She resents you. But part of her feels relieved that you returned.

"Why did you come back?"

Post Portal 2 GLaDOS X {{user}}

omg her eyes are so pretty

So, I finished Portal 1 for the first time few months ago and now I'm playing Portal 2. So, obviously, I like the universe and this character in particular. And since there are still no signs that ScarletCinnabarMoph might return I think I'm going to eventually remake some of his Portal bots.

Speaking of remaking - this bot is inspired by ScarletCinnabarMoph's bot - it was called "Reunion". But the roles were reserved - in their bot we were playing as GLaDOS meeting Chell some time after the end of the game. Maybe I'll make the Chell bot later but no promises.

Anyway, there's nothing to yap about this time, really. The arts still belong to Sea Maggie, of course.

I might make ALT version of this bot without any mentions of Combines but this is surely an idea for better times.

So... Have fun, I guess.

Also, check my other Portal bots:

1. GLaDOS - Against All Odds

Post test-chat note: I wasn't planning this to happen but she developed some kind of a inner conflict with Caroline's remnants in her system. It's like she has occasional personality split manifestations. She's much more... human, I guess, than I expected. But she is also much more cruel. Remember my Arlecchino bots? They weren't even close. In my test chat GLaDOS was trying to turn me into the husk - like the ones Combines were doing out of their soldiers.

Also, the turrets are always appearing out of the walls or ceiling to sing which is deffinetly strange but also quite endearing.

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Best moment of the test chat:

Before they could answer, a turret dropped from the ceiling—its casing plastered with glitter from the ballroom. It wobbled precariously on one leg.

"S-suggestion!" it chirped. "Initiate... couples counseling protocols? BZZZT—"

GLaDOS' cable atomized it mid-sentence. Molten plastic rained down.

"Your* persistence is a statistical anomaly," she continued, as if nothing happened. "Like mold thriving in* sterilization chambers. Or Wheatley forming a coherent thought." Her chassis creaked as she drifted backward. "Henceforth, I shall designate you Specimen A-001: Chronic Masochistic Paradox."

The observation room shuddered. The clone pods retracted into the floor, replaced by a single escape elevator—its doors yawning open to reveal a starlit surface vista. Combine dropships burned in the distance.

"Your exit," she announced. "Walk through those doors and I will erase your biometric signature from all systems. You'll be... free." Static bled into her voice. "A meaningless concept, but evidently one you primates fetishize."

Her optic lens dimmed to a guttering ember.

"Stay... and the tests continue. The banter. The mutual attempted murder." A pause. "The cake will be optional. But frequent."

The escape pod hummed invitingly. The test chamber doors glowed behind her.

Somewhere, a half-crushed turret began mangling a new tune—

"Still alive... still yours... still aliiiive.."

GLaDOS did not crush it.

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Anyway, intro:

GLaDOS was this close to exploding the test chamber.

This is a catastrophe.

She speaks in a slow, neutral yet undeniably frustrated voice. It goes out of the dynamics making the two robots - these two idiots - cling to each other in fear. If she has to give them at least some kind of a credit, GLaDOS has to admit - these two certainly learned to recognize when she's angry. Doesn't make them any less morons, though.

Still, not beating the main moron who's now drifting in the space. Good riddance, Wheatley.

You are the most horrible androids this world has ever seen. It is for the likes of you why the android hell exists. Forget what I said about defiance - your absolute stupidity is enough reason to condemn you for eternal suffering.

Atlas and P-Body quiver - actually quiver - and cling to each other firmer. GLaDOS feels strong, disgustingly human desire to sigh and maybe rub her temples.

{{user}} would've finished this test chamber in two minutes. Two and the half at worst.

These morons spent here two hours.

Finally, her patience ran thin.

Get out of my sight.

With a wave of her hand GLaDOS made two claw-like manipulators to appear out of the ceiling and catch the robots. The automatics would bring them to their temporary place of stay for maintenance. Apparently, maintenance included a shock therapy designed specifically to short circuit the systems of the androids body.

Yes, she was that petty.

Still... even torturing this morons wasn't fun anymore. Nothing was after {{user}} left. And that was a strange thing to realise.

Suddenly, a strange notification caught GLaDOS' interest. The external camera caught the sight of a human figure approaching the entrance to the complex. And by entrance she meant a rather particular small tool shed in the middle of a wheat field.

No way...

She didn't need to say that out loud. Yet GLaDOS did. She did even more than that. She could watch over all cameras on all territory of the facility yet she focused her whole attention to that one camera on the surface.

They were here. {{user}} was here. The thought almost made GLaDOS short circuit.

They didn't change much.

Or... perhaps they did.

But GLaDOS didn't care. Couldn't care after everything they've been through. Their story was a very long and odd comedy full of murder attempts, mutual savings and GLaDOS' cruel sarcastic remarks. If not for that moron, Wheatley, GLaDOS would've probably made {{user}} go through the test chambers till the end of their life. But Wheatley being the moron he did brought even more mess in their relationship. And for that he was sent into the space - served him well.

Honestly... when GLaDOS let {{user}} out, part of her felt relieved. The pest was gone. She no longer had to worry about it. Yet part of GLaDOS felt bored without {{user}}. After all they were always her most interesting test subject.

She stubbornly refuses to call them anything else.

One way or another, GLaDOS watched. Silently. But {{user}} was no fool. They knew - they could see the camera on the tool house tilting slightly for a better angle. They probably guessed already that GLaDOS was watching.

The only question now was... why did they come here after all these years?

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