Presenting Chapter 14, everybody! Home of one of the first big "Oh *bleep*" moments in Portal 2….

Don't Starve © 2013 Klei Entertainment

Portal © 2007 Valve

It had taken a few minutes before they felt comfortable enough to talk again.

"We should be getting close," Wilson told her. "The control panels were in this area before…ah…."

Great—he had brought him up. Again. Why couldn't they get away with never mentioning their tormentor again?

"Then let's hurry," Willow said, deciding to break the awkward silence. "I want to get out of here."

"I second that emotion," Wilson muttered. "Ah, here we are."

He threw himself at the door to get it off its rusted hinges. It didn't budge.

"Come on," she said. "Both of us. One, two, three—"

That did it.

"Wow," she noised, looking around the narrow, circular room with the impossibly high ceiling. "That's a lot of switches."

"Yes," he noised. "We'd do best not to flip any unnecessary ones. Look for one that says 'escape hatch' or something to that effect."

"Like 'eject'?"

"That one would probably be best left alone."

She tilted her head, trying to read in the dim lighting. "I can't really see in this."

"Hmm….Ah, hold on."

A squeaking prompted her to turn. Wilson was levering a computer panel open.

"With a few key connections," he muttered. "I should—ah."

The lights came on.

"We should be able to see what we're doing now," he said.

Something juddered.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Uh," he noised, looking around. "We seem to be turning…."

They began going up.

"Now we're going up," he noted.

"Please stop stating the obvious."

"Hold on, I can fix this." He fiddled with some more wires.

They stopped. "See?" he asked. "Fixed."

They started rising again. "Oh, no…that made it go faster."

"Do something!" she commanded, beginning to feel panic rising. The platform was tripping all the switches—

"Hold on, hold on, I can fix this—work, you stupid piece of—"

They stopped at the top.

In his chamber.

"Wilson," she whispered. Hysteria was setting in—she could feel it.

"Central computing system startup initiated," that annoying announcer declared.

"Wilson!" she shrieked—or she would have, if all her breath hadn't abandoned her.

"Don't panic!" he chided—but he was panicky too. "Come on! Stop! Stop!"

He was ripping wires out, trying to halt the process, but it was inexorable….She watched black trickle down the cables, replacing the ash gray….It reached him—

His hand twitched.

They had to run—but her legs had frozen, her muscles locked in fear. Wilson was shaking too violently to do anything—they're only choice was to run. Quick, before he saw—

His arm was pulling up now, elbow up, other hand gripping a cable and pulling him to a sitting position, his head still hanging—there was still a moment to run—

And then he raised his head, revealing his gaunt face and his black sclera—

And impossibly, yellow irises blinked into existence—

And locked right on them.

Oh, it's you.