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The dim lights of the facility beamed brighter than usual while the very intelligent test subject majestically stood before the "Moron that was built to make stupid ideas" . His sky blue colored eyes narrowed in absolute hatred. "Welcome!" he enthusiastically cried. "TO MY LAIR!" his voice growing menacingly deeper as he displayed his work. Glass tubes with milky liquid streamed through it, pumping it throughout the entire broken facility. A grimace came to the woman's face as she heroically held her portal gun to her side while standing murderously close to her new nemesis but old friend.
A dreadful frown swiped across her face right after she listened to all the tedious rants of her friend. She knew he was still in there, still the same old friend that used to guide her and help her and rant on about anything and nothing. Her grey eyes sorrowfully stared at her unfortunate friend that hung from the wall in that massive white shell of her arch enemy. All this test subject wanted was to eject him from the mainframe so he would be safe and in her warm arms again, however, he was making this simple little request hard.
"Why?" her mind croaked as she stood before him like the brave heroine she was. He continued to rant about how long it will have to take her to die, but she still continued to ignore. "This needs to be stopped..." the small conscience said with a tone of vigor gurgling in their reassuring voice. "He's not going to stop, he's not going to unless you take action... You're not going to rest before you pry him out of that mechanism!" the voice soundly like her old friend when he tried to always defend her from HER.
"Number Three: I get bomb shields! This plan is so brilliant, I just might turn off the neurotoxin! Just kidding... Goodbye!" his voice was so excited that she thought he was his regular self again but that was truly impossible, due to the fact that HER mind and part of her dry personality was permanently built into it. A massive explosion erupted at the test subject's sore feet, breaking and crackling the smooth tiles with it. "I'm going to pry your core out!" a voice inside her mind screamed at the top of his lungs. "Stop him!"
Another explosion erupted, this time destroying part of the wall and exposing the blue void mist of the underground facility. Yet another explosion erupted but closer by her face, her reflexes made her seize and take cover behind the tube of white goo. One hit and the pipe of Conversion Gel exploded everywhere. With a smirk, she dashed forward to latch onto one of HIS shields. "Let go!" he squealed like a young kid who've been bullied. "Let go of me you monster!"
Completely ignoring his requests, she continued to pry the bomb-prof shields like she were plucking a bird. One snapped right off and she listened as he howled in pain, his voice growing to such a deep shade of ominous ness that he began to sound like the previous possessor of the mainframe. "Please stop it, luv!" he screamed to the woman who was making her way to snap off the third shield. Quickly she shot a portal that was facing toward the metal cat walk but was tilted to face the "boss".
"I'm sorry!" he whimpered like his normal self again. "Please!"
The test subject jumped down and stared into the man's two eyes. "Wheatley," her subtly voice sadly said as she looked up at the tall man before her. "Please stop this madness..." she grasped onto his waist, a warm smell of potatoes filling his nose. "I need this to stop, Wheatley!" her brain damaged voice was very stern and direct while she continued to hug him. "Chell..." Wheatley said after a moment of silence. "I don't know how."
"I know how," Chell responded, pulling away from the hug that melted Wheatley to his core. "Just let me click the stalemate button, it'll all work out. I promise."
A dreadful frown swiped across her face right after she listened to all the tedious rants of her friend. She knew he was still in there, still the same old friend that used to guide her and help her and rant on about anything and nothing. Her grey eyes sorrowfully stared at her unfortunate friend that hung from the wall in that massive white shell of her arch enemy. All this test subject wanted was to eject him from the mainframe so he would be safe and in her warm arms again, however, he was making this simple little request hard.
"Why?" her mind croaked as she stood before him like the brave heroine she was. He continued to rant about how long it will have to take her to die, but she still continued to ignore. "This needs to be stopped..." the small conscience said with a tone of vigor gurgling in their reassuring voice. "He's not going to stop, he's not going to unless you take action... You're not going to rest before you pry him out of that mechanism!" the voice soundly like her old friend when he tried to always defend her from HER.
"Number Three: I get bomb shields! This plan is so brilliant, I just might turn off the neurotoxin! Just kidding... Goodbye!" his voice was so excited that she thought he was his regular self again but that was truly impossible, due to the fact that HER mind and part of her dry personality was permanently built into it. A massive explosion erupted at the test subject's sore feet, breaking and crackling the smooth tiles with it. "I'm going to pry your core out!" a voice inside her mind screamed at the top of his lungs. "Stop him!"
Another explosion erupted, this time destroying part of the wall and exposing the blue void mist of the underground facility. Yet another explosion erupted but closer by her face, her reflexes made her seize and take cover behind the tube of white goo. One hit and the pipe of Conversion Gel exploded everywhere. With a smirk, she dashed forward to latch onto one of HIS shields. "Let go!" he squealed like a young kid who've been bullied. "Let go of me you monster!"
Completely ignoring his requests, she continued to pry the bomb-prof shields like she were plucking a bird. One snapped right off and she listened as he howled in pain, his voice growing to such a deep shade of ominous ness that he began to sound like the previous possessor of the mainframe. "Please stop it, luv!" he screamed to the woman who was making her way to snap off the third shield. Quickly she shot a portal that was facing toward the metal cat walk but was tilted to face the "boss".
"I'm sorry!" he whimpered like his normal self again. "Please!"
The test subject jumped down and stared into the man's two eyes. "Wheatley," her subtly voice sadly said as she looked up at the tall man before her. "Please stop this madness..." she grasped onto his waist, a warm smell of potatoes filling his nose. "I need this to stop, Wheatley!" her brain damaged voice was very stern and direct while she continued to hug him. "Chell..." Wheatley said after a moment of silence. "I don't know how."
"I know how," Chell responded, pulling away from the hug that melted Wheatley to his core. "Just let me click the stalemate button, it'll all work out. I promise."
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"Hey, don't look so glum!" he tried to encourage her. "Those guys are actually our friends in all this. They just look rather gruesome and intimidating, that's all. And since he just came from the Dining Sphere, I bet it's nice and quiet there, no Splicers! Won't that be good?"
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Meanwhile in Chicago... (I find a Portal 2 fanfiction buried in the depths of my piece of crap computer. A Chelley to be exact! )
I think I wrote this piece of literature right after I finished Portal 2. It was because I was depressed with the fact that Wheatley was stuck in space with the space core. That's me alright, getting emotionally attached to video games... Like Minecraft.
Anyway, I should get going before I rant myself to sleep... It's like 2 o'clock here or something! I can't find a stupid clock sight the time right.
Wheatley, Chell and Conversion Gel (C) Valve
I think I wrote this piece of literature right after I finished Portal 2. It was because I was depressed with the fact that Wheatley was stuck in space with the space core. That's me alright, getting emotionally attached to video games... Like Minecraft.
Anyway, I should get going before I rant myself to sleep... It's like 2 o'clock here or something! I can't find a stupid clock sight the time right.
Wheatley, Chell and Conversion Gel (C) Valve
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I LOVE THIS!!! And I love how you used HER and HIS instead of the names. Word of God says they don't like saying names.