p style="max-height: 999999px;"strongspan style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"it ain't east fixing something this messed up xD/span/strong/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" Chell was confused to say the least. When she got home from the normal days work-being a mute, she was limited to what she can do, so she works at a small store that sells various things.- to find a message on her phone./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" 'Who would be calling her?'/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" She couldent help but think to herself. No one has ever called her on this phone, seeing as no one really takes much interest in her. What was even stranger still, it was from a unknown caller. No ID or...anything. So, she just played the message. Nothing could have prepared her for what she heard. The voice, No, HIS voice, the one that still haunted her dreams, played on the line./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""chell, if you get this message..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"'it couldent be him. He gone! In space!'/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"she thought frantically./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I'm sorry...I was rude, bossy..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"'This is some kind of cruel .. I HAVE to be asleep!' /span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"she reasoned. What other explanation could there be?/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""...before I die, and I KNOW I am..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"chell pinched her arm, and then figured out that, yes, this was really happening./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"' But!...he's...but it isint...' /span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She had no words(pun not intended) for what she was hearing./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""...okay?...im sorry."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Beeep. Message left at five forty six pm./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"chell was in a panic. Disbelief. Anger, rage, guilt, shame all welled up inside of her. Disbelief because she thought he away gone forever. Anger because of his betrail. Rage because of what he did to her,and guilt because she had let go of him. Shame...because despite all that...she knew she still wanted him back. As small a hope it could be, chell decided she had to go. To see if he's really there. She went to the closet and got her long-forgotton, last keep sake of her time spent at Appature. The long fall boots. She slipped them on, feeling the unconfterable weight and metal Agenst her legs. Sprinting down the stairs, she jumped into her car and drove. Taking one last, long look at her small apartment. Knowing full well she might just be walking into a death trap. She didint care. She had heard his voice,and she wanted to see him again. Flooring the gas pedal, she sped towards the wheat field she had first come from. Only this time, with the intentions of going into the onslaught, NOT coming out./span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" It took her three full days before she reached the small shead. Fear welled up inside her. Dose she dare go back inside?into what very well might be her death? With one final deep breath, she braced herself and jumped into the deep shaft, falling towards the place she had been trying to escape just three years agao./span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" hitting the floor with a resounding Thud, chell took in her surroundings. Covered with ash and metal scraps, the floor was black. The walls the usual dirty but obvious white didint take long for what she had feared to happen. Her presence was found out by none other then GLaDOS. She looked up as the metal claw plucked her from where she was standing at the time. /span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" Obediently she waited to reach her destination, in hopes that the master computer would have mercy. The bright light of GLaDOS's chamber surprised chell,But she paid little attention too it. She wanted answers. After a few minutes of trying she managed to convey her purpose for returning and ask where Wheatley was, the computers optic squinted as the took in chell./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""and why should I tell you? I owe you nothing!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"chell simply crossed her arms and out on her best "this can all be avoided" computer seemingly rolled her /spaneyes, returned in kind. Her voice dripping with dark menace./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""of you want him youll have to go to the incinerator. But don't get your hopes up. He's likely dead by now. Well...not dead, but close to it. When he hit the bottom I made sure to turn the heat to full JUST for him. Good luck."/span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" dropping her, the computer turned away, seemingly focused on something else. Chell heard the all too familiar sound of panels moving and turned to see a hole in the wall,revealing a cat walk, where previously there was none. Taking a deep breath she decended into the incinerator room. Just as she'd thought the master computer, now haveing Caroline in her system, didint just fry her. After about an hour or so of digging through burn ash she heard what she thought was a faint moan. She tried to trace it to its source but without sucsess. /span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" She heard it again, louder this time. its gender unmistaken. It was male. She made the only sound she could altert who ever, or WHATever it was, that she was here. she got an unmistakeable replay in return. A loud groan, too metallic to be human. Excitement welling inside her she continued to make noise until she saw the dim blue light of wheatleys optic. Upon picking him up, she saw just how damaged he really was and started to doubt if he'd be okay. one of his handles Had broken off, and he had singed places all over his small round shape, and most discouraging of all half of his optic didint seem to work. He looked at her, not really seeing for a few moments, before saying/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""c-chell?...is that r-really you?..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"all chell could do was nod, and hold the small metal ball to her chest as the tears started. She couldent help but hope that GLaDOS would have the heart to fix him. Vain as the thought was, she couldent bear to think that the one thing she wanted now might be torn away from her just as soon as she got it back. Chell rushed back to the catwalk that had taken her too the incinerator room, backtracked, and finally ended up in HER chamber. GLaDOS seemed shocked that chell had actually found the little core. Chell looked at the master computer expectantly./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""What? What do you want from ME? You got what you came for didint you!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Haveing no other option, chell tried again, as she had done off and on her entire life -Atleast what she could remember- to speak. This time, tough, it was different./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""f...fix him!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"GLaDOS looked surprised that the girl had made any sound at all. But chell herself was even more shocked. GLaDOS's optic softened somewhat, although still retaining its steely look./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I caint."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"she said simply. Disheartened, chell..broke. Still clutching the broken core, she fell to her knees and began to sob. Letting the tears flow freely. She didint want to believe it, that her best friend, as crazy as he had been, would leave her. This just made GLaDOS feel worse. caroline prodding at her to help them. To find SOMETHING to do for them. GLaDOS began to look around into her older files. Unused and unbidden until now,and found something. As strange as it would be.../span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""there is...one thing."/span/p