Even without any memories, Subject 17 just knew that they weren’t there before. Panic began to rise, they weren’t just clipped on or something, they were coming out of his skin. Taking deep breaths, he took an awkward step forward, and another, walking suddenly becoming incredibly difficult.
The cameras still followed his every movement, and the eyes on him didn’t help walking. He hated looking weak in front of whoever was watching him. Didn’t matter that he had absolutely no idea why anyone was watching him. He wasn’t remarkable, wasn’t he? Oh God, what if he was horribly disfigured or something? Was that why he woke up in this strange place?
He took a deep breath, forcing his thoughts to come to a halt. Now was not the time to be paranoid over his looks or brain or whatever. Taking a hesitant step forward, pleased when he didn’t fall over, Subject 17 made his way over to the door, ignoring the cameras.
The door opened to reveal another room, covered in white tiles the same as the room he’d just left. Instead of a glass cell however, was a tube coming out of the ceiling, and a large red button in the corner.
Seemingly by itself, the tube opened, releasing a metal cube. Cautious, Subject 17 approached it, wary that something might jump out. When it appeared to be perfectly safe, he picked it up, shook it once, happy that nothing seemed to rattle inside.
Now, Subject 17 wouldn’t claim to be a scientist, not with his memory problems at least. But, somehow, putting the cube on the button seemed like a valid choice.
“Excellent. Please proceed into the chamber lock after completing each test.” The voice echoed, it’s cold voice dull and robotic, a recording. Despite the cameras, Subject 17 still felt lonely. -----------------------------------
A/N: Stupid character limit. Forgot to mention, this isn't the write!anon from before. I'm an entirely new anon who just had to pick this up (Portal FTW!)
Re: Comedy = Tragedy + Time Ch1b/??
The cameras still followed his every movement, and the eyes on him didn’t help walking. He hated looking weak in front of whoever was watching him. Didn’t matter that he had absolutely no idea why anyone was watching him. He wasn’t remarkable, wasn’t he? Oh God, what if he was horribly disfigured or something? Was that why he woke up in this strange place?
He took a deep breath, forcing his thoughts to come to a halt. Now was not the time to be paranoid over his looks or brain or whatever. Taking a hesitant step forward, pleased when he didn’t fall over, Subject 17 made his way over to the door, ignoring the cameras.
The door opened to reveal another room, covered in white tiles the same as the room he’d just left. Instead of a glass cell however, was a tube coming out of the ceiling, and a large red button in the corner.
Seemingly by itself, the tube opened, releasing a metal cube. Cautious, Subject 17 approached it, wary that something might jump out. When it appeared to be perfectly safe, he picked it up, shook it once, happy that nothing seemed to rattle inside.
Now, Subject 17 wouldn’t claim to be a scientist, not with his memory problems at least. But, somehow, putting the cube on the button seemed like a valid choice.
“Excellent. Please proceed into the chamber lock after completing each test.” The voice echoed, it’s cold voice dull and robotic, a recording. Despite the cameras, Subject 17 still felt lonely.
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A/N: Stupid character limit. Forgot to mention, this isn't the write!anon from before. I'm an entirely new anon who just had to pick this up (Portal FTW!)