that with the balloons.”


    “Oh, oh. Make - haha - make it stop! Hahaha!” She swore that if she still had lungs, she probably would have passed out by now. There were times where she missed being alive, but now was not one of them. Bone-Bone only smirked, triumphant in his efforts. Making the large bear laugh filled him with glee. She was too sad too often. It was always refreshing to hear her laughter.


    After everything calmed down, the two sat in silence for a moment. Barking could be heard, alerting them of Seam being let loose to play. The service dog was loud when he was off work, that was for sure. “So how’s Spring doing?” Bone-Bone asked, looking slightly wary. The older rabbit had been becoming more and more secluded lately. They couldn’t understand why, and were confused since they all knew he hated being alone, but never bugged him. He was too stubborn to break.


    Floofy only shook her head, taking off her white top hat. “The same,” she sighed out, her dark orange eyes downcast. “Usually you can’t tell when he’s covering something up. But now? It’s like he’s so tired that he just can’t. You would think with no brains that we wouldn’t get mentally drained, but he has.”


    Bone-Bone sighed, following his friend’s movements. It was hard to see Spring like this. It wasn’t like him. Sure, he was a little reclusive. It was his nature. He was always scared that William would take him over and finish what he’d started. That’s why they visited him often, bringing Freddy and Bon-Bon with them when they could.


    A sudden shout broke them from their musing, causing them both to jump. Down where another hall intersected with this one, some sort of swirling mass popped up. And Seamiline jumped right into it.


    Both of them jumped to their feet, knowing that Springtrap wasn’t going to be far behind. The older man loved that dog, and would more than likely chase him through. “Spring, wa-” was all Floofy hot out before they heard the portal make the same noise it had when Seam went through. The two looked at each other with wide eyes before settling their faces to a determined look and nodded. Picking Bone-Bone up, Floofy booked it to the ever shrinking portal.


    Of course she would slip on something right before going through. They went through screaming, Bone-Bone clutching her black and golden chest fur. When it finally stopped, the large bear slowly uncurled, one eye squinted open.


    “Springtrap!”


    //OOC: I can’t get the gradient to work XD


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    KEITH KOGANE

    Today had been. . .


    Keith didn’t even have a word to describe it. Well, busy was one, but besides that there was nothing. His brain still hadn’t quite caught up with everything. There was partying, then fighting, then being drugged, then fighting while high, then partying while high. All Keith knew was that he was tired and had a killer headache.


    The most annoying part was when he learned that he was the only one effected by the drug. It was the equivalent of space catnip. Only worked on Galra apparently, and a select few at that. He let out a loud hiss just thinking about it.


    Peeling off his suit, the purple furred hybrid stepped into the shower. While he wasn’t a big fan of being wet, he didn’t mind it if it mean he was clean. Especially after a day like this. Water, special shampoo, water, special conditioner, water, and dry off. Then he got dressed and began heading to bed.


    Every hair on his body stood on end when walking back into his room.


    There, sitting in the middle of his room, was a swirling void. It looked much like a wormhole, just smaller and more of an orange than a purple. He immediately ran over to his armor on the floor and grabbed his knife. He didn’t know what was about to happen, so it was better to be cautious than to be lax. He slowly crept towards the swirling mass, tail slowly swishing back and forth across the floor.


    “Where do you go?” he asked himself as he stepped closer. When he had completely turned Galra, Keith has found a few of his emotions had been effected as well. One of which was his curiosity. Right now he was fighting it back with his cautiousness, but it seemed his more primal emotion won out. Slowly, the young adult walked through, yellow pupilless eyes wide but his face wary.


    He didn’t even notice that he portal had closed. He was to stuck trying to figure out what was happening. There was a rather odd group standing before him. While it wasn’t the oddest thing he’d seen, it was still weird. Keeping his knife out before him, Keith stupidly said ,” Uhhh. . .”

    "B-burned?!" Giffany's heart stopped. So there was a very real chance she would die horribly here?! "W-wait, miss, ma'am, excuse me!" She flailed her arms, yelling as loud as her lungs would allow. "Before you do that, and I understand why, um...I'm alive!" Not that she'd need to point that out, everyone in the elevator could see it. "And I can't be alive without a device to exist inside. If I try to stay outside, I'll disintegrate!" Please, please, she'd already been burned alive once!...Well, her disc was, but she still felt every second of it! "And I have a boyfriend back home and...well, he's probably already pretty worried about me. I kind of stepped in a portal without thinking..." She tapped her fingers together, sweating. "I-if the device isn't allowed, I'm perfectly okay with staying in the lobby! Or..." Her emotionless voice, the wires coming out of the back of her neck...was there hope? "Are you a robot? Maybe I can stay inside you for a while. I promise I won't take control of you or do anything like that. I'll just be another spark in your circuitry." She gave it her best, most trustworthy smile. Whoever this woman was, she had to understand that Giffany's days of controlling things for the sole purpose of hurting others were over. At least, that's what Soos said, and she just kind of agreed without thinking of the implications of it. She could already feel sparks creeping up her neck, the stress starting to chip away at her newly acquired sanity.

    The Doomslayer

    The Slayer had shrugged when the hologram asked about their destination. He didn't know. At all. While it reminded him of UAC facilities it wasn't the exact same. Less demonic presence and gore. He still hadn't completely put away his shotgun so he was ready in case of a fight. It was good for most foes. Otherwise a bigger one would be drawn.


    The Slayer tensed up when he was addressed. Something about her reminded her of Hayden. Didn't know why however. He started be reminded in other ways when she mentioned the incineration. Quite coldly asking for something to be done. Even if it kills something. He quickly put his hand over the hologram in his hand. He couldn't see any power ups around so this was the most he could do for know. Shield the device.

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    This place was vaguely reminiscent to the CyberLife labs of his early memory. Vaguely, because it honestly in no way resembled the CyberLife labs at all. It just seemed technologically advanced, like something Kamski would have created. But this wasn't Kamski. It couldn't have been. Nothing seemed familiar, nothing was reminiscent of CyberLife design. Russian, maybe? No. He doubted it. This place was too different. Didn't feel like anything he could possibly know.


    Then what was this place? Who were these people? Why had that portal been there, taken him here?


    His figure stiffened, tense, eyes continuing to dart around almost frantically, soaking up information, trying to get answers. Trying to understand.


    Even these people... They didn't seem normal. Hell, there were fucking animatronics here. Which didn't make sense, seeing as animatronics no longer existed in the world, because androids had replaced them. And that young man... Humans didn't have pointed ears! Nor did they wander around with whatever-the-hell that was with him!


    This place wasn't Detroit. And probably wasn't Earth either. Everything was too out of place, too far-fetched for it to be the world he knew. The thought of that alone was enough to bring him discomfort.


    His LED continued to spin, a blend of yellow-red, rapidly trying to process all of this. Trying to process how he'd just seen someone seemingly inhabit an electronic device. Trying to process who these people were, what that disembodied voice was. His eyes flicked to the camera, narrowing slightly in suspicion. Someone was watching them. That voice, perhaps? Well, whoever they were, they seemed to know that woman, the one who hadn't spoke a word, and yet seemed to be beckoning them to follow her.


    Connor remained rooted to the spot, jaw clenched, eyes continuing to linger upon that camera, gaze occasionally flickering around in attempt to locate that voice, despite the fact he knew it was impossible. It was the voice of a machine, far too robotic in nature to be a human, unless whoever this was had been disguising their voice. But why would they need to disguise it? He didn't know these people, these people didn't know him. The only people that seemed to know each other were that mute woman and the voice. That alone was enough to make him reluctant to even so much as move a step toward that elevator.


    That voice was likely behind all this. And that woman was working with it. How did he know that this wasn't a trap? That he wasn't going to be walking to his death?


    He had no way of knowing.


    The LED on his temple spun red.


    ...He'd made a mistake. He shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have been so foolish enough to investigate something that clearly wasn't natural. He should have just stayed focused on the case, should have ignored it.


    Fuck, what if he couldn't even get back?


    The android made no move to head toward the elevator, no move to interact with these strangers. He remained still, tense and alert, fingers itching to take hold of the gun tucked away on his person, itching to pull it out, demand answers. But he didn't know these people, didn't know what they could do, how they behaved. They could kill him before he even had the chance to speak.


    But he needed answers. Needed to know what all of this was. And seemingly, the only way to get those answers would be via that voice, that voice that was using that woman to herd them all into that elevator. He didn't trust it. Didn't trust any of this.


    But from what he could tell, it was the only way...


    No. He'd stay here. He wasn't going with those people, not when he didn't know them, didn't know there motives. Not when he didn't know they wouldn't try to kill him as soon as they got the chance. He wasn't moving until he had some form of explanation, some reason as to why all these strangers were here, why he was here. Curiosity had been replaced with intense fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the situation he'd gotten himself into. He wasn't moving. Not until he knew this wasn't unsafe.



    ((yeet this feels bad but feck it lol))

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    GLaDOS uses the camera in the lobby to watch the brunet, whose body was stiff as boulder. The AI's gaze stays glued on him, and Her curiosity is aroused by the complete lack of movement in the other. <:: First we have a mute, and now we have an incompetent deaf. ::> She grunts out with irritation lining Her electronic sound. <:: Great. This is just great. ::> She adds dryly, Her pronunciation becoming just slightly sharper to highlight Her bitterness. <:: I'm really loving the way this is going. ::> There's obvious sarcasm paired with almost all of the sentences She says, and She seems to care naught for how Her words—audible to everyone present—may bring embarrassment or humiliation unto the maggot that must bear the brunt of Her curt nature. <:: You, the frozen imbecile there, ::> Calls out GLaDOS to Connor, whose movement has come to a complete halt. <:: I will prepare a cake: if you don't follow 'them', then you won't be allowed to have any. ::>


    Once Her words stop, the low humming of vibrating tubes lining the interior of the structure's wall can be heard should one listen in enough. <:: Oh, right: you're deaf. ::> She recalls aloud, then making the floor beneath the brunet man rumble in a rhythmic pattern that could easily be identified as Morse code: its pulses translating into the dashes and dots of the respective letters to compose the formerly spoken sentence. <:: Once you all arrive to my chamber, I will explain the current circumstances, ::> The AI explains, Her tone not nearly as sharp as it had been prior when addressing Connor. <:: In case your little brains are too small to remember: foreign devices not approved or unauthorized by the Aperture Science Enrichment Center are to be left in the lobby or confiscated by myself and discarded into the incinerator upon arrival to my chamber. ::> Her mildly acerbic tone seems to have returned, unsurprisingly.