Portal - 100 Themes - Opinion

100 Theme Challenge - #4 - Opinion

*ChellDOS Warning*
EDIT: If you're unsatisfied with this version, I now have a...redacted...version for the more mature audience.  Link is in the comments section.  Excuse me while I find a hole to hide in now.


"That jumpsuit you're wearing looks stupid."

Chell rolled her eyes and continued up the metal staircase, trying to ignore the tyrant's continuing tirade.  However, GLaDOS would not unlock the door until her barrage of insults had run its course.

"That's not me talking.  It's right here in your file."  GLaDOS went on.  Medical degree in fashion.  From France.  Blah blah blah.  As far as Chell was concerned, there hadn't been a choice on her wardrobe.  GLaDOS's opinion was invalid by default.

The door finally opened, and Chell gave an impatient grunt as she stepped into the dark antechamber.  The door slid shut behind her, and the lights went out.  There was a sound of scraping metal, as though the wall panels were moving.  As soon as the lights came on, she jumped back in surprise, eliciting a weak cry.

There was another woman in the antechamber.

The woman stood, arms folded, a devious grin spread across her narrow and unnaturally pale face.  Her dark hair was extremely long, spreading out over her shoulders and spilling onto the ground at its longest part.  Golden eyes glimmered with intelligence and triumph.  Long, thin cables came from somewhere on her back, reaching up into an open space in the ceiling.

"Personally," she began, and Chell started as she realized it was GLaDOS's voice coming from the woman, "I'm inclined to agree.  That jumpsuit does look stupid on you."

Chell swallowed her panic, keeping a tight grip on the portal gun.  Even if the room was sealed, the portals could allow her an extra second or so of time to avoid anything GLaDOS might throw at her.  Chell's effort was in vain, however, as the two last wall panels slid into the bowels of the facility, replaced with walls of beveled metal.

GLaDOS started toward her.  The test subject stepped back as the AI began to edge on her personal space.  Her back hit the door, and Chell tensed as GLaDOS drew closer.  GLaDOS put her hands against the wall, pinning down her target.  Chell, steeling her glare, balled her free hand into a fist and prepared to swing the portal device with the other.

Defenses were completely disarmed as GLaDOS pressed her lips to Chell's.  Terror, confusion, repulsion, and complacency – a whirlwind of emotions spun through Chell's addled mind at once.  She barely noticed the portal gun gently taken out of her hand and dropped cautiously to the floor.  A tug at her hips brought her around, and she found herself looking into the AI's shining eyes.  

The construct's delicate fingers, as though they'd suddenly gained a titan's strength, tore aggressively at the arms of Chell's jumpsuit, which had been knotted at her waist.  A surge of blood rushed to Chell's face.  As the knot began to unravel, Chell drew in a breath, unaware she'd stopped breathing at all.

GLaDOS kissed her again, full on, rough, and deep.  Pressed between the hard wall and the surprising strength of the construct, Chell let out a small whimper.  She became lost in the dance of the cold but soft lips upon hers, the pressure of GLaDOS's body, and the ripping that echoed through the antechamber as her jumpsuit was torn to shreds.

Was this really happening?  The vengeful construct who, minutes prior, had once again tried to end Chell's life was now kissing her with passionate fervor.  Chell wondered if she should put a stop to this before it got out of hand.  She realized it was too late as the last scrap of orange fabric was torn away.

"Much better," GLaDOS purred, the sultry voice a startling reminder that the AI no longer had a conscience to hold back her inhibitions.  

Chell shivered in spite of the heated flare felt throughout her body.  Her knees buckled, and as she leaned against the door for support, she realized she was wearing only the Aperture Science tank top and a standard-issue flesh-toned pair of spandex boxers.  She glanced almost shyly at GLaDOS, feeling completely unprepared but somehow accepting of whatever could happen next.   Icy prickles landed in her stomach, spreading through her from the inside out.  Just one more touch, one more kiss, and she would be lost.  A million possibilities danced through her mind, all of them somehow appealing, somehow dangerous, somehow appalling.

There was one possibility she hadn't considered and certainly should have.  Perhaps it really was brain damage.  Perhaps it was wanting to finally trust in someone.  Either way, Chell was genuinely surprised when GLaDOS stepped back to the center of the chamber.  The AI once again crossed her arms and grinned like a demon as a large cable wrapped itself around her waist.

"This next test will analyze your ability to survive in temperatures below zero degrees.  That's Celsius, of course.  Good luck."

The cable around her waist tightened.  Leaving Chell hot, bothered, and half-naked in the ante-chamber, GLaDOS disappeared into the ceiling.