Test Chamber 033: Propulsion Gel

[super_astute]

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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[super-astute.livejournal.com]

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.

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

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.

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"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?"