Test Chamber 036: Training

[super_astute]

The puzzle wasn't hard, he told himself, and it certainly wasn't impossible.  No, in fact, he knew the solution but he just wasn't going to play without Chelldon.  He repeated that out loud, telling Tyler that his training course was very lack luster.  He did not need to be taught to jump.  Or to use the Apperture Science Portal Making Device.

In all actuality, Wheatley just couldn't figure out why the portals weren't working because he'd forgotten that he could actually switch colours to allow him to place two portals on the walls.

He just kept firing one over and over...  'To check how the gun was working.'  "Safety first, Tyler!" he said before Chelldon pretty much literally dropped down on him.  "AAAH!"

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[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"The neurotoxin vault," Wheatley said, exasperated enough to add in the 'obviously' as a sigh before turning around again and blinking. How did they manage to get all the way up here? Remarkable. He obviously had been on autopilot because he was just that smart and good.

Beaming at himself, Wheatley was far more amicable when his ego was boosted and it showed. His smile was really rather fetching when he wasn't actually trying-- Or being creepy. He adjusted his glasses and leaned over the catwalk railing.

"In the fifteenth sub basement. Just by the neurotoxin control room. Let's get GLaDOS first. He has the over ride codes." And so does Tyler.

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he agreed before shooting a hole back into the testing area and very gently guiding Wheatley towards it without specifically telling him. More just hinting. And hinting was good hinting worked! It got them there and let Wheatley keep that pride he loved having so much.

It took three tries to get into the right testing area both without Tyler seeing them and without being caught.

They soon landed on a platform and just below them was the flailing form of GLaDOS. It seemed a bird had gotten in and was trying to peck his head off! Chelldon leapt down and scared the bird away by flapping his own arms.

He knew how to deal with birds... all thanks to Wheatley.

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"Oh, ho, look at you. Not so smart now are you? No, no you're not. You're bird food!" And of course the bird, perhaps upon hearing it's name or title, decided to have a little fun dive bombing Wheatley. He stared, horrified, at the mess on his shoulder and would have fainted, had he been human or perhaps not fully charged. It was still terrible, terrible enough to leave him flailing.

"Off! Oh God, it's corrosive! I can feel it eating through my clothes! My skin is synthetic too! Help! Help! I'm going to be reduced to a bit of wire and human hair and glasses frames!"

Why he didn't think his hair or glasses would corrode? Well, no idea there. It just sounded good to whimper about.

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

It was a bird. Did a bird really scare the big bad machines that much. Moving closer, he sighed and swatted the bird till it got confused and took off to the ceiling. GLaDOS looked less than impressed as he turned his head to the two bumbling fools flailing around each other to see if they had both survived a bird attack.

"I hope you're both very happy with yourselves. I knew you were made to do some stupid things but this has to be the worst. You are your pet subject have no idea what you've done."

Chelldon merely frowned before looking at Wheatley.

He was very lucky that odds were that Wheatley would never connect the dots nor would he work out that he was made to be a giant moron... Chelldon didn't want to break that illusion for him either.

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"At least Tyler's not trying to kill us. And actually, actually, putting him in charge is pretty practical. For instance, he's managed to teach Chelldon all sorts of protocols and you should see how he manages to recite them." Oh yes, Wheatley was once again proud for absolutely no reason at all, and worse, proud of something that really wasn't true.

He still wanted to keep the lime light for himself, so tacked on a: "I've managed to prepare him quite well for his lessons," at the very end of that, somewhat muttered because he didn't want to be a glory hog.

"And all you've done is taught us about smashing plates and neurotoxins!"