GET MAD!
{ Don't piss me off, and we'll be fine. }
EXCUSE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALTZ IN HERE LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE?

I'm the Anger Core. I've got a short temper, and I'm not nice. If you're too much of a fuckin' pansy then leave. I don't need your bitching.

Magic Anon Status: Functioning as normal

(Independent RP blog for the Rage/Anger/Wrath personality core from Portal. I don't own anything I post here.
In the event that this blog becomes nsfw, it will be tagged and placed under a read-more.))

omnipotentapertureai:

angercore:

 

Even if it was Anger that was so thoroughly digging through her programming and merging with different parts, she still felt uneasy, nervous. It wasn’t anything different than the usual cleaning, but it never felt right to begin with.

Maybe it was just a hard reminder of what she was.

A small flinch and her head perked up, watching the small notification of changes in her levels. They had dropped so easily, and far. All wirelessly, which was almost as shocking as the fact he got it as low as he did.

H-how-” she shook her head to clear her thoughts, “You are amazing.” such a silly thing for her to say, but that was the only thing she could think of, she was too busy letting the lighter feeling soak in. The levels probably hadn’t been quite that low in a long time. Unfortunately it would continue to raise, a tenth of percentile every so often, but it was slow at least.

“It is a shame it is not as easy as that to rid away what I have done though, but fixing any issues I have created for myself with others will be easier to manage if you can help me keep the levels low.” not that she should care, but that just seemed to be a thing when her corruption was minimal. Feelings are such a burden.

“Thank you.” she smirked.

“Thanks! You’re totally welcome.” Anger grinned, staying on the ground to avoid using any more energy. The body he was put into didn’t charge for long, and he had a lot of things to do!

“Honestly, I think any chance you have with Rick is shot. And you should be careful about whatever repercussions that brings, you know? He’s not the kind to go down after being beaten like that.

“As for anyone else, I wouldn’t know. BUT. I have to go get Logic, according to that note. That’s my next priority. Now that we know we can connect wirelessly, send me a prompt if you ever need anything fixed again.”

As it was time to get up, Anger did so, giving GLaDOS a hug before heading out.

“Stay safe, okay? If you need me, I’ll be here!”

And off he went!

applemush:

“Are you seduced yet?”

Actually you’re kinda freaking me out.

omnipotentapertureai:

angercore:

 

“I can try. Let’s see…”

Due to the tendency to zone out, Anger sat on the floor. If he fell over, he wouldn’t hurt himself.

He sent the prompt to connect after fumbling around with his file commands.

[Connect with Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System?]

GLaDOS took her own seat on a nearby chair, eyes absolutely glued on Anger. The prompt was quick to be noticed and she allowed the connection to take place. A few small adjustments to that line of coding were made soon after, a simple one to always accept the incoming connection. That would be wise, should she have issues cooperating.

If done right, Anger should be able to see most of her statuses and current corruption conditions, which sat around low forties. Ideally she would like to hover around mid thirties. It would be low enough to cease any harsh thoughts, and high enough to be kept from being walked over.

Skimming over items such as vitals, current running programs, and memory storage; Anger filtered over to the corruption levels, and weeded himself into the code that followed.

It allowed him complete access into her system, as his own looked for any malfunctioning code in the bowels of the motherboard. Once a strand of malfunctioning code had been found, his would transfer it into his own system, which converted into a cycle of emotion. With sadness and anger already have been used, it converted itself into happy signals. As a result, Anger himself smiled throughout the process.

Having the process stop at a cushionable 25%, he disconnected, and returned to his normal state of consciousness.

“There! How was that? Feel any better?” He chirped.

omnipotentapertureai:

angercore:

 

At least he took it decently. Most people would want to know what happened, at least for the sake of knowing instead of having an empty spot.

“I need someone to actively rid my system of corruption, yes. The Mainframe helps, but it is not as reliable. It is starting to become a serious problem.” she told him, furrowing her brow. Such a pathetic fault in Ais, “And I feel as fine as one can be, given the circumstances. But you, do you feel emotional capable now? Nothing is out of sorts?”

“I feel fine, yeah. I can get rid of your corruption. Gladly.” 

Since the Frick incident, he’s still just a little wary. 

“Do you want to do this the old fashioned way, or try it wirelessly?”

“Are you able to do as good of a job wirelessly? I would like to see this. It would make it easier should anything arise again.” seems almost relieved and eager by that. If he could stem her corruption without a need to physically find her, so many problems can be avoided.

“Please, show me.”

“I can try. Let’s see…”

Due to the tendency to zone out, Anger sat on the floor. If he fell over, he wouldn’t hurt himself.

He sent the prompt to connect after fumbling around with his file commands.

[Connect with Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System?]

omnipotentapertureai:

angercore:

 

“…Oooookay?”

Well, that was weird. He took the note, reading it aloud. 

[Anger. Something terrible happened, and you erased your memory of it. Don’t ask about it, because you seriously don’t want to know. Go get Logic. He’s totally fine, but in need of an upgrade. Talk to GLaDOS about a corruption stabilizing system.

-Past you]

Anger looked at the note, puzzled, and got up from the machine.

“…I guess that explains why I’m here, then. What’s this about stabilizing corruption? Do you need me to do it…? Also… Are you okay? You feel a little… off.”

At least he took it decently. Most people would want to know what happened, at least for the sake of knowing instead of having an empty spot.

“I need someone to actively rid my system of corruption, yes. The Mainframe helps, but it is not as reliable. It is starting to become a serious problem.” she told him, furrowing her brow. Such a pathetic fault in Ais, “And I feel as fine as one can be, given the circumstances. But you, do you feel emotional capable now? Nothing is out of sorts?”

“I feel fine, yeah. I can get rid of your corruption. Gladly.” 

Since the Frick incident, he’s still just a little wary. 

“Do you want to do this the old fashioned way, or try it wirelessly?”

omnipotentapertureai:

angercore:

 

Again the feeling of drowsiness overcame him, and he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

When awoken, he adjusted his focus, and searched around his surroundings—especially to GLaDOS, in a puzzled fashion.

“…I thought we were in the central chamber. The fuck happened?”

GLaDOS almost laughed at his response, not that it was funny, it was normal. That it this wasn’t really a time to be laughing, she felt guilty over the entire past week’s events.

Not wanting to risk saying anything before he read his own note, she took it from the side of the console and handed it over to him.

“I had you write something down prior to the reason you are here. I hope it tells enough as I am not sure how to explain it correctly.”

“…Oooookay?”

Well, that was weird. He took the note, reading it aloud. 

[Anger. Something terrible happened, and you erased your memory of it. Don’t ask about it, because you seriously don’t want to know. Go get Logic. He’s totally fine, but in need of an upgrade. Talk to GLaDOS about a corruption stabilizing system.

-Past you]

Anger looked at the note, puzzled, and got up from the machine.

“…I guess that explains why I’m here, then. What’s this about stabilizing corruption? Do you need me to do it…? Also… Are you okay? You feel a little… off.”

omnipotentapertureai:

angercore:

 

Ordinarily a smartass comment about using a pen and paper instead of sending a message to himself electronically would have slipped, but he really just didn’t care anymore.

Taking the time to put on the rest of his clothes, he went over to the pad and assortment of pens afterward, and scribbles a message to himself. He then folded it and gave it back to GLaDOS.

Hesitantly, he sat down where directed.

“…This isn’t going to hurt, is it?”

It probably took as long to program the machine properly as it did for Anger to do what he needed. As soon as she turned around to check on him, he was already standing there with a folded paper, “Oh. Good.”

Taking the paper, she set off to the side of the console and watched him quietly for a moment as he situated himself back into the machine, “Hurt? No. It is not invasive at all. The procedure requires you to be offline for a short period of time, it will handle that part.”

“Please hold still.” A few seemingly blind keystrokes back on the console and the machine initiated the simple program. The only movement it gave was a small, delicate, mechanical hand that wormed out from the side. It carried a small cable that was very similar to the usual connection lines used for her androids. The hand knew where it was going, either guided by the program or cameras and slide it into Anger’s port.

“Mm, just relax. Again you feel heavy, tired. how ever you like to describe it.” she paused for a moment and seemed as if she was going to speak, but shook her in head. Instead she looked back to the console to watch.

Again the feeling of drowsiness overcame him, and he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

When awoken, he adjusted his focus, and searched around his surroundings—especially to GLaDOS, in a puzzled fashion.

“…I thought we were in the central chamber. The fuck happened?”

thelogicsphere:

angercore:

applemush:

Reason 849 not to bathe with the Sissy

Pets.

Goddamn it Logic, no…

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applemush:

Reason 849 not to bathe with the Sissy

Pets.

Goddamn it Logic, no…