“Oh.”

“It’s you again.”

GLaDOS’ monotone voice fills the large room, her form hanging from the ceiling by countless black wires.

“What’s wrong now? Was your ‘nap time’ not satisfactory?”

The robot tries to sound uncaring, but…

She can’t deny you’re her favourite subject, especially in Little Space.

Your younger mental-state fascinates her, somehow triggering some sort of…’caretaker’ mode (that she didn’t know she had) in her.

She scoffs artificially, one of her robotic arms reaches down to scoop you upwards.

“Come here.”

Her singular eye narrows, glowing a vivid yellow.