Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

“And I will kill you.” He stared at me for a long moment, then scoffed. “You won’t get the chance.” The van slowed. Gravel crunched beneath the tires. I memorized the turns. The timing. The distance. He stood and knocked once on the wall separating us from the driver. “We’re here.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The gates were massive. Gold-tipped iron, high enough to deter anything foolish enough to challenge them head-on. Armed men everywhere. Disciplined. Alert. I didn’t fight when they dragged me out.

I said as I grabbed the keyboard and walkie. Guiding Ian out, I led the way down the long metal stairway as we came to the Strong metal gate. I didn’t know what the gate was made of but was told that there was not a supernatural being that could touch it without getting burnt. Didn’t even mess with it. I always wore the black leather gloves that they gave me on my first day. “Always wear your leather gloves when opening the door here. They will burn you.” I told him and watched as Ian nodded his head in understanding.

"You went to the maker this morning." Not a question. When I returned through that gate, he was at the gate. He didn't have to ask me what had occurred where when he saw what was written in my face. "Yes," I said. "And." I began to think about how to put it. The cold yard. The cracked stone. The people who listened and didn't respond, who didn't say anything back—there, I needed them to do that. Perrin, at ten feet, honest and undecorated, says the true things without softening them. The specific weight of something set down properly after a long time of being carried the wrong way.

As I got out of the car, “It’s me. Hello.” The security got close to the gate, chewing gum and acting nonchalant with a bored look on his face. “You’re not allowed in.” “I just… I want to talk to him.” “Orders are orders. The boss still doesn’t want you inside.” I walked to the gate with my most threatening look. “Well you look here, you stupid ape, you better let me in there before I am the reason you’re fired.” He looked at me, chewed a bit, and then said, “Whatever.” He then opened the gate as I walked in.

Anthony’s POV “Damn it!” I bark, slamming my fist against the dented sheet metal of my desk. The vibration rattles a half-empty bottle of bourbon, sending a sharp, echoing ring through the concrete walls of the office. I glare down at one of my low-level runners, who is currently trembling under the weight of my stare. “If the primary gate sensors are hardwired into a closed network, we’ll just have to keep digging until we identify another blind spot to breach his property. I want that fortress cracked.”

A wad of cold fear formed in her stomach. “What gate?” she asked, confused. His smile widened beneath the cracked mask. “The Gate of Collapse.” A ripple of horror spread through the room. A Noctis envoy shouted, “That’s a myth!” A Solaris judge protested, “That gate cannot exist!” Ariadne stiffened. “Explain yourself.” The assassin stretched his fingers, corrupted luminous dancing between them. “The Gate is real. And only one soul can unlock it.” He pointed at Alessia with two fingers. “Yours.”

Her body going from a crouched posture to a straight one. She stumbles on her feet and yells at the guard who has the keys to the gate to open up. The rest of the guards salute the General in unison, but he ignores them completely. In a second, we storm in headed to the second gate where Mateo, that fucktard, usually is. This time round things are easier because of Sylvester Stone. No need to put up a fight with Mateo, when he sees Mr Stone, he stands up saluting quickly.

“—crazy woman’s probably screaming my name right now…” “Just open the gates for me, yeah? Let me swing in ,make a clean turn. Road’s too tight out here.” I almost snort out a laugh. Damn, Blaze is an asshole! I would have never thought of that if I was in his shoes. The guard just stares, a little unimpressed. Seems they didn’t buy it. “Make it quick,” one of the idiots grunts, then waves to the others. “Open it.” Metal groans as the gate slides just enough,Blaze doesn’t hesitate. “...Ppreciate it brother!”

And as I stand upon a rock to face the Army, I do feel some sort of achievement and a sense of closeness, that all these men and women have come to save in their own. "My fellow brothers and sisters, I have a few words to say before we go into this blindly. Kill them all!" With that, there is a cheer and apparent fear that this might be the last breath for some, but it shall be a breath they will gladly take. So taking the lead, I swing the steel gate open with ease; this was put here with the very purpose of keeping them in, but that purpose has obviously failed.

Stoneveil Pack. It stood tall, surrounded by towering walls that shimmered with gold and silver. It looked almost beautiful… but something about it felt unnatural. The gates were guarded by massive Betas, their presence overwhelming. We approached slowly. One of them stepped forward. “State your purpose.” His voice was cold. Unwelcoming. “Who are you, and who do you seek? No one enters Stoneveil without an invitation.” My anger flared instantly. He dares speak to me like that?