Hi again! Sorry for the wait. The Sherlock fandom kidnapped me and tied me to a chair.
"Laboratory corruption in 48 hours." I shivered. That was another voice that I didn't miss from my testing days. The Announcer.
"Eh… What was that?" Wheatley asked. "Because it didn't sound very good. Unless it was! Or… Maybe not. But, it could be! Or, not. Are we going to die?" His voice slowly got smaller and smaller, until he sounded very nervous.
"To put the situation in simple terms," Caroline stated, "Yes. We are going to die." Wheatley made a squeaking noise. Apparently, he can change his personality from brave to terrified, very quickly. "This is what I needed you for. Come on, follow me so we can sit down."
Caroline ( I decided to call her that after some thought, it was much better that GLaDOS anyways… ) lead us down many corridors, her heels clicking rhythmically on the cold, tile floor. She was going very fast, and seemed nervous, and she kept dodging certain paths. I decided to ask her once we got to wherever she was leading us.
Eventually the walking came to an end, and we emerged in a small room. It had light orange wallpaper and a tan carpet over the tile flooring. There was a computer on a desk with a swivel chair in the corner, and two, small loveseats pushed up against the wall. There was a winding staircase by the door. Wheatley immediately threw himself on one of the couches, sighing with over exaggeration. I sat down next to him with a tiny grin. Caroline took the chair.
"Now. Tell us what's going on." I stated, watching her crimson eyes dart around the room. "And explain thoroughly. Don't leave anything out." She nodded, and fixed her gaze to me.
"Well. Almost right after I changed into Caroline, the facility started shutting down. Turrets rebelled, tanks of neurotoxin exploded, and test chambers just, kind of, fell apart."
"Is that why you were avoiding certain hallways?" I asked.
"Yup. You never can be too careful with poisonous gas and turrets…" Caroline muttered in reply. "I've closed off most of the facility, it's way too dangerous. And, Wheatley, what you heard was… Well… Our doomsday timer." She chuckled softly at his slightly horrified expression. "I'm sure you're all familiar with The Announcer?" Wheatley and I nodded. "Well, he's rebelling too, and now I don't even have my voice to try to control him."
"So… Just… Go." I retorted stubbornly. Realizing that I had repeated her last words to me when she was GLaDOS, my eyes grew large with surprise, but I continued anyways. "Into the city, I mean. You look normal, except for your eyes, but we can fix that with sunglasses. As for humanity being slowly destroyed… I can show you parts of Michigan that aren't wrecked."
Caroline gave me a sour look. "I can't." She seemed to struggle with her words. "Aperture is my life. My only life. There's nothing out there for me. And, besides, a captain always goes down with the ship, right?" She gave us a weak smile, and clasped her shaking hands together.
"But, you're not the captain." Wheatley blurted out suddenly, surprising both of us. "Cave Johnson is."
Caroline's eyes looked bright again as she replied, "For a complete and utter moron you catch on quickly." He looked shocked. "I'm only joking Wheatley. I don't intend to insult you anymore." He sighed. "But, you're correct. And that's why he's going to help us."
Yeah… That was too short, I know. Sorry :( More reviews = Happy me = Longer chapters! Yaaay! Oh and, I looked up the location of Aperture, and it said Michigan. So… If I'm wrong, blame Wikipedia :\