Wheatley Fanfiction.doc

**Wheatley Fanfiction.doc** is the otherwise unnamed Portal 2 fanfiction starring Chell and Wheatley, the latter being human in the story.

It mostly plays out the same way as the game, but shortens the events and has Wheatley develop a crush on Chell. As part of the plan to regain control of the facility, she is asked by GlaDOS to charm him.

The story was written in May of 2012, but never finished or given an official upload.

## Chapters

*Below are pieces from the original, unpublished text document, sorted as chapters.*

***CHAPTER 1: Chell speaks**
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> It seemed days ago now that I first heard his voice.
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> *"Hello? Hellooo? Anyone in there? Open the door!"*
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> Bet it sounds stupid, but I thought he was a robot. I've never seen humans in this facility. I've heard voices, but they could've been pre-recorded messages.
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> I knew groups and partnerships amongst test subjects were a thing, but I was called "impossible" more than once, which was probably why I was tasked to work and live alone.
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> I listened to the voice behind the door, which wouldn't stop. I decided to open the door for whoever it was, my heart racing with anticipation. Was this going to be a friend or a foe? But, I didn't see anything. Did my insanity cause me to hear voices, loud enough to wake me from hibernation?
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> I looked up. Nothing on the robot tracks. Then I looked down. A human man. A man, sitting in a wheelchair.
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> He had brown hair, clear blue eyes, and giant, rectangular glasses with a top black frame. He wore a greyish, brown sweater, blue pants and had two big, awkwardly positioned beauty marks on his face; one on the right side of his cheek and the other one on the left side of his chin. But, most noticeable was his wheelchair that looked like it was made out of personality cores. I still remembered those noisy things from my last encounter with GlaDOS.
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> The chair was an interesting piece of work, but I doubted he made it himself. He might fool people from a distance with his giant glasses, but it didn't take a genius to see and hear that this man was quite a character.
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> After a minute of knowing him, I already wondered to myself what his position in Aperture was. He told me he was tasked to wake up test subjects, but it made more sense he was either an intruder or a test subject himself..
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***CHAPTER 2: Road to GlaDOS**
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> Chell looked at the man in the chair, manoeuvring through the narrow bridges and paths with great speed.
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> *"I'm pretty sure we're going the right way."* he said as he moved his chair down some iron stairs.
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> It was quite amazing to see. You'd think a clumsy character like him would've broken his neck by now. He had clearly done this many times before, but why she couldn't say, since his chair had the ability to attach itself on the ceiling tracks and move him around automatically.
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> It was hard to keep up at times, but Wheatley struggled to find the way so now and then, giving her time to catch up.
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> *"Don't worry, I absolutely guarantee you, 100%, that it's this way!"* he reassured her for the one millionth time and immediately disappeared around the corner, just to come back out after 3 seconds.
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> *"..No, it's not this way."* he mumbled.
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> Wheatley. He was strange. Was he a friend, or did he just need someone to help him get out? How would she recognize a friend? She's never had one before, not that she could remember, anyway. The concept of the Companion Cube was always stupid to her, and now she was in the presence of something the Cube was made to replace.. an actual human being.
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> She rather had someone who spoke back. The silence of the Cube was killing her. Her own silence was killing her, but over time, she's forgotten how to speak. She heard the words in her mind, but her throat, it made no sound. She couldn't even scream.
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> Suddenly, Chell was standing in front of a locked room. Wheatley was inside, trying his best to trick a turned-off computer to go watch a pretty bird, so he could shut down the neurotoxin emitters up the stairs. She had no idea how he got inside, she hadn't been paying attention.
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> She then looked at the machine and a strange idea came to mind. No idea what would happen, die of poisoning probably, but for some reason it made sense to her. Her attention was steered right to the laser located outside the room. She cast a portal at the end of the laser and another one on the platforms moving right over the toxin tubes. This was the kind of insanity Wheatley would engage in, but only by accident. It didn't take long for him to notice what she was doing, and he panicked in his recognizable fashion, but to their surprise, the laser was effective and nobody was killed by the escaped poison. Somehow.
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> The alarm went off and the machine broke down, whereafter Wheatley called at her to come inside and enter the broken tube with him. This was it, this lead them directly to GlaDOS!
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> *“I can't hold on! Come on, we have to go! Hurry!”* he yelled, while holding the wheels of his wheelchair, trying not to get sucked in. Chell sprinted towards him, but wasn't able to reach him in time.
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> She immediately jumped after her friend and caught up to him quite quickly, and as expected, he started rambling again the moment she arrived. His verbal diarrhoea was tiresome to listen to sometimes, so she decided not to and just faked to listen.
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> “This is fun yada yada I'm loving this yada yada this place is huge yada I can't wait to see the look on her face yada yada yada!”
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> It was interesting to watch his overly animated facial expressions, despite mostly hearing "yada yada". She then saw his face turn a bit worried as he looked at the upcoming pipes behind him.
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> *“Ahah.. Hold on, hold on. Hm.. I might not have thought out this part from here..”* he said, whereafter he got sucked into another pipe and once again separated from her.
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> *“Aah, I'm going the wrong way! Get to her, I'll find you!”* he yelled from the distance. It couldn't be helped, but it'd be fine, he'd be back.
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***CHAPTER 3: Defeating GlaDOS**
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> **\* Warning: central core is 80% corrupted \***
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> *“That's funny, I don't feel corrupted. In fact, I feel pretty good.”*
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> *“YES, this is going the right way, everything according to plan.”* Wheatley said with a smug face.
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> **\* No alternate core detected \***
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> *“CORE. WHAT. WHAT. CORE.. WHAT!”*
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> *“Heh heh.”* GlaDOS chuckled.
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> **\* To initiate a core transfer, please deposit substitute core in receptacle \***
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> *“That's not fair, after everything we've done, NOW you tell us we need a core!”* Wheatley yelled.
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> *“Of course you need a core, how else were you planning to replace and get rid of me, you stupid man.”* GlaDOS snarled.
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> *“I guess I'll just have to run this place a little longer. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.”*
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> *“Eh.. Ehh.. Okey, so, it seems there are a few errors in my plan, namely, uhm, the key element.. is missing.”* he stuttered.
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> Chell looked at him with disbelief. Wheatley moved his gaze away. *“Hey, don't look at me like that. I was just so busy with the disabling plan, it took me a long time to come up with, you know! And I think it's still quite genius how we pulled it off.”* he follows up with a proud face. Alright, but this wasn't exactly the time to give yourself a pat on the back.
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> *“Don't worry, we'll find a way out of here!”* Wheatley promised.
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> *“Please stay tuned as I figure out another way to brutally murder you.”* GlaDOS interrupted him.
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> *“AAH! Okey, listen up!”* he grabbed Chell by her arms, “Let's use ME as a replacement core! It'll be dangerous, because you gotta know.. they told me that if I ever used myself as a replacement core.. I would DIE. But it's all we can do right now, we have no choice.”
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> Chell looked confused, especially by the bit of info people warned him before not to do it. He wasn't a personality core, how was this going to work and how could they fool the system into thinking he's a robot ready for grabs?
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> *“I know! If we can find something robot-ey, we can jam it onto the stick and maybe the computer will think it's a core. When the robot pit crew shows up, we'll let it grab me instead! Sounds like a plan?”*
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> No. But he looked determined, and since he's supposedly an Aperture employee, he probably knew something she didn't.
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> They looked around the room to find some kind of object that could serve for this purpose, but there was nothing. Only Chell, Wheatley, GlaDOS and the broken glass box were present. The broken turrets GlaDOS used for Chell's entrance had exploded into pieces, and those pieces had exploded into pieces. At least give those turrets credit; when they're useless, they're completely useless.
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> Wheatley started to panic again. His wheelchair trembled with every movement and made all kinds of cracking sounds. Sturdy as the thing looked, it sounded like it was about to give up and collapse under Wheatley's animated crying and whining.
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> Then it hit her. She quickly pointed at his wheelchair. Wheatley looked at her, thinking she was trying to tell him him she wanted to ride it, or complimenting his trousers. Chell rolled her eyes, walked up to him, then pushed him right out of his chair. GlaDOS couldn't help but cheer.
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> As Wheatley fell on the floor with a loud thump, he looked up at her with shock.
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> *“HEY. I'M HANDICAPPED. POLICE!”* he shouted. Chell picked up the wheelchair and turned her back to him. *“Bully!”*
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> It didn't take long for a recorded approval message to echo through the room, and when Chell stepped aside, Wheatley could see she had placed his wheelchair onto the device. It seemed to work out just perfectly, the computer accepted both Wheatley's voice and his wheelchair as a “substitute core”.
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> *“YES, how clever of you! People with brain damage are the real heroes!”* Wheatley praised her. *“Take me to my chair!”*
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> *“Unbelievable. Nice job, science.”* GlaDOS grumbled.
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> \* Corrupted core, are you ready to start the procedure? \*
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> *“NO. Nonononononononono.”* GlaDOS shouted.
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> *“Oh yes, she is.”* Wheatley said.
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> \*Stalemate detected. Transfer procedure cannot continue \*
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> *“YES.”* GlaDOS cheered.
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> *“Yikes, not good, let's get out of here! Leave the chair, get me out before she kills us! Get me out get me out get me out get me out!”* Wheatley shrieked.
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> **\* ..unless a stalemate associate is present to press the stalemate resolution button \***
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> *“Wait no wait no wait no, stay! That button.. that button, press it!”* he ordered as he pointed at the button in the distance.
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> Without further hesitation, Chell sprinted towards it. Luckily the scientists weren't that stupid to give a corrupted machine full voting rights. Surprising.
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> As she was coming closer to the button, the floor panels quickly rose up and blocked her from coming near.
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> *“Don't do it.”* GlaDOS called.
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> *“Do do it!”* Wheatley called.
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> *“You need to be a trained stalemate associate to press that button. You're unqualified.”* she continued.
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> *“Okey, don't listen to her, alright. It is true, but, you kicked me out of my chair, so I can't do it. Besides, you have something much more important. A finger, with which to press that button, so that she won't kill us.”* Wheatley urged.
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> *“What. 'So I can't do it'?”* GlaDOS said.
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> *“Are you honestly trying to make us believe you have any kind of degree? Let alone for stalemate associate?”*
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> *“YES, in fact, I used to play a lot of chess when I was a child. You see, my parents were too poor to buy me any cool stuff like an Xbox or a yo-yo, so I made this chess board, this nice wooden board.. which wasn't actually a board.. or.. wooden.. Actually, I remember now, it was a rock that I found, I didn't make anything. And I looked in the trash cans for-”*
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> *“Are we talking about the same thing here..?”*
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> It was noticeable how annoyed she was by him, yet couldn't stop listening. If it were her, she would've blasted her with a gust of toxic gas already. Or at least told her to shut up. It was like she was forced to take in his ramblings.
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> *“Wha- Ah!”* GlaDOS suddenly moaned. She stopped moving and hanged on the ceiling like a lifeless rag doll.
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> *“Good job! Here I go!”* Wheatley announced.
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> *“..Wait.”* he suddenly muttered, *“What if this hurts? What if it REALLY hurts? Oh, I didn't think of that..”*
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> *“Oh, it will. Believe me, it will.”* GlaDOS panted, *“But the real question is, are you going to survive..? Heh heh.”*
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> Chell looked at the descending Wheatley. She ran towards him, but it was too late, Wheatley and the chair had disappeared under the floor by the time she reached him. She cringed when she heard him screaming below the surface. She had no idea what else to do but wait.
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> She then saw the floor underneath GlaDOS open, where many, tiny robot claws came out to remove her from her body. GlaDOS' robotic screams didn't worry her as much, she was a robot, and the enemy. Wheatley's became worse, the man sounded like he was being ripped apart. Chell jumped onto the production wall to attempt to stop the process, but it already came down as she grabbed onto it.
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> Then, a perfectly fine Wheatley jumped over the still lowering walls.
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> *“WOOOOWWWWWW!”* he cheered, as he launched himself right over Chell, *“Check me out, partner!”*
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> He had one big cable attached to his back, leading back to GlaDOS' empty body, and his eyes were glowing blue. It looked weird, but Wheatley didn't seemed to be in any kind of pain. On the contrary.
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> *“We did it! I'm in control of the whole facility now. And better yet, I can walk!”*
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> Every square of the room started moving and spinning with every movement he made. Chell wasn't optimistic about this plan, but it appeared true; it was possible to connect a normal human being to Aperture's main computer. It raised the question, though, why did this technology exist at all..?
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> *“Wow, this is amazing!”* Wheatley squealed, *“Look at me, look at me, I can walk! You didn't think you'd ever see me walk, did you! And I'm, like, half robot, I know everything:*
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> *No idea what I just said, but I can look it up! How did they come up with this! And I can walk!”*
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> *“Oh, right, the escape lift, I'm calling it down. There we go, lift called!”* he smiled, then continued running around. Chell gave him a little smirk and headed for the elevator. This was it.
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> *“Wait.”* he suddenly said, *“How do I get in the lift? There's a thingy in my back and I probably can't use my legs anymore when I pull it out.. and the lift will probably stop. Ehm.. You know what? Just get in the lift. We'll iron out the details as we go.”*
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> The elevator closed and slowly moved up. Wheatley wasn't really concentrated on getting in, nor looked concerned about it as he sprinted a few more laps around the room.
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> ..If he wanted to escape, it meant going back to how things used to be. He didn't look ready for that at all. Not only that, but his wheelchair was taken away. How would he be able to move about up there? What was even up there? Would he be able to move around with the wheelchair?
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> Wheatley looked very happy with how things were right now and maybe it was for the best. She could go outside, and Wheatley could..stay here. Sad, but perhaps not for him.
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> When the elevator reached the ceiling, she got a better view of Wheatley's solo race around the chamber. His laughter was joyful and endearing at first, but the moment Wheatley made eye contact with her, he slowed down, his laughter turning dark and maniacal.
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> *“Heheh. Ha haha..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”*
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> Chell looked down with concern, but didn't say anything. And then, the elevator stopped and slowly moved back down. She didn't know why, but she could already tell what was going on.
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> *“Actually. Why do we have to leave right now..?”* he grinned. *“Do you have any idea how good this feels? I did this.. tiny, little Wheatley did this!”*
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> *“..You didn't do anything..”* GlaDOS suddenly moaned.
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> Wheatley turned to the giant robot head lying on the floor.
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> *“What's that?”*
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> *“She did all the work..!”* she continued.
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> *“Oh really, that's what you think, is it. Well, maybe it's time I did something, then!”*
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> The tiny robot arms from the center stage grabbed and slowly dragged in GlaDOS' head. Chell had no idea what he was going to do with her, but GlaDOS' screams didn't indicate it was anything good.
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***CHAPTER 4: Wheatley's Rage**
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> Chell didn't move a muscle. She wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was it a joke? It could've been, but it sounded way too serious for that. Chell prolonged her silence, she had no idea how to answer.
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> Wheatley gently grabbed one of her hands and guided her out of the elevator.
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> *“Don't you think I'm just powerful? Almighty? Sexy?”* he grinned.
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> Chell just stood there, dumbstruck. She needed to hear more from him, just to be sure it wasn't her brain damage. Wheatley picked up on her confusion and placed his arm over her shoulder.
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> *“Right. Listen, love, this is what's going on, alright: Me, half-robot science God, and you, average human girl, together. Like, you can be my girlfriend! Do you understand me, my own little girlfriend..Or my wife, if you prefer that, heh heh. But yeah, I am awesome now and you should love me.”*
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> *“Come on, I saw how you were checking me out in the corridors..and every time you carried me, you were totally copping a feel, love.”* he smiled.
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> Chell took a few more steps back towards the static lift. She didn't want anything to do with this, but Wheatley had other plans. He grabbed her arm, pulled her back and became more stern with her.
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> *“There isn't room in this world for picky girls, we're probably are the only human beings on Earth! Look at me, I'm not picky at all, even though you have brain damage and haven't bathed in years! At least I made an attempt to shave before knocking on your door.”*
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> *“You dare to turn me down!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!”* he shouted. His sudden burst of anger startled her, but Wheatley didn't look like he cared.
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> *“You know, you owe me! You owe me big time! Without me, you would've never woken up! Without me, you'd be DEAD! I SACRIFICED MY LIFE FOR YOU, COUNTLESS OF TIMES.”* Wheatley barked.
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> *“And while that insane she-robot was cracking my head open like a nut, you didn't even come looking for me! I COULD'VE DIED. It would've helped if you mentioned you were the one who killed her, before she could let out all her frustration on the poor guy in the wheelchair! With the glasses! ME, BY THE WAY.”*
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> *“You know what you are? Selfish. How many times have you risked your life for me..? What have you sacrificed? Nothing. Zero. All you've done is boss me around. Well, now who's the boss? Who's the boss? It's me..!”*
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> *“..Do I know you?”* GlaDOS then suddenly asked.
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> *“Sorry, but, what? What do you mean, I work here. You SHOULD know me!”* he said slightly insulted.
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> *“Your voice sounds.. somewhat familiar. From a time, before it all began.”*
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> *“Uh, yeah, that was a minute ago, before I took over the facility.”* He replied with a smirk.
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> *“No. It's not that. Whoever you are, you don't belong here..!”* GlaDOS continued.
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> *“You're wrong, I do belong here, I've worked here for years.”*
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> *“All humans are dead..! Why are you here, you are not a scientist!”* she suddenly shouted.
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> *“No, no, you're lying, you're lying.”* Wheatley hastily replied.
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> *“You are the tumor! You're the one-.. YOU ARE A MORON!”* she yelled.
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> *“I AM NOT A MORON!”* he yelled back, as the robot arm threw her through the glass of the elevator, still holding Chell inside.
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> *“YES, YOU ARE! YOU'RE DISTRACTING EVERYBODY, YOU'RE USELESS.”*
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> If GlaDOS was going to continue insulting him like this, things could get very ugly. Her just standing there in silence had already gotten on Wheatley's nerves. Just what was this about, why was GLaDOS this upset?
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> Wheatley ground his teeth and raised his robot arm high up in the air.
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> *“Oh yeah! COULD A MORON PUNCH. YOU. INTO. THIS. PIT?!”*
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***CHAPTER 5: The Plan**
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> *“Well, I never thought to see you again.”* GlaDOS said calmly, as she was hovering next to the falling Chell. *“How are you doing today. As you can see, I am a potato.”*
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> Just how did she get into this mess. How was she supposed to get out of Aperture now? Even if she managed to reach the top floors of the facility, Wheatley wouldn't let her go. He's a narcissist driven by self-pity, he'd surely kill her before setting her free.
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> Apparently Wheatley had his reasons to act like this, but whatever happened to him, it sounded like it was before her arrival at Aperture.
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> *“I bet you're wondering what was up with all that just now.”* GlaDOS said.
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> *“I wish I could tell you, but I'm not sure myself. I have no idea what I was talking about, but I can promise you, I've never seen that man before.”*
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> Alright? Then, who was Wheatley? Was he just some outsider with an evil scheme? Was his friendship and “idiocy” an act from the start?
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> *“Alright, listen, I have a plan, but I need your help. It all depends on you. If you fail, we're dead, but no pressure.”* GlaDOS said.
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> Chell gave the potato a concerned look, but it wasn't like she could decline. Nobody knew more about the facility and everything in it than GlaDOS, and there wasn't anyone else who could aid her besides the talking potato. She stopped walking to indicate she was ready to listen.
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> *“Over there, you see containers with corrupted cores stored inside. I was planning to incinerate them, but I guess we could call ourselves lucky I was occupied with torturing you instead.”*
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> *“If we attach 2 or 3 corrupted cores to my old body, then the system might want to arrange another core transfer.”* she continued.
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> *“What we need to do first is bring me to the main breaker room, plug me in, and if I can manage to gain control of one of my arms, I can plug the cores into his body. But, here's where you come in-..”*
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> Chell looked up. The plan sounded solid so far, what else needed to be done besides bringing her to the main breaker room?
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> “Don't look all surprised. Do you really think that moron won't notice?” *GlaDOS snarled at her.*
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> Chell lightly scratched her cheek. She should've figured.. Now she was really starting to worry she had brain damage.
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> It shouldn't be difficult to distract Wheatley, but then again, he's become a powerful, erratic robot. How do you prepare yourself against a person who can't handle his own emotions and is quick to act out?
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> *“I don't know what you're thinking..”* GlaDOS interrupted, *“..but I can tell you that man isn't as tough as you think. He is dumb, I bet he's struggling to disobey the given objectives programmed in my old body's software.”*
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> Chell woke up from her daydream and looked at her.
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> *“See him as a child with a magnifying glass on a sunny day. See us as friendly, innocent, hardworking ants.”* she said.
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> *“Or, no wait, just see me as a friendly, innocent, hardworking ant.”* she corrected herself. Chell rolled her eyes.
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> *“Now see yourself as a delicious ice cream.”* GlaDOS continued.
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> *“..That child is a murderous monster to the friendly, innocent, hardworking ant.”* she continued, *“But the child loves the delicious ice cream. And even though the child will eat the delicious ice cream and therefore kill the delicious ice cream, the delicious ice cream should make the sacrifice to distract the child from the friendly, innocent, hardworking ant.”*
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> Chell swallowed. It's going to be like that? No way she could do this. She turned him down before, and Wheatley was gifted at remembering the moments he was left embarrassed or ignored. Compliments didn't seem to stick with him much. Most likely because he never got that many, or any.
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> How was she supposed to trick him after already having established not to be interested? What could she say, she couldn't talk, what could she do, she wasn't charming. She never had to be.
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> *“Yes, you can do it.”* GlaDOS reassured her. Chell looked at her, wondering if computers were able to read minds.
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> *“You don't talk, I can only read your thoughts from your deadpan face. It's hard, so usually I guess what you're thinking by thinking what anyone would think at any moment. Unless I'm wrong, but that would mean you're wrong.”*
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***CHAPTER 6: The Action**
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> *“Plug me in.”* GlaDOS ordered.
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> Chell removed the potato from her gun and placed it onto the stick. She had no idea how a potato could connect, but they were battling against a cyborg human, there was no point in asking.
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> *“Now listen up, I'm giving you 10 minutes in total to head for his room and distract him. Then I'll start the hacking process. Do not forget. There's a ventilation shaft behind you; it leads directly to his room. Don't be too noisy in there, otherwise he'll turn on the heat and you'll be baked like cake. That is not a lie! Now go!”*
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> Wheatley couldn't use any neurotoxin or turrets, these were still sabotaged, but it's not like he needed them. He wasn't the kind of guy who planned ahead or used tricks. Why would he, he has brute strength and a short temper. It was very effective and made her wonder why GlaDOS never just smashed her brains in.
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> Every movement in the shaft echoed back at her. It was going to be hard to surprise him like this, but she tried her best to stay quiet. After a short while, she heard a voice. As she came closer, she could hear it was Wheatley, yelling in anger and frustration at something.
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> *“Nothing.....this is.....why.....worthless pieces...”*
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> *“Just push.....aah...you things....made..... you deaf....come on!”*
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> She was getting closer and closer. Chell then stopped. Was she really going to barge in there without a plan? If she was lucky, Wheatley would be blinded in his happiness to see her and surrender in exchange for her forgiveness. That wasn't going to happen, of course, since this is an outcome that assumes he genuinely cares about her. He's the one with the God complex, she'd probably have to grovel at his feet.
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> She was very inexperienced in having conversations with people, she barely knew how to act when Wheatley was standing behind her door. She actually hesitated to open that door. Why would anyone even hesitate to get saved? She felt stupid just thinking about it.
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> *“It's just a simple test! Alright, I'm turning around now and when I turn back, one of you had better solved this puzzle!”*
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> Through the grid she could see Wheatley standing in front of a giant screen. She wasn't sure what he was looking at, but it looked like cubes on legs struggling to move forward. Or any direction, for that matter.
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> Looked like Wheatley had to make his own test subjects after punching her into the basement, meaning GlaDOS was right; Wheatley had the urge to conduct tests because of her body's programming. Frightening idea a human's mind could be taken over like that.
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> Chell stared at him through the grid for a while, figuring out what to do. Wheatley scolded the robotic abominations some more after seeing they were in the same position as when he first turned around. His mood wasn't getting any better.
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> Time was of the essence. Whatever she was going to do, she had to do it now. She silently removed the grid, crawled out the vent and stood up. Even out in the open and visible to all the cameras in the room, Wheatley was too occupied with leading the moving boxes to the button to notice her. It started to make her wonder if she had to do this..he was distracted enough.
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> *“What! How did you get here so fast! And you're still alive?! HOW DID YOU GET HERE SO FAST ALIVE!”* he raged.
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> Wheatley looked like he shared the same opinion and just stared at her. His facial expression was a strange mix of confusion and disgust. Hard to blame him, she felt sorry for him at this point, but there was no turning back and no redoes.
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> She tried not to look directly in his eyes and waggled her hips as she came closer, in quite an exaggerated fashion. Wheatley had no words and took a few steps back as she came closer.
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> *“Well well, you changed your mind, have you..”* he said with a daring grin on his face.
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> *“You finally realized how amazing and God-like I am? Or were you just too shy to admit it this morning?”*
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> Wow, he had to be kidding. This turned out easier than she could've hoped for. Wheatley had finally made up his mind and looked very pleased. Desperate fool.
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> Chell immediately felt bad. This born loser just wanted a relationship and adoration, normal human desires to have, but his methods were the issue. She tried to convince herself it was for a good cause, that maybe he “deserved” to be tricked, because surely, trying to kill someone is worse than pretending to like someone. And yet, when she looked at Wheatley now, she was unsure.
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> Chell looked around. If there was a right moment to attach the cores, it'd be now, but she didn't see or hear anything. Was GlaDOS having trouble out there?
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> He then opened his eyes and gave her a relieved smile, as if he expected her to had ran off. He grabbed hold of her hands and took another step. Chell wanted to back off, but knew it wouldn't be a wise move. Wheatley saw her worried face and began speaking again.
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> *“Eh. Actually, I'm quite happy you returned alive. How else could we be standing like this together.”* he stumbled.
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> Hesitance was growing. She wasn't planning on marrying the guy, but it didn't look like a happy ending was in store for him, and she wasn't sure he deserved it. What would GlaDOS do to him after regaining controll? And if she let them go, would her relationship with Wheatley ever be the same? Could she shrug off this moment and allow him to join her to the surface?
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