super_astute | The Part Where He Kills You

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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Chelldon tumbled back but kept his dear rabbit friend safe. Even if he'd eaten a hole in his shirt. He looked at Wheatley and held out the bunny with a playful smile on his face, unable to help but tease the android by trying to make him play along and well, act so nonchalunt over the whole situation.

"Hold Walter?"

And with the bunny dumped into his friends hands, he soon took off across the catwalk, shooting a network of portals and judging it all swiftly before gesturing for Wheatley to follow. And God he hoped Wheatley followed and not pretended to follow but really went his own way. "Come!"

Hold Walter. All right. He can hold Walter if-- "OHGODTHATSMYONLYSHIRT! No! And not my chest! It's poison! Laced with rabbit poison! Walter!"

Never mind the yelling, the rabbit was really just fine once Whealtey held it away from his chest. They needed to get the bunny something other than android to chew on because Wheatley really didn't take to nibbling all that well. He half ran after Chelldon and his portals until he fell flat on his face -- rabbit held over head -- right in front of Handy.

Tyler and the Chief and Jack and Space had all made it back, but everyone looked so grim.

"I know, but Chelldon loves Walter. Couldn't leave it!" he cryptically explained.

Chelldon had landed just before Wheatley and was more than happy to pluck the rabbit from Wheatleys hands and sit with the little creature, happily stroking it as it nipped his trousers. Yep, the big overgrown test subject/child was going to just sit there and play with his pet, which kind of made Wheatleys point.

The chief just groaned because... well, really?

"You coddled your brain damaged freak, you know that? We used to toss ones like him into fires when we first started," It was cruel but they made surprisingly efficient fuel when melted-- long story that Hunt didn't want to get into.

Handy just cleared his throat. "Very very excellent, Wheatley."

Thank God for Handy because Wheatley was just about to have a fit. An absolutely, horrible fit. No one melted down his Test Subject other than him! Well, no not that he was going to, but Chelldon was his and no one else's!

No one's.

If anyone was going to melt him down, it would be him! So there!

But Handy's quick thinking on the score card calmed the core right down and he nodded happily. Of course it was very excellent. There was no other score for him.

"What's happening now?"

"Breaching protocols tripped," Tyler informed them.

"In English of binary mate?" Luckily, Tyler chose English.

"The labs are being over run with extra dimensional entities."

"I have no idea what you're saying," Hunt said and he didn't seem to want to know the rest. But no one else was asking question, Chelldon was too busy letting Walter eat a best tube... which was disturbing to watch and a little worrying.

And Handy was playing with a yoyo... and when it got tangled, he huffed in frustration and ignored everyone to undo it.

Chelldon was listening, he just didn't understand much either.

"Bad?" he asked, looking directly at Wheatley for confirmation that whatever was happening was indeed bad and hence he would have to keep Walter and Wheatley very safe.

"Oh, no, not bad. Good maybe?" Whealtey looked around for support with that assessment. "Good? We like this? No? No, bad, right then, wrong again, Chelldon, rather terrible, mate. But we'll be all right?" Again, the rest of the people gathered shook their heads. No? Damn it.

Wheatley put a hand on Chelldon's shoulder as if he was a baby or his child and made a little sighing sound.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, as gently as possible as if he was promising him a new bike for missing the big game. "But it's all right, we just need to not get killed! Let's go!"

"Why do you eve talk down to him when he's smarter than you?" Chief complained and Chelldon blinked slowly. While Wheatley looked away, Chelldon looked up with a death glare and put his fingers by his lips to indicate they should all just shut up and stop upsetting his core.

Shaking his head, he looked at Wheatley a smiled. Not a child nor brain damaged but very affection, that was all this was.

Handy just heaved a sigh.

"Do any of you have a plan because I don't, I'm biology and medicine."

"I always have a plan!" Wheatley smirked triumphantly. If there was a mark for 'always having a plan' Wheatley was sure that he'd score Very Excellent all the way around. He was so positive of that fact that he didn't even need to have a plan because one would pop into his head without even having to coax it.

This was the extent of his powers. No wonder everyone here looked up to him!

It had nothing to do with everyone else being seated either. He still felt important enough to puff out his chest.

Even if Tyler was there to take him down a notice. "Oh yeah? What is it?"

Wheatley tried not to panic. Put on the spot! "Okay, right, well, Chelldon has a portal gun. It makes PORTALS..." Good first start!

No one looked up to him, they all just looked at him. Usually in horror and disbelief over his sheer idiocy. But then that was that, that was just how things were and always would be and it was impressed to see that in times of crisis when everything went wrong, Wheatley was still a well meaning moron.

Chelldon always tried to watch with plenty of awe just to root him on, everyone else just assumed he was brain damaged and therefore he was probably too thick to know Wheatley was stupid.

"Portals!"

Chelldon knew that it was kinda right and at least he could work with it. They just had to get to the source of the problem. "Source?"

Handy looked up and sighed. "No, we have no sauce here, wait for dinner."

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