CHAPTER 1
AWAKENING
*Knock knock* "Hello? Anyone in there?", said a voice from outside. Annoyed, and very exhausted, he woke up. He looked around himself just to find out he was in some sort of cheap motel room, although it looked a bit wrecked in his opinion.
"Please let there someone be in there! I just want to keep my job!", shouted the voice yet again. It sounded quite British and very human-like. Would he perhaps offer him some explanation on where he was? In the corner of his eye, he saw something which resembled a TV screen. He moved closer to it, and eyed it up. "Aperture Laboratories tells you that we are currently experiencing technical difficulties, please stand by!" He remembered the name Aperture Laboratories. It has been so long since he heard that word.
"For the last time, is anyone in there? Anyone? What if you speak an other language? Hm... French perhaps? Bonjovi? Open le door? I really need to learn French, possibly tomorrow. Whatever, I'll just go and learn it, um, now. Yeah. Just have to find something which perhaps would teach me it." Quickly, our protagonist rushed to the door and swung it widely open. To his surprise, he was a robot which resembled an eyeball, with handles on both sides of it and a huge, blue eye.
"AHHHHHH!", it screamed, "Oh my, you quite scared me, I though you were dead! Seriously though! I was about to go, and then you scared me by opening the door. But well, you don't look QUITE as much as I expected you to, but, whatever, who cares. Now, my job is to get you out of here. Why? Well, it's a pretty long and difficult story, but I'm most certain that I eventually will have enough time to, um, explain stuff to you. Now, it would be best if you would grab hold onto something. Just do it." The robot quickly glided along a rail which was right near the ceiling, stuck onto some sort of mechanical arm.
"Now, um, I think you might be quite afraid of what will be going on, so, if we die, or maybe only you will die, which would be better, um..." The robot looked at the man's face, struck with terror of this idea. "Well, I would then have just liked you to know that I in fact DO have a name, and that name is "Wheatley", what's your name?" The man quickly opened his mouth, and tried to say something, but it sounded quite choked. "My name is George. Pleased to meet you." Wheatley nodded in a sign of approval, and disappeared through a hole in the ceiling. "Hold on to something, quick!", he shouted, and George immediately held himself tight onto his bed. The room started shaking violently, and George felt as if it was moving upwards.
Shortly after, all of that immediately stopped, and Wheatley reappeared. "OK, I'm just checking to see if you're alive, um, are you OK? Just checking, you know." George nodded since his throat hurt a little, he was a little thirsty. "All right, that means we are ready to go!"
The room was, yet again, shaking violently, but this time more heavier than before. George was frightened as he held himself onto his bedpost. He felt as if he was moving forwards, and suddenly the chamber was shaking violently, George flew up into the air. Parts of the wall fell off, and he could see hundreds, possibly thousands of boxes, stack on each other. He was assuming his room was also one of those boxes, and if other people were living in them. "This is my first time driving one of these, so don't panic, please, I will learn from this experience most likely!", Wheatley said. But George feared for his life.
His room crashed into a pile of boxes, all of them immediately fell very deep down. Quickly, Wheatley screamed "I checked on those before, none of them were alive, so it's all OK, as I said, don't panic!" If Wheatley thought he was making George more confident, he was failing more than hard.
Suddenly, he felt a second impact, twice as bad as the one he experienced before. An entire wall fell off, ripping the TV screen with it into the depths. If George were to let go now, he would possibly fall down and die somewhere. Suddenly, they came to an abrupt stop. George accidentally let go of the bedpost, flew forwards in the air and fell right off the ledge of the now open wall. With both his hands, he was holding tight, trying not to fall and die, screaming.
Wheatley came out of his hiding hole, and gave George a weird look. "I don't know why you're screaming so much, it would be actually best to let go now, since that's where we are going." George could not believe him. Wheatley was trying to kill him in the most gullible way ever imaginable. "Won't believe me? OK, I will disengage myself from my management rail, and roll right down where we are supposed to go." Much to Georges disbelief, Wheatley popped off and rolled across the tilted, damaged floor, screaming "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!". Within a few seconds, he fell off the ledge.