Good Morning Aperture Labortories!

by Rachel420

From a roleplay that I am part on FerelFront. Plays through the game but Chell is dead. These subjects are Wheatley and the whole facilities last hope. An anxious mute, a short tempered, smart-mouthed football player, a Nyctophobic, isolophobic teen, a british, AI fanatic techie, a talking companion cube, and a blue eyed core as their only guide. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter one:

Good morning. You have been asleep for -56- days. As mandatory of national law, state requires that you must perform several exercises to keep your mental and physical health in check. Please get out of your bed.
*BWAAAAA-*
If it wasn't the announcer's voice that woke Tully up, it was most certainly the buzzer that came soon afterwards. She got out of bed and yawned. How long had it been? Six-seven weeks? More? Less? She felt like she had woken up yesterday.
As usual, she stepped out of bed and yawned once more, stretching out her arms.

"Mornin, sunshine." Crush greeted her, already stretching. He had woken up at the first word, and, luckily, neither of them slept naked, nor did they share a bed.

Specially not a coed room.

"Eight weeks of sleep. That's nearly what, 2 months? Jeez, I've gotten fat."

Tully waved shyly as she stretched, not saying a word.

Not that she could, anyway.

She chuckled a bit at his mention about his weight, but probably would've told him against it if she could.

When you hear the buzzer, look up at the ceiling.

*BWAAA-*

She looked up at the ceiling and at the floor every time as they instructed it.

It always felt nice to do this. Sometimes it felt a bit repetitive, though.

If she had the time, she would talk to him more.

Again, not that she could.

But there was about five seconds between each part of the exercise.

"It's so dumb." muttered Crush, as he cricked his neck as he lifted his head to the roof then dropped it to the floor.

He always mixed in his own little exercises, partly as an act of freedom, partly to keep his strength up.

His orange hair flopped around, as eight weeks without a shower took it's toll on the greasy hair. "God, I could use a shower."

Tully admitted she could probably use one herself.

"U...uhm..." She stammered, wanting to say something.

But, as usual, nothing left her mouth but a mess of sounds.

As mandatory of mental law, you are required to spend at least 30 seconds interacting with another member of your species to preserve your native human instincts. Please converse with any visible, breathing companion in your Relaxation Cell. If your visible, breathing companion is not breathing, please still converse with them anyways.

*BWAAAAAA-*

Tully blushed, twirling her hair around her fingers before finally looking at Crush. She waved shyly, took out her notebook- the only thing Aperture let her take with her- and drew a smiley face in black crayon, showing it to him. Before she could continue, the buzzer rang out again, cutting her off. She groaned, upset.

You should now feel like a working human being of society. Please return to your bed.

Tully sighed and ran her hands through her hair, being stopped by knots in her roots. She hesitated, unsure if she wanted to get into bed or not.

"Yeah, right." Crush muttered, as he jumped, touching the ceiling. "Like I'd get in that fudging bed again." But he did so anyway, grumbling. He looked, and saw her smiley face, and couldn't help but smile himself. "Yeah, I guess it's not that bad.

She shuffled a bit, but it wasn't long before she fell asleep, for what she thought would be a short period of time.

Emphasis on thought.

(Crush belongs to Spudbob on FeralFront. Tully belongs to TearableTrash also on Feralfront)