super_astute | Test Chamber 033: Propulsion Gel

Test Chamber 033: Propulsion Gel

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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Wheatley snorted as they moved into the next chamber. "Shows him, hm?" he asked, whispering to Chelldon. "I'll give my piece." He didn't need to eat it. Or drink tea. He just did it because it was easy to do so.

Because Chelldon had always looked so awkward doing it alone and it was his pleasure to give in just for a little while, even before the introduction of 379 to his systems. Wheatley readjusted the human on his back.

"Next time we see Tyler, we-- Oh, obviously! We're connected, hold on. I'm going to ask him to send us another pair of boots."

Chelldon was all for that plan, riding on someones back was amusing but awkward and uncomfortable, he had a feeling if they kept it up like this, they might end up dead. But if he could manually move Wheatley along with him while getting them both out safe then that would be perfect. He had to lead the way.

Until then, Chelldon shot the required portals.

He had no idea how long it would take to get the boots but he'd already solved the puzzle. It didn't take a genius to realise he had to get the two cubes off the ledge to turn on the lift then shot the cube off the left button to open the door.

Easy as anything!

Wheatley, however, just sort of went where pointed while he had a little chat with Tyler. "Yes...I know it's against prot-- Listen, idiot, all of this is against protocol! I should have the pistons in my legs already and I don't. They've been removed. What do you mean I never had-- What?! Well yes I realize that I'm an observational model, I don't take the courses myself, but what if something had bloody happened to me!?"

They were on the second ledge when one of the panels opened up and a second pair of long fall boots and an Aperture Science Portal Making Device fell, literally, right on the poor fool's head.

He grumbled something in binary before he let Chelldon help him with gun calibrations. At least they were both safe from falling on their heads now.

That was a treat.

Once he had his favourite boots back and helped Wheatley get ready, he adjusted the mans gun and double checked the aim before he removed his hand from the portal gun and nodded. If all went well, they wouldn't need two portal guns, usually it had to be lined up just so, one portal would need to be in a specific place and therefore Chelldon should be able to handle it all.

Once he knocked both cubes off the ledge, he leapt off after them without any need for a portal. He put them both on the buttons required before shooting a portal beside the exit door.

"Come," Chelldon beckoned before shooting a portal under his feet and getting spat out on the other side.

Naturally he cleared out of the way before Wheatley slammed into him.

Where Chelldon went, Wheatley followed. That was his protocol. So suck that, Tyler! Wheatley was performing exactly as expected and no amount of chiding through their neural network could make Wheatley feel otherwise. "You know, I actually feel sorry for Tyler. No Test Subject, all of his protocols are on the blitz, a smelly human that has nothing to do with testing to follow-- It must be like hell for him. Slimey, smelly, awful robot hell."

They came out of the next door and were greeted by lots and lots of orange covered surfaces. Wheatley frowned, checked his databanks and found that information on this substance was passcoded too!

What a load of...of...orange paint!

Well, one way to test it was just to poke at it-- Which sent Wheatley promptly into a wall at high speeds.

Chelldon just sighed. He'd used this stuff before but sadly, it had been with Space Core, not with Wheatley so he forgot that maybe he should of given him a heads up. Chelldon always loved this stuff, he shot a portal just across from Wheatley and for his own amusement, took off running.

All it did was send him flying from the portal and onto a ledge just above Wheatley. Find amusement where amusement may be found.

Hopping down onto a less paint area, he offered Wheatley a hand so he could guide the man away from the horrible paint. He hardly needed to break Wheatleys body and have to carry around his nattering head everywhere.

"The Enrichment Center regrets to inform you that this next test is impossible. Make no attempt to solve it," GLaDOS chimed in overhead and Chelldon, with a frown, shook his head. Nope, wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Oh, oh did you hear there? Impossible! Impossible means not possible. Not able to be solved. And he should know, he has control over the entire place! I'll just tell Tyler that-- Chelldon!"

There went the human, using portals to splash the propulsion gel all over the bloody place! Wheatley whimpered, but did his best to follow Chelldon's lead. He stumbled a great deal but in the end, he found himself standing right next to Chelldon, hands on his hips, a throaty gloating in his chest because...

"HA! Ha! Not impossible! Wheatley doesn't know the definition of impossible! Well, yes he does actually but-- What were we talking about?"

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