Test Chamber 033: Propulsion Gel

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Making their way to the next testing chamber, Wheatley bid the Chief and Tyler farewell for the time being and slipped into the next testing chamber with Chelldon.  He was almost beside himself with happiness for reasons his circuitry really could not handle well.  It didn't matter, the point was to do the testing, to keep Chelldon safe and--

And Wheatley realized how bad of an idea all of this was the moment he stepped into the room.

Jumping.  Lots and lots of jumping.

And here he was, no long fall boots, nothing to protect his delicate parts from breaking...  "This...might be...oh...a bit bad.  Yes, sort of very bad."

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Chelldon gave Wheatley a sideways look, he was not going to be easy to move through portals but a quick test seemed to be in order to see how it'd work, he shot a portal on top of the ceiling and on the floor before basically hugging Wheatley, shoving them both through the portal together. He managed to keep a hold of Wheatley but while he still landed on his feet, the weight and force of Wheatley knocked him down.

Chelldon groaned, that was horrible. Not only did Wheatley scream too much but the hug-jump was going to be awkward.

Technically they could do it without dying and it still helped them avoid being smushed into the ground but they were going to have a lot of tumbles at this rate.

"Oh insert subjects name, you appear to be struggling with the portals. I did warn you. Dead weight is usually best cut loose," GLaDOS informed them. There was a slight beat before he chimed in once more. "In case you didn't see what I was doing there, I was implying your core was dead weight."

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Chelldon sighed and he finished redirecting the laser beam and waiting for that tell tale completion noise. The door beeped and Chelldon headed through, having to drag Wheatley with him while he kept gloating at the disembodied voice.

Did he not see who actually completed this test?

"Fantastic. You remained resolute and resourceful in an atmosphere of extreme pessimism," the voice praised, though he didn't seem amused, he didn't seem to have any emotion. Chelldon found the monotone and weird speech pattern unsettling and disconcerting.

But he refused to give up, it was the only thing that kept him going in this place.

As they went up, Chelldon shot Wheatley a small frown before reaching out and rubbed some of the orange gel off the mans face with his hand. He would of offered a cloth but he had none!