Prompt Post Round 1
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“Oh thank GOD,” she sighed, squeezing the pillow to her chest. Well, at least I have that, she thought. But I can’t believe I missed him. And I didn’t really see anything that would help me in my escape. She wrinkled her nose and let out a raspberry. I don’t really feel that anything’s improved-
Something moved underneath her bed.
Chell slowly picked up her pillow and lifted her legs off the floor and onto the bed. Whatever it was started an odd chant that she couldn’t make through the bedclothes. She remembered that Wheatley said they tested robots here. If it’s some sort of creepy spy camera robot, I swear… She lifted the bedskirt ( ... )
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Using some debris, she left a dot every few feet. Like Hansel and Gretel in the forest, she thought. Let’s see…he made a left here, right? She had a basic idea on where she was going, but she still was nervous. She had gotten off course twice, and didn’t they say that third time’s always the charm?
Eventually she made her way to the structure that held the Central Core Room. Why’s it so huge? Chell pondered. In the daytime and with Wheatley, it had seemed innocuous, but now that she was alone and it was dark, the building reminded her of a spider ready to strike. She took a deep breath and forged on ( ... )
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The robot head laughed darkly. “So it’s kind of your fault, isn’t it? If you didn’t have needless emotional connections, you would probably be at home, living out the rest of your sorry life. Tell me, what is he having you do? My guess is that he’s trying to make the facility look haunted as to scare away wandering eyes.”
“Exactly. And my dad was worth it. Besides, it’s not like I plan on living the rest of my life in this facility. I’ll get out somehow.”
The head’s optic widened. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been having him take me around the facility and showing me it-there has to be a weak spot.”
The head groaned. “He really is predictable ( ... )
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Have fun and peace!
“Chell! Cheeeellll!”
Wheatley had been wandering the halls for the past few minutes looking for her. Today they were working on minor decorations-fake blood, moss, and he was really excited to start on the blood. He had already passed her room-she wasn’t in there-but on the second time, he saw something he hadn’t noticed before.
What looked like a grey box with hearts on it sat on her bed. What is that?, he thought. He looked both ways to see if anyone was coming his way, then ( ... )
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“Wheatleyyyy…” called an older man. He walked quietly into the room, taking care to knock the dirt off his shoes first. “Chell? You in here? Sorry to bother you, Wheatley’s been looking for you…”
He looked around for a bit until he spotted the cube on the bed. “What’s this?” He picked it up and threw it in the air.
Hey! Heeeey! Please stop that!
Rick looked around. “Chell?”
No. Down here. In your hands.
He looked at the cube perplexedly.
Nice to meet you. What’s your name?
“…Rick…” he said tentatively.
It’s nice to meet you. I have a feeling that you’re a bit of an outdoorsman, aren’t you?
He grinned. “Yeah! I’ve only been across the darkest jungles in Africa, sailed the roughest and deepest seas, and fought my way across half the world. Did you ever hear of the time that I saved a whole crew from drowning?”
No, but it sounds interesting. Please tell me!Rick regaled the Cube with the tale, filling the story with ( ... )
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He hesitantly walked into Chell’s room. He didn’t want to be in here and have her come in. Wickard figured that
Oh, hello, a little voice said ( ... )
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Sputnik crawled into the room, looking for someone. It seemed that everyone had just disappeared, and the facility was getting too quiet and dark. It was scary when it was dark and quiet.
The cube looked at the boy. He looked to be about four-ish, and kind of scared. Poor thing, it thought.
“Chell? Wheatley?” He stood up and looked in the room. “Wick? Rick?”
The room was quiet. Sputnik felt a lump form in his throat, but he wasn’t going to cry. Nope, not at all, not gonna cry not gonna cry not gonna c-
Hello.
He looked around. “Is anyone there?”
No. Just me. Why don’t you come over here? I’m on top of the bed, there’s a good boy.
Sputnik wiped his nose and hoisted himself on top of the bed, grabbing onto the cube.
Now, how did you end up here? It asked.
“I walked,” he replied. “Have you seen anyone around here?”
Hmm…I saw a man in white come in, a man with green come in, and a man in pink come in. They all went right.
“Really? Thank you!” He grabbed the cube and ran right.
Hey, hey! Where are ( ... )
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