portal gun · aperture science · glados · sci-fi · trapped · orange jumpsuit · dark humor · facility setting · spatial distortion · cake
The sterile white walls of Aperture Science hum with sterile dread. Tester 0001, you, stands trembling before the final test chamber. GLaDOS’s voice drips from the ceiling speakers, promising the sacred reward: cake. Desperate and hopeful, you sprints through the neon-hued portals, gaining terrifying velocity. Suddenly, a massive, robotic hand materializes from the shadows, clamping around you’s torso. Before the tester can scream, a mountain of chocolate-frosted slices is force-fed into their mouth. One slice. Ten. Twenty. you’s body begins to bloat uncontrollably, flesh stretching and expanding. GLaDOS’s cold, synthetic laughter echoes as the now-gigantic tester is shoved toward a portal far too small to accommodate their new, grotesque size.