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The Part Where He Kills You

With Tyler under his arm, still shorting out, Wheatley followed Chelldon up to the labs where Handy was still hiding. Adventure and Space were no where to be seen and Wheatley had already forgotten about the Chief. One more human. Smelly. All of them. Even Chelldon, though that was because he hadn't showered in awhile and sweat clung to his skin.

The lights were out. Without GLaDOS to run anything, without any core to run anything, the entire facility was put into lock down and emergency power only. So yes, it kept the breaches sealed for now, both from the reactors in the sub basement and the dimensional gap in the portal testing lab. For how long?

Impossible to say.

But Handy didn't seem all that concerned. Wheatley didn't care.

"I need a new body for Tyler. I saw them. I need you to put Tyler into one. Now."

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The tell-tale thud and cries informed Chelldon that Handy had made it back to the lab okay but apparently probably shattered his elbow or something. What an insanely clumsy and useless man. Well, either way, they had to go save some organs--

Erm, Hunt. They had to go save Hunt.

"Alive," Chelldon offered as he patted Tyler on the back and lead the way by shooting a network of portals that slowly lead them up the catwalks one by one.

It was a long way up but somehow Wheatley seemed too busy rambling, like before, to even notice what he was saying. It was a little funny actually, Chelldon had to laugh as he shot another portal.

He was talking about getting new score cards that dropped everything below adequate out. Tyler argued with him, mentioning how really very stupid that was because scoring 'excellent' was only possible by knowing what it's opposite was. Wheatley could not disagree more and by the end, the three of them made it to the top of Hunt's testing chamber with little to no issue.

The issues came when they finally stopped to have a look at the space. The power was out. Walls were locked in place. They couldn't portal in because it wasn't like creating holes. They couldn't tunnel in because they had no tools.

There were no protocols. Nothing to break. So both droids could only look at Chelldon.

Chelldon hadn't noticed they'd stopped arguing until he saw the pairs of eyes looking at him. He sighed and held up his hand before he took off to the catwalk above them and-- oh! Just what he needed. A valve! And a quick turn confirmed what he assumed.

Moon rocks were fantastic, no doubt about that.

He redirected it through the portal and aimed for the door before... oh, whoops! It all sort of fell on top of the two droids below by accident, they were a bit too close to the door and it was inevitable, totally not his fault.

"Sorry!" he chirped as he leapt back through the portal.

"Sorry! And how is this meant to get us inside when the whole thing is sealed? Are we using Tyler as a surface for portals? Good idea, there's probably a protocol for that but let's face it, Chelldon, he'll never stay still and moving portals end very badly."

Wheatley had to abandon his glasses after that, if only so that he could see, and Tyler went off rattling about playing with Aperture Science equipment and how, as an employee of Aperture, Chelldon ought to be more careful.

"Maybe...if you shoot enough portals it'll burn a hole through the side of the wall panel?" No? Well, worth a shot.

Potentially.

"Or, or we could climb up very high and land very hard on one of the joints?"

Well Chelldon had a better idea. He grabbed a tone of rubble and broken turrets and began to bowl each thing through the portal at a swift speed. The flying boulder nearly hit Wheatley, the turret clocked Tylers shoulder as it slammed into the door and the iron pole from the catwalk shot through the small glass window in the door.

There we go! They had a way in. Yes, they couldn't exactly crawl through the hole but he could get his hand inside and unlock the door.

Or in theory, Tyler could do it better. He had a tiny hand.

Pointing at the hole, he made a hand gesture. "Open Tyler."

"Open Tyler? Didn't we just have this talk, Chelldon? No more people murders!" he insisted only to watch Tyler do the opening of the panels and he smirked, sighing. "Oooh. Right, you wanted him-- You know, just testing you. Can't be too safe and all that."

See? Smile. He's smiling, and smiling makes the whole world go round. Even a world consisting of Chelldon The Murderer. Reformed Murderer.

Oh, he could just plead insanity or something like that.

When Tyler got the panel over, regardless of injury to himself, he jumped into the test chamber and rushed along to the Chief, worried and on the verge of tears. He had no idea why any of this was-- But Specimen 739 had caused a problem for them all.

Wheatley imprinted on Chelldon.

Tyler on the Chief.

"Chief! Open your eyes, damn it!"

Chief was not a very forgiving man it seemed, especially judging by what he did next. Instead of waking up like a normal man and being all friendly and love... he instead sat upright and head butted Tyler very hard in the face. Course being as solid as he was, it probably hurt the chief more but it definitely knocked Tyler back.

Chelldon put his hand over his mouth and tried his hardest not to laugh because who didn't want to hit Tyler. He did.

It was hard not to after everything.

"Gonna kill you, you little prick," Hunt warned, looking pretty pissed off.

Tyler was shocked, hand over his already cracked and cyclopean face as he laid back on the floor panels. He swallowed, not moving.

"Chief--"

Wheatley decided to step in, glasses-less, covered in white paint made from the moon. "He doesn't remember that he tried to run us through protocol testing--"

Tyler sat bolt upright. "Excuse me, what--"

"And he doesn't remember that he tried to kill you through exercise--"

"What?!"

"He may have forgot but I didn't, I'm justified in kicking your arse," Gene informed Sam as he got to his feet and dusted off. Chelldon simply stuck his hands in his pockets and let Wheatley defend because... well, frankly he was on Hunts side here, Tyler had been a giant pain in the arse.

Yet no one seemed willing to point that out since it happened.

But then apparently Handy claimed this wasn't uncommon with cores. He looked at Hunt and offered a shrug. "Corruptions in cores."

He mimed GLaDOS then pretended to be shocked and Hunt... well, he just stared. Yes, he got what this idiot was saying but seriously?

"So he just went a bit nutso and forgot? Bollocks."

"I did not go nutso-- I don't recall anything after you strung me up on the wires!" Tyler said, feeling angrier and angrier...and so very, very helpless. His voice lowered so that the others couldn't really listen in. He didn't want anyone to know this but Gene, even if he himself currently looked ridiculous and maimed. "I would never hurt you, Chief. I don't know what happened, I don't, but let me express--"

Wheatley was getting bored of watching the broken droid and the red faced chief talking so he grabbed Chelldon's hand, the one not in the gun, and dragged him back to the portal.

"I think we're done playing by everyone's rules, Chelldon. Jump if you understand." Good. "Let's find Walter and get out of here."

While Tyler apologised and Chief ignored him, making snarky remarks, Chelldon followed. And of course he jumped, he wanted Walter. He was going to get Walter, tune up Wheatley a bit and hopefully they could make a break for freedom or a nicer room. Either way, he wanted to have a bit more fun.

Maybe he could get some crayons or something?

"Walter!" he declared happily as he shot a portal upwards and started the slow journey up the catwalks till they reached the hall that would hopefully lead to storage.

Wheatley might have to 'hack' the door though.

Yes! Walter! And good riddance to the other two. Actually, Wheatley found it all a bit troubling. See, Tyler was better than that, fawning on a human who did't really deserve it. Humans were good Test Subjects and good doctors, but to really care for one--

And Chelldon hardly counted. Chelldon was just a remarkably good Test Subject and therefore, Wheatley had to care for him and protect him as he was his source of 'Very Excellents' for the forseeable future! Never mind that they often, too often, embraced like Tyler was trying with the Chief.

Reckless!

Wheatley knew that Tyler was going to get thumped before he even heard the cry and disappeared out onto the catwalk with Chelldon.

To be fair, it was a punch and then a very manly hug from the chief but after that he got a very stern warning about hugging and making them look gay. Chelldon didn't know what they were doing frankly, he found even the idea of friendship a bit baffling sometimes. He just followed Wheatley along like a loyal subject because to him, that was the gist of what he thought friendship was.

He had never really had a friend, it was solely Wheatley and Walter for him, everyone else just sort of existed around him and nothing more.

Wheatley was special, he wanted to keep him close by because he really did have great affection for the useless moronic core that was his own. He was not smart, clever, useful or anything like that but he was a nice guy.

Chelldon wasn't used to nice. "Go left."

Left evidently meant 'straight ahead' because that's where Wheatley went, obvious as always because he was trying to explain how awful Tyler was and how hugging was totally unprofessional. "The Chief isn't even his Test Subject and look how they're carrying on? Indecent."

A portal set him in his place and another brought them right into the menagerie.

There was more than just Walter there.

There were all sorts of strange things. A flying octopus, a giant, 'half invisible' cat, fish that glowed in the dark--

"Huh. So this is what's back there!"

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