The pressure in his chest builds within every second. This indescribable "itch" increases as the AI eyes shuffled threw the old data of the previous test subjects. He was sure that they were all dead. He could have sworn that not to long ago.

Chell, that overweight orphan, seemed to have been his last lab rat. But since that smelly mute human found her way to escape, he has to find something else to cure his "itch". He was somewhat glad she has left. She never even deserved his attention! He has always been so good to her and how does she repay him? First she bosses him around, never having even a thanking gesture left for him. Like that was not enough itself, she plotting against him with that "potato" and planning his downfall. Tacking her sweet bloody time completing test he has worked so hard on to create for her. Selfish and hateful she was!

He continued searching with raging stares at the subjects current situations.

"Expired, expired, expired, expired…."

His palms began to get sweaty, yet his eyes were stapled on the huge screen in front of his core. It became worse for him every moment, beginning to think he will die if he won't find a cure. He bit his lip desperately, only seeking for one subject. Only one little worthless humans life.

"Expired, expired, expired, expired, expired, FUNCTIONING!"

He stopped and stared at the profile with disbelieve. Is this it? Is this really a surviving test subject resting in a relaxation-center? His blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses and read through the subjects documents.

Alice Griffen. female. 160 cm tall. Weight 104 lb.

There seemed nothing to be wrong with her functioning. She had no abstract allergies. She will be perfect! And this time, oh yes! This time he will not make the same mistakes like he did with that Chell. This time HE will be the boss. He will show how bloody massive he REALLY is! No more games.

As he continued his seeking for more information of his survived subject, though there was a space were her birth date and age should have been sectioned, was clear. He didn't break his head over it though, what was important now was getting her through testing as soon as possible. He didn't know how long he could still handle the intense pressure.

Her dark eyes fluttered open as she herd a voice.

"Hello? Hellooo? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"

The girl who was laying in the bed shot upwards, leering with suspicious eyes around the room. Nobody was there except her. But how-?

"Ah! Your awake! This is quite a relief, really! I actually worried that you were also dead like the rest."

She then found the source of the voice, in a corner on see ceiling. It was a speaker echoing throughout the room.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"You also SPEAK! This brilliant, just brilliant! Really, I'm glad you have no brain damage that caused you incapability to speak. You are bloody perfect!"

Her brows narrowed together. What was going on here? Where was she? Who was HE?

"What are you talking about? Who the hell are you and what do you want?" Her voice was firm and blunt.

"Oh, pardon! Where have I left my manners?"

Suddenly there was load mechanic noise of metal shuffling against eachother. She instinctively looked above her as she saw the plates of the ceiling moving apart and letting a TV screen sink infront of her. She jerked away as the screen approached into its position, her back pressed against the wall behind her. She stared at the screen carefully yet with aggression, having no idea what could be awaiting her.

The TV so suddenly turned on.

The was a man sitting in a chair, blond messy hair hanging carelessly over his forehead. His cold eyes stared at her with a smile. And were those… wires and cables attached to his back?

As the camera turned on from his on her his smile fainted into a slight awe. She looked quite young. She was possibly even too young to participate as a test subject. Possibly 17 or 18. Her eyes were round and dark and bronze ringlets fell over the orange material of her jumpsuit. Freckles were spread over the pale skin of her cheeks and nose.

He adjusted his glasses shaking of his thought before speaking and smiling back at her.

"My name is Wheatly and I run this place. You can consider me as your boss or master. You are a test subject, property of the Wheatly laboratories. So in other words, you are MY test subject and you will complete tests for me for the rest of you life. Doesn't that sound fun? No need to thank me! We should get started as soon as possible!"

The door of the relaxation-center room suddenly flew open, an elevator waiting for her.

She though didn't move , and continued staying on the same spot, glaring at him in disbelief.

Wheatly blinked wondering, yet kept his smile up. The pressure and itch increased.

"What are you waiting for? All you have to is go through the door and enter the elevator. It's real simple! Just move forward and—"

"I know what you want me to do, I'm not stupid." She cut him off with a harsh voice.

She glared at him, not moving. He blinked again, his jaw slightly open in surprise.

"Uh-umm… Then why aren't you goi—"

"Because I don't want to do your stupid tests! I want to go home!"

He simply did not understand. Why wouldn't she want to comply to this simple request? It wasn't like he was forcing her off of a bridge. And why was she being so rude to him? What has he ever done to her? How dare she cut him off multiple times and call his tests stupid? His tests weren't stupid, they were brilliant! Who does she think she is?

His stare in awe slowly turned into a serious grim. He wasn't sure how long he could handle the itch much longer.

"A stubborn one we have here, I see. Believe me! Been there, done that. I am not going to take on another one like you! So if you know what is best for you, you will comply in completing my test! Is that clear?"

She did not yet reply and continued standing there with no motion.

"I am not going! And you can't make me!"

There was a moment of silence., until a grin started to form on his lips.

"I wouldn't be to sure, luv."