Test Chamber 032: Repulsion Gel

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Wheatley did eventually make it back to Chelldon, though his form was a little less android like and a bit more spherical.  Tyler brought him in with a smile at Chelldon and the fantastic drawings he did around his room before he deposited the blue 'eyed' core in Chelldon's arms.

"Well?" Tyler asked, eyebrows arching.

"No, doesn't seem to...  I'm not, you can go now, get to work on fixing my bodies, just standing there like a lump won't do any good!"

The door opened and closed as Tyler exitted the Relaxation Chamber and Wheatley turned in his orbital socket towards Chelldon.  "Well then!  Who's excited to test today?"

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Chelldon walked alongside his core, he didn't even try to cheer him up because he assumed that Wheatley would get over it as soon as he accomplished a small test because it was very easy to get Wheatley to cheer up. Chelldon bounced along the walkway, gun at the ready and he occasionally jumped because-- well, he could jump.

Hunt watched, torn between pity for the brain damaged weirdo or a sudden horrific realisation that he was entirely doomed and the only one here who had any testing experience would probably get them killed.

And Tyler was still hovering behind, which definitely hurt his cool factor.

"I would like to remind you, again, that cores are not required for testing. Dead weight will slow you down and ruin your chances at completion. You do want cake and a party, don't you?"

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"Well, yes," Wheatley said. "Obviously we want cake. Chelldon especially, he loves cake, the happy little guy that he is. But I can't leave him because-- Tyler? Help me out!"

Tyler immediately obliged, quoting protocol texts and paragraph numbers. "In other words, a Testing Subject with Chelldon's track record must be accompanied by all of his Aperture Science Testing Apparatus. That includes his Testing Companion Core, Wheatley."

There was a bit of silence before Wheatley actually giggled and wrapped his arms around Chelldon's neck.

"You. Need. Me. Be honest."

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Chelldon didn't. Not even slightly. He could ace this place without Wheatley in moments... but sadly he didn't want to ell the man that so instead he offered a half smile and nodded eagerly before his poker face returned and he kept on down the path. He didn't mind, he really did like having company from Wheatley.

"I need Wheatley."

"He's only saying that cause he's damaged in the 'ead!" Gene protested then, of course, realised he shouldn't be protesting and cleared his throat. "I mean-- course he needs the moron, he needs someone to hold his hand."

There was no response from GLaDOS for a while before the doors in front of them slid open. That was probably a okay signal.

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