It had been twenty years since the events of "Portal 2." The scene began with Chelsea riding on her flying disk with her best friend Brandon holding onto her. All of a sudden, Chelsea stopped mid-flight.
"What gives? Why did you stop?" Brandon asked.
"Have you ever thought that the world is hurt because it is God's way of judging us?" Chelsea said.
"What are you going on about now?" Brandon asked as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I'm serious, Brandon," Chelsea said as she leaned back against him. "Just think about it. I've read books. Before the Combines came the first time, the world was horrible. America was a place that put pollution in the air so people could drive cool cars, blocked out the stars so that people could have lights on all night, and allowed people to starve so that they could have more for cheaper prices. The rest of the world was not much better either. Even after the Combines were defeated, the world did not improve by that much. The world was still corrupt and people still starved."
"We will starve if we don't get going," Brandon said pushing her back onto her feet and trying to get her to move along.
"Brandon!" Chelsea said in frustration as she turned around.
"Where are you going with this?" Brandon asked in annoyance at her going on a philosophical tangent.
"All I am saying is that maybe we should just accept our punishment and stop trying to live," Chelsea said despondently. "People certainly have done things deserving death. I don't know why God lets us live sometimes."
"Chelsea, that's horrible!" Brandon said in shock at her attitude. "You know God cares about people, too."
"I know that," Chelsea said. "I just can't help but feel angry about what people have done. Why doesn't he just let us all die? Why doesn't he just come to judge the world now?"
"I know how you feel but remember what Pastor Roberts said," Brandon said. "God is a God of mercy and gave us all a second chance when we didn't deserve it. Even if we abuse our free wills, he is still willing to forgive us. You know that. We have to do the same for others, too. We have to be willing to forgive people when they mess up."
"People are abusive," Chelsea said crossing her arms. "They just keep messing up and they're not always trustworthy, so why keep going? It feels hopeless."
"We can't change what people have done or will do," Brandon said as gently as he could. "All we can do is try to make the world a better place that honors God, people, and nature however we can. God will do the rest. He will do what is right in the end anyway. Jesus will return and punish all evildoers on judgement day. We just have to keep doing what is right and not give up because it is what he wants us to do."
Chelsea thought for a moment about what he said for a moment and realized that he was right. She could not give up on trying to do the right thing just because people were abusive. She had to keep going. They all did.
"I guess you're right, Brandon," Chelsea said sighing in agreement. "Thanks!"
"Can we go now?" Brandon asked sarcastically. "Or do you feel like discussing predestination?"
"You already how I feel about that. I don't need to talk about it anymore. Excuse me for wanting to think and figure out the truth with the help of my brother in Christ! Sheesh!"
"Well, we have to get back before nightfall or else the entire congregation will chew us out."
With that, she started flying again.
"Hey, Brandon!" Chelsea said.
"What?" Brandon replied.
"After the Combines are gone, you think that I could establish myself as queen?" Chelsea asked sarcastically.
"What?" Brandon said not able to suppress his laughter.
"I could be the queen of the new world and make it illegal for anyone to turn on lights at night and prevent me from seeing the stars!" Chelsea said emphatically.
"And if they refuse?" Brandon asked
"Off with their heads!" Chelsea said cheerfully. "It will be a complete dictatorship, and everyone will do as I say or die."
"Holy crap, woman!" Brandon said.
"It was a joke, dude," Chelsea said. "I wasn't being serious."
"You are so bipolar!" Brandon said. "Half the time, I'm not sure there isn't something else wrong with you."
"I could push you off my hover disc at any time and claim it was an accident," Chelsea said teasingly.
"You forget that I can land on my feet and not get hurt," Brandon said.
"Not if your head accidentally gets cut off in the process," Chelsea said creating a blue disc on her left arm and turning to show it to Brandon. "I need practice for when I'm the queen."
"That got morbid really fast," Brandon said.
"Well, then don't insult me," Chelsea said sarcastically while turning back around.
"Calm down, Chelsea," Brandon said in a tone that was slightly more serious for fear that her hyperactivity was getting slightly out of hand. "Quit playing around with your disc before you hurt me. We need to focus and find supplies."
"Okay, whatever," Chelsea said with a smile while dissolving her disc on her arm. "I told you I was kidding. I'm not going to hurt you."
Brandon looked at her with fake scorn.
"Bipolar hippie!" he said.
"Shut up, Grease Lightning!" Chelsea replied.
They smiled and laughed it off.
Chelsea was a half white and half Asian young woman of 18 years. She was wearing a red beaded necklace, sunglasses, a black t-shirt with a silver butterfly on it over a grey tank top, a green jacket, blue jeans, fingerless leather gloves, and white boots that she was borrowing from her mother. Her most notable feature was her bright blue eyes which contrasted strongly with her below shoulder length black hair that was almost always pulled back. Brandon was a 22 year old half-white, half-Mexican man with brown hair and brown eyes wearing a white tee shirt, sunglasses, jeans, black boots, and a black leather jacket which was the reason that Chelsea called him Grease Lightning. He had a long face with brown eyes and the start of a goatee on his chin. They were both carrying backpacks and gym bags in order to haul back supplies to their home.
They were also both mutants. Chelsea had the ability to create blue force fields with her hands. She could also use the energy disks as weapons or make one at her feet to fly on. Brandon had the ability to completely control his density. One second, he could make himself dissolute enough to walk through walks and the next second he could make himself harder than a diamond.
Chelsea was by nature deeply philosophical and a deep thinker who was not afraid of being passionate or smart or letting others know how she felt. She loved nature, she loved art, she loved reading books, she loved photography, and she loved to do anything that allowed her to pursue her own curiosity or creativity. Chelsea was smart and enjoyed thinking. However on the same token, she also loved people. Perhaps if circumstances were different, she would have been more of an introvert, but because of her constant acceptance from friends, family, and spiritual family, she had grown a deep love for them. Chelsea enjoyed being with other people and having fun with them as much as she enjoyed being by herself. Furthermore, she was a great listener and an excellent peacemaker. Chelsea was accepting and kind so she was the one who everyone could talk to and who everyone turned to help with disputes. She hated fighting between people. To sum it up, she was book smart and people smart. She could also be both smart and really deep one minute while being funny and goofy with people in the next. It was for that reason that Brandon called her bipolar. She had the ability to be both extremes at once. Chelsea also had a bad case of ADHD and as a result a high distractibility and hyperactivity which meant she had a poorer sense of self-control.
Her friend Brandon was more even-tempered than Chelsea was. Whenever Chelsea got too upset about anything, he was the one to bring her back to reality. He was a good listener, he had a good deal of common sense, and he had a good deal of patience. It also helped that he was by nature a happy and good-humored man to begin with. It was remarkable since Brandon had had a sad back story. His mother had left the family when he was only two years old. However from his father, he had learned to have a positive outlook on life and very good sense of humor. Unfortunately though, he also had a tendency to be judgmental of others and was impatient with people who did wrong because of the pain that the divorce gave his father. Furthermore, Brandon was also really funny and often made Chelsea laugh. He looked after her like her older brother. He was also in love with the style of the 1950's which was why he always wore his leather jacket.
They were going on a routine mission to find supplies to bring back to the abandoned hotel complex in the country that their church's congregation called home. Due to the invasion of the Combines and the enslavement of humanity, they hid themselves as far away from cities as possible in an area in the northern Michigan peninsula. Their church was called the First Church of Christ. It was small, only about 50 people in total but it was a close knit group full of kind and somewhat odd people. They had been based in the inner city suburbs in Detroit but after the invasion of the Combines Pastor Roberts feared that the leaders of humanity were too cowardly and advised his congregation to follow him to the country. They did and had him and God to thank for their freedom. Over the years after running into other survivors and having children, their numbers had swelled to 70. Roberts was not only a special leader for his foresight, his kindness, his spiritual wisdom, and his insight, but he like Chelsea and Brandon was a mutant as well. He had the ability to generate electricity from his body, an extremely useful power for the survivors.
There were ten mutants in the group. For instance, Chelsea's father was telepathic, while Brandon's father was a healer. There were other mutants that could do other things too around the world. No one was quite sure how this had come about. The main theory was that because of all the radiation in the air from previous alien wars the genes of humans had been mutated in a way that was very beneficial for them. It was an act of God. That's how they described it at least.
After flying for about half an hour longer, Brandon and Chelsea spotted some huge abandoned buildings that looked like a large facility of some sort.
"What do you think this place is?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know," Chelsea said. "Maybe this is where the government used to experiment on aliens."
"That's Area 51 and that's in New Mexico," Brandon said. "Anyway, let's see if we can find anything valuable in there."
"I don't think we should," Chelsea said in a sudden burst of fear.
"Why not?" Brandon asked.
"I know this may sound weird but I am getting some really bad vibes from this place," Chelsea said. "I don't know what it is but there is something up about this place."
"That is weird," Brandon said. "You usually never get paranoid about going anywhere."
"I know," Chelsea said. "It's usually you getting paranoid."
"Listen, let's just go in there and see what we can find so we can get going quickly," said Brandon.
"Alright," Chelsea replied hesitantly.
With that, Chelsea flew them down to the ground just past the front gates. They continued to hover several inches above the ground as they reached the front building that was apparently an office area of some sort. Brandon wrapped his arms around Chelsea, and they phased through the locked doors.
Unbeknownst to them, they were being seen by a yellow robotic eye.
"Incredible," the female, mechanical voice said. "I must observe them further."
Meanwhile, Chelsea and Brandon entered the rooms, took of their sunglasses, put down their bags, and Chelsea created dozens of little orbs of light with her fingers to light up the place. It appeared to be a waiting room of some sort.
"This place is old," Brandon said. "There's not even a TV set up here."
Chelsea looked at something and her eyes lit up.
"Holy crap!" she exclaimed.
"What is it now?" asked Brandon.
"National Geographic Magazines," she said excitedly holding up the magazines from the table. "I love these things! Look, they have pictures from Australia! I'm going there one day. You know they say that the stars down there look different from the stars up here because of the difference in hemispheres. I'm going to see them for myself."
"What about your plans to rule the earth…and the Combines?" Brandon asked bringing her back to reality.
"Details, details, it's not wrong to have dreams," Chelsea replied in annoyance as he continued to search around. "Also, you know I was just kidding about wanting to rule the world right? It would be way too much work, and besides, politics suck."
Chelsea looked down at the magazines and said "Whoa! These ones are really old. They're from the 1990's."
"Why use them then?" Brandon asked.
"They're like history books," Chelsea said looking at him. "You can find out about what life was like back then. It's good educational material for the little ones. Oh, and look, here are some science journals, too. Sylvie will like these."
"You are talking about Sylvie, right?" Brandon asked as she looked away. "I thought she was into engineering."
"She's into scientific things in general," Chelsea informed him as she continued looking through the magazines. "I promised her that I would bring her whatever books I could find about it. There are some fashion magazines in here, too. Holy shit! Did people actually use to dress like that?"
"You can look at the magazines later," Brandon said. "We need to find other supplies, Chelsea."
"Fine! Sheesh!" Chelsea said sarcastically stuffing all the magazines into her backpack. "Let's see what treasure trove of supplies we can find."
"Let's see what's in those desks," Brandon said.
They began to search the front desk of the lobby for supplies.
"What a surprise! Pens and pencils," Chelsea said very sarcastically as she put the supplies in her bag. "At least, we will never run out of writing supplies."
"Ready to move on?" Brandon asked.
"Sure," Chelsea said.
They mounted Chelsea's hover disc and Brandon phased through the wall as the orbs dissolved behind her.
"Thank God! There are more offices!" she exclaimed sarcastically as she created more light orbs to light up the room. "Surely, we have found a gold mine of writing supplies! I can continue scrapbooking forever! My fears have been alleviated!"
Brandon just chuckled to himself at her silliness.
They landed and began to rummage once more finding nothing but pens and pencils and office supplies in general.
The yellow mechanical eye continued to stare through the security cameras.
"Her shoes, they are just like hers," she said. "I wonder…"
"Hey," Brandon began as they prepared to go search another desk. "I've been meaning to ask. How's your Mom? Is she okay? I heard she had a nightmare."
"Yes," Chelsea began sadly stopping what she was doing. "She woke up screaming around midnight last night. I was outside photographing the stars. It scared the crap out of me. I ran in and Dad, Sylvie, and Pastor Roberts were all there calming her down. She fell asleep after a few hours, but Dad thought it would be better if she took the day off. Sylvie and her are back home hanging out now."
"I am so sorry," Brandon said putting her hand on her shoulder understanding her concern.
"Don't be," Chelsea said waving his hand away. "She's actually doing a lot better than she used to. She used to never talk at all. Then she woke up screaming one night and let no one approach her, but my Dad came forward, read her mind, and the rest is history. She has gone from not talking at all, to only talking to my Dad, to talking openly about it all the time, to being happy with life, and finally to rarely having nightmares at all. She found God, married my Dad, had me, and became friends with everyone in the congregation."
"That's wonderful," Brandon said. "God has really been good to her."
"He has," Chelsea said. "I'm amazed at how far she's come. My Mom is a strong lady. How else could she have survived under that bitch for all those years?"
Her demeanor grew dark as she continued, "You know it's people like her that make me wonder why God has so much mercy on humanity. How could anyone be so cruel to a person? Use them like a toy for entertainment? All in the name of science? I hate her. I used to pray that God would give me an opportunity to kill her myself so that she would receive judgement for all the horrible things she has done to my mother and everyone else."
"I know how you feel," Brandon said as he put both hands on her shoulders. "I feel the same way about my mother. However, you have to believe that God will bring her to justice. You can trust that, but you can't live out your life hating her. It will just poison you. You have to forgive her like God wants to…eventually."
"Eventually," she agreed. "Anyways, let's get on with this. I want to get back to see how my Mom is doing."
"I'll tell you what," Brandon said pulling his hands off of her. "How about we have a quick, cursory look of the place to see if there's anything glaringly obvious that we should pick up and then go home? We can come back when your Mom feels better. It's no big deal. We can always just bring back some fish from the lake anyway."
Chelsea hugged Brandon and smiled.
"Thanks, Brandon!" Chelsea said.
With that, they took off once again. They mostly flew through offices as first. Eventually though, Brandon and Chelsea flew through rooms that looked a bit different. They were covered with white tiles, red buttons, lasers, et cetera. There were other areas that had nothing at all but was just open space. The layout was bizarre.
"This place is weird. What is it? Some kind of weapons testing facility?" Brandon asked.
Chelsea remained silent. A cold, icy feeling had come over her. She did not know why, but she felt as if she had seen these images before in a nightmare of some sort. The facility was much larger than either of them had anticipated. She couldn't understand her feelings until she glanced the words, "The cake is a lie" scrawled on the wall just as Brandon phased them through another wall through another large space and into a large grey room.
Then she stopped her hover disc, turned Brandon around, and grabbed his shoulders.
"We have to get out of here now," said Chelsea still partly in shock.
"Why?" asked Brandon.
"I know why I've felt sick ever since we arrived," Chelsea said growing more and more hysterical. "This is the place that Mom used to always talk about. I remember now. I remember the white testing chambers and the sulfuric water. It is all like she said. Don't you see? THIS IS THE PLACE THAT TORTURED HER FOR YEARS. This is the place where that monster lives. This place is…"
"Aperture Science," said a cold, feminine mechanical voice.
They turned around suddenly to see the large white and black robotic entity that Chelsea's mother always described.
"GLaDOS," said Chelsea, her face turning white with fear.
"That's right," said GLaDOS. "I've been waiting to meet you formally."
"How…?" Chelsea managed to get out.
"I've been watching you ever since you arrived," GLaDOS said.
GLaDOS moved in closer and studied Chelsea with her eye. Chelsea could feel her heart in her throat. She could not believe what was happening but knew that they had to run.
"Simply extraordinary," GLaDOS began. "To think that that lunatic actually has had a child."
"What are you talking about?" Chelsea demanded.
"Your mother, Chell," GLaDOS replied. "You know I had always been faintly curious to know what her child would look like should she ever actually find a mate to reproduce with. You're not that far off from what I imagined except for the freakish superpowers of course. You look a lot like her except for the black hair, slanted eyes, and lighter skin. You have the same blue eyes that she did."
GLaDOS then sighed and said, "I'm glad that she hasn't forgotten about me after all these years."
"So, you've been eavesdropping, too," Chelsea retorted as she began to feel herself getting angry.
"Yes, but that does not matter now," GLaDOS said. "What I want to know is how you got those extraordinary powers. I have never seen any other humans who can do what you two can."
"Wouldn't you like to know," Chelsea replied spitefully. "We are leaving!"
With that, Chelsea and Brandon began flying towards the ceiling, but GLaDOS flung her claw in front of them.
"How impetuous!" GLaDOS said. "You really are her child. You have her horrible manners. You two have given me new scientific opportunities. I do not want you to leave. Think of all the science."
"Excuse me," Chelsea said feeling the anger rise up. "But I don't recall ever saying that I gave the smallest amount of shit for anything you wanted!"
With that, Chelsea created another disc with her left hand and cut GLaDOS's claw off. As GLaDOS watched it hit the floor in shock, the two flew faster towards the ceiling.
"Chelsea, you moron," Brandon yelled. "You didn't have to do that! You just pissed her off!"
"I don't care! She deserved it!" Chelsea yelled back.
They were almost at the ceiling and that was when GLaDOS made her next move.
"Look out!" Brandon yelled.
Chelsea turned quickly to see GLaDOS wrapping the electrical wire that the claw was formerly attached to around her foot. She had just enough time to push Brandon off the disk and begin to create a small shield when GLaDOS stuck the electrical wire against her skin. Chelsea heard herself scream as she felt God knows how many volts of electricity go through her body. The whole event lasted around ten seconds but to Chelsea it felt much longer. GLaDOS finally unwrapped the wire from her leg, Chelsea's hover disc vanished, and she and all the bags fell to the ground. She landed on her feet and then fell on her right side. She was still awake but was too hurt to really move. She was almost paralyzed. She could feel GLaDOS stare at her.
"Your boyfriend was right you know," GLaDOS said. "It really is a bad idea to make me angry. You're lucky that I don't want you dead, you little monster."
Brandon hardened himself enough so that he had landed without getting hurt.
GLaDOS was impressed and said, "Amazing! You can make yourself harder, too."
Brandon looked on to see his best friend limp and almost lifeless.
"You monster!" he screamed. "Chelsea!"
Chelsea created a force field around her body. Then she called out to Brandon.
"Get under here!" Chelsea yelled.
Brandon started running towards her, but GLaDOS was not about to let them get back together. Turrets seemed to pop out of nowhere to get in his way. Brandon tried to phase through them and dodge them as best he could.
In desperation, Chelsea began telepathically calling to her Dad. Fortunately, her Dad responded.
"Chelsea?" he said. "I'm here with your mother. You sound awful. What's wrong? What's happening?"
"Dad," Chelsea began. "I'm so sorry. Brandon and I didn't mean to, but we found her. We found Aperture Science and we're now fighting GLaDOS."
"Oh, my God! Are you serious?" Zaki replied in fear.
"Yes, we didn't know what it was when we were going in but I had a bad feeling," Chelsea said quickly in her mind. "I should have made us turn back. I made her mad. Now, I'm hurt and Brandon's fighting her. We need help. She wants to experiment on us."
"Chelsea, calm down. It's not your fault," she heard her Mom say calmly. "We are coming for you."
"No, Mom!" Chelsea replied in guilt. "Don't face her! I don't want her to hurt you again."
"Don't worry about me," Chell said firmly. "Just worry about yourself. Don't give into her and let her make you afraid. Be strong and pray. Don't let her crush you."
"I'll be strong like you, Mom," Chelsea promised.
"I love you," Chell said tenderly.
"I love you, too," Chelsea said as tears welled up in her eyes.
"We will gather the other mutants and head your way. Stay in contact, Chelsea, and for God's sake, don't let GLaDOS know that you're talking to us," said her Dad.
"I won't, Dad," Chelsea said. "Come soon."
Then, their communication ceased.
Brandon finally phased through the robots and started running for Chelsea. Unfortunately, GLaDOS was right behind him with her other claw.
"Brandon, behind you!" Chelsea screamed.
Brandon turned around too late. GLaDOS tapped him on the head with her claw, and he collapsed unconscious.
"No!" yelled Chelsea as she grew wide-eyed with fear.
GLaDOS called out, "Blue, Orange, come take him to the medical lab while I deal with her. The doctor robots I assembled should be there by now. Come back with the gurney so that you can carry her more easily."
A tall orange-eyed robot and a shorter blue-eyed robot walked into the room. Each of them took one side of Brandon and carried him out of the room while Chelsea watched helplessly.
"No! Leave him alone! Stop!" Chelsea screamed helplessly.
"Calm down," said GLaDOS. "He'll be fine. You will just wear yourself out faster if you keep screaming like that."
GLaDOS moved closer to her shield and appeared to be examining it.
"Get your ugly mug away from me," Chelsea said angrily.
"You're much more vocal than your mother ever was," GLaDOS said in observation.
"You're going to pay for this," Chelsea said while trying to keep up a brave face. "The judgment of God comes to all evildoers and you are no exception."
"I've heard better speeches from the turrets," GLaDOS said sarcastically as she pulled back and turned on the water sprinklers attached to the ceiling.
The whole floor quickly became wet. Chelsea's force field blocked the water from the ceiling, but there was water streaming under her as a result of the cracks and lines in the floor.
"What is she doing?" Chelsea thought to herself. "Is she just trying to annoy me by making me wet?"
"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not," Chelsea said staring directly into GLaDOS's eye. "You will be stopped. You will not defeat me. You won't hurt us like you did my mother. I will escape! I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Atlas and P-Body come back through the side door with the gurney. Chelsea turned her head to see them.
"Don't come in! Wait a moment and I will bring her to you," GLaDOS said to them.
"What are you talking about?" Chelsea said as she turned her head to face GLaDOS once more.
Chelsea looked up to see GLaDOS wielding her broken, clawless wire that had sparks flying out of it just one foot above the watery floor. She moved the wire closer and closer to Chelsea's force field until she stopped it just in front of her face. Chelsea was too hurt to move or make a disc to lift herself off the ground so all she could do was freeze in fear.
"So you want to kill me, too?" GLaDOS said in a cold, mocking voice. "How original."
Chelsea's eyes followed the wire as she slowly lowered it to the floor. She tried to keep a strong face like her mother would even though her body was shaking uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and braced for the pain.
"Good luck," GLaDOS said as she touched the wire to the floor.
Chelsea was electrocuted immediately and passed out from the shock. GLaDOS pulled the wire up as soon as she saw her force field disappear. GLaDOS moved in closer to make sure she was still alive.
"Good," she said in satisfaction. "You're still breathing. You're a strong one like your mother. I am so going to enjoy our time together."
She picked up Chelsea's limp body with one of her other claws and handed her to the robots.
"Take her to the medical lab," GLaDOS said. "Before they do anything else, make sure they collect a blood sample from her and her friend for analysis. After that, they can treat her wounds and make sure they are both stabilized. I'll be there soon. I just need to open up new files and input some data for our new test subjects."
After placing her on the gurney, Atlas and P-Body pushed it until they finally reached the extremely large medical lab. When they arrived, the five red and white, one-eyed doctor robots had already collected a blood sample from Brandon who was also there lying on a gurney without his jacket and a blood-stained bandage on his right arm. Atlas and P-Body got out of the way standing near the revolving doors as the doctors prepared to do the same thing to Chelsea.
The doctor robots pulled off Chelsea's jacket and gloves. One of them then held up her right arm as another one collected a sample of blood. That being done, her wound was bandaged as they labeled the tube of her blood and put it with Brandon's in a machine in order to be analyzed.
After the robots bandaged her and turned their attention to their preparations for the moment, Chelsea's eye lids opened. She looked around and noticed that her jacket and gloves were gone and that her right arm had a bandage with a blood stain on it. She felt too weak to move at all and just looked around for a moment to take in her surroundings. Her senses were dulled because of her injuries so besides the fact that she was in a medical lab she could not figure out what else was going on. She then looked to her left and noticed that her gurney was right next to Brandon's.
"Brandon," she whispered deliriously and weakly as she tried moving her left hand to touch him. "Brandon, wake up. We have to go. Brandon…"
Unfortunately, it was when her left hand was on the rail of her gurney that one of the robots moved Brandon's gurney away out of her sight.
"No," Chelsea whispered in despair as she reached her hand over the gurney rail for him. "Bring him back please. Don't take him away."
"She's awake, you morons," GLaDOS said over the intercom. "I didn't think I had to tell you to make sure she stayed unconscious, too. For God's sake, you are doctors. Aren't you?"
It was then that the other doctor robots saw that Chelsea was awake and there was an uproar as they scrambled to find a tranquilizer for her like they had for Brandon.
"No," Chelsea whispered as she tried to reach for him again with her left hand as her body ached intensely from the effort. "Don't take him away. He's my best friend. Don't take him away please."
It was then that P-Body stepped in her line of sight and grabbed onto her left hand. He held it in his right hand gently as he began to tenderly stroke it with his other hand in a comforting gesture. It took Chelsea aback completely. The look in his eye was warm and comforting like he was trying to reassure her that everything was going to be alright though his hands and the room were completely cold.
"What are you doing?" Chelsea said in an even weaker whisper as she stared on in dazed confusion. "Why are you being so gentle? Where did Brandon go? Is he coming back?"
A doctor robot finally found the tranquilizer and filled a syringe with it as P-Body continued to stand there and stroke her hand honestly wanting to comfort her while knowing what they were going to do to her was probably not good.
"Are you going to say anything at all?" Chelsea asked weakly. "He's my brother in Christ. You have to get him back for me. We have to leave and go home together. We have to return to our family."
"This will be your home now, my test subject," GLaDOS said in a falsely comforting tone as the doctor robot walked over with the tranquilizer. "You are not ever leaving, but don't worry. We will be your family now. I will be your mother since you are most likely never seeing your biological mother again, and right now, mother is putting you down for a nice, long nap while she gets some work done. As for your brother, maybe if you two behave, you will get to play together again."
"No," Chelsea whispered in reaction as a few tears fell from her eyes. "Don't do this, God…"
Atlas helped the doctor robot this time as he held her right arm down so that he could stick the syringe into the correct vein.
"Please," Chelsea whispered to P-Body while they injected the serum into her body. "I can't stay. Must go home. Must go…"
Chelsea fell asleep as P-Body continued to hold her hand and look at her in pity and for once in his life confusion at the orders he was following.
"Good work, Orange," GLaDOS said. "You did a great job distracting her. Now come along. I have more work for you and Blue to do."
Atlas tugged on P-Body's left arm, and he slowly put Chelsea's hand back on her chest. As the doctor robots wheeled her away deeper into the lab, P-Body looked after her in concern for a second before finally turning to follow Atlas. Before they could exit the room completely however, GLaDOS gave them another order.
"Actually, I want you to wait there for a few minutes," GLaDOS said. "There is something I need you to do for me first."
P-Body and Atlas entered the room again and waited. After about a minute, two doctor robots walked back with two large, white duffel bags. They handed the bags to each of the robots and walked back into the lab. Atlas and P-Body opened the bags to find that Atlas was carrying the bag with Brandon's clothes while P-Body was carrying the bag with Chelsea's. P-Body reached into the bag and picked out her red necklace.
"I need you to take the clothes to a place I will give you directions to," GLaDOS said waking them from their thoughts. "Once you get there, I will give you more instructions for what I want you to do, but before you go, come back to my chamber. I need you to give me the necklace."