I hate that I love you part 9 -final-GLaDOS’ hands were shaking by the end of the operation, it wasn’t easy, taking out the brain and placing it in another body, especially not when there was hardly anything in her database about human dissection...why would there be?She took a step back as she looked the now (hopefully) fixed Wheatley up and down; she didn’t do too bad...GLaDOS gulped Will this work...? and then sighed Probably not, the chance is too little, I don’t know why I even tried...!“M-Miss GLaDOS, is everything alright?” A turret glanced at her mistress, worry flashing in her ruby eyes “Sh-Shouldn’t he have w-woken
I hate that I love you part 8It took GLaDOS a few seconds to sum up what just happened, and then she screamed “NO!” Her claw automatically reached down to where Wheatley was.......but she was too late.She immediately ran out of the room, eyes wide with shock and worry. NONONONONONO!!!!! He couldn’t have-no! GLaDOS ran past the turrets and companion cubes, roughly pushing them out of the way.“MOVE!” she snarled at them and ran faster, she wasn’t going to stop now. Ugh, these damn heels! They’re slowing me down! GLaDOS didn’t hesitate in taking her shoes off and throwing them behind her; they were the very least of
I hate that I love you part 7Wheatley woke up with a jolt. His head was throbbing, and GLaDOS' shouting wasn't helping... Ugh! My head... Why is GLaDOS so angry?....Wait. She sounds so close. Is she in my room? No, we were at a party........Oh, no. NO! NONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!! Wheatley's heart was beating like a drum in his chest, his headache wasn't his major concern anymore; GLaDOS was...He slowly turned his head to the side, to come face to face with the one and only....GLaDOS. Memories of last night's party came flashing back to him; his life was officially ruined...GLaDOS just glared at him, how she wished now that she DID throw him in the incinerator! W
100 theme challenge 3-School (Ib)The 100 themes will be relativey short and based on the game, Ib.~~~~~ 100 theme challenge 3 - school"But I don't wanna go back to schoool!" Ib whined, clinging to her mother's leg "That means I can't see Garry!"Her mother tutted and stood her up again "You'll get to see him after school and on the weekend, if you've done your homework of course.""But I want to see him everyday! And not just for a few hours!" Ib pouted, crossing her arms."Ib, behave...""Hmph..."Her mother sighed, she was usually so calm and quiet...Maybe this 'Garry' was affecting her too much...she'd have to think about that.Ib glanced up at her mum; she kn
100 theme challenge 1-Names (Ib) The 100 themes will be relativity short and based on the game, Ib.~~~~~~ 100 theme challenge 1-NamesIb ran as fast as she could, she had to get away from the lady in blue that was chasing her. She ran through the door and shut it swiftly behind her, that was close! The lady in blue started scraping and clawing at the door, Ib backed away. I hope she can't get in.....After a few minutes of scraping and scratching with no avail, the lady in blue decided to give up. Ib let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Thank Goodness.... She turned around and walked over to the vase she noticed earlier. She remembered the blue rose she
100 theme challenge 2-Hardship (Ib) The 100 themes will be relativity short and based on the game, Ib.~~~~~~ 100 theme challenge 2-HardshipIb eagerly knocked on the door of Garry's apartment, it was Saturday-meaning macaroon day! She smiled as she heard the lock click."Hi, Garry!" her smile widened at seeing the tall, purple haired man standing in the doorway.Garry forced a smile "Hi, Ib...." he tried to sound happy, but his voice was a little strained. Ib saw past his smile and look of concern flashed across her face, her eyes showing slight worry for her best friend."Garry, are you okay?" she asked"Oh, I-I'm fine..." he smiled a little more convincingly. Ib was
The Stolen Reunion - Chapter ThreeThe Stolen Reunion - Chapter ThreeIb opened her eyes, it was dark. She sat up, her head throbbing, and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Ib could barely remember what happened. 'I-I was at Garry's place... the painting... the yellow roses...' Ib gasped. 'I have to find Garry... Mary has him...' She stood up and scanned the room, she was alone. The grey walls were rotting and the black floor beneath her feet was slippery. There was a red door in one wall and blue in the other. The only furnishings in the room was a couple paintings and two tables in the middle of the room, one with a vase on top. "I'm in the gallery..." She gulp
The stolen reunion part 2The note! Garry gave her a note with his address on it! She ran up to the cabinet by her bed and opened one of the drawers, there it was. Ib grabbed the note and ran downstairs to show her mum and dad."Mum! Dad! Look!" she ran up to them and showed them the note. "I have his address!""That's nice dear." Ib's dad meekly smiled at Ib and continued reading the newspaper he had before him.Ib looked at him confused, "Dad?""Hmm?""Aren't you happy that I have his address?" Ib asked"Of course I am dear." Ib's dad replied, not taking his eyes of the newspaper.Ib just sighed, she wouldn't be able to get anything out of him today. She wal
The stolen reunionIt was Friday evening.As the young girl walked away from the gallery, she waved at the tall young man behind her, hoping that he would keep his promise and come by to see her some time."Goodbye, Garry! Don't forget to wash the hankie!" The young girl shouted, with a small bit of paper in her hand."Don't worry, you'll have it back by Monday," Garry replied with a chuckle.Ib skipped home with her parents, holding their hands, of course. They walked down past the nearby park, the butchers, the train station and the school before finally arriving at their house. It was a small three bedroom, detatched house with a nice little garden and a
-Red is the colour of my bloodBlue is the colour of my painMy heart has sufferedMy heart has brokenAnd I will never be the same again
It used to be so different [repost]It used to be so differentIt used to be so greatTwo ordinary peopleThey met by chance, they met by fateA friend each gainedA friend each hadBut every good thing soon turns badTheir friendship grewTheir friendship stumbled But they grew closer, always thereAnd then she leftAnd it all crumbledOur lives were nothing but a messOf course we talkedOf course we laughedBut nothing was the same again Our differences had come to beA little more than just mistakesHer, I, she, meWho knew small things could change so much?Such heartache for the first few monthsSuch sadness and depressionBut then she seemed to really changeShe
Personal shitWelcome to my world.Should I be fazed by that?Yeah, okI'll admitIt hurtsBut when doesn't it?I've lived with that for a whileI can handle it.And no,It isn't my goalI don't want to hurt youThough I end up doing that a lotTough.Now you know the pain, eh?Might not have come through in the same way you gave it to meBut it's the same feeling RejectionSadnessLonelinessLife is about mistakes and emotions; without them what are we?There's good, and there's bad.Good isn't always the largestYou won't feel good for everThere has to be bad.So control itLive with itThere's not much more you can doI don't know youI d
Until we both can meet againIf you died I don't know what I'd doProbably just sit at home being depressed all dayAnd just...dyingSlowly falling into an abyss, from which I can never come out again...Slowly withering away...lifelessSlowly falling to my deathWithout youWithout anyoneBecause they won't be thereNo one No one will be there for meBut then againOnce my suffering is overI'll meet you againAnd perhaps we will be missedPerhaps notBut know thisI'll always follow youNo matter the placeNo matter where I goI'll be with youEven in our deathsEven in our endI will stay with youUntil we both can meet again
Spamano - Your love is bittersweet part 2Romano awoke, sweaty and gasping. His eyes were wide and his breathing heavy. He sat up and pressed his hands to his head to try and stop the room from spinning. He felt so sick, so weak all of a sudden, and what was worse was that almost every night, he would have this...this nightmare; and every time it ended before the pirate version of Spain...hurt...raped...violated him. Which was good, of course, but it didn’t stop Romano from worrying...what if it doesn’t stop? What if he’s forced to watch-to feel that happen to him? He shuddered just thinking about it.He turned his head and looked at the clock on his bedside table
Ideka...I want to be with youSpend every moment with youI want to know you're thereBut you're chasing after someone else.
A quick song I wrote~In this land I am hollowI am dark and I'm forgottenI'm afraid you have no choice, but stay with me.*snarl* NO! Do not leave me! We can come to an arrangement...Perhaps...You and I....Can have a chat.---Don't you try to deny it, don't you try to forgetWe are all little children under the skin and the sweat.In my eyes if you lookYou can read me like a bookBut am I a book you'd really dare to read...---So come on, my dearest darlingSo come on, my dearest loveCome and join us for the partyYou will be our main event!There will be lots of surprisesLots of fun and lots of gamesYou don't want to miss out, DO YOU?Oh, my d
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