'Ello Again!

After three months (Or maybe 4) I looked at the barely-started chapter that this was and said "HEY. Why don't I work on this and not a new Vocaloid fic?" So, that's what I did.

I'm going to honor the one review I got for putting up that AN. I don't even remember who it was. I'm sorry... *Sweatdrop*

Um. This chapter (In my honest opinion) sucks. I'm sorry, but read it anyway! I haven't gotten reviews from the story IN YEARS.

...Not that I'm threatening you to review at gunpoint or something. It's just this gun popped up in my hand. Well.

READ.

Wheatley's POV

Crack.

In a rage, Chell had reached forward and pulled the camera of the wall and threw it into a nearby pit of acid. Unable to stop her, Wheatley had smiled at her. "I tried to tell him," he said, grinning widely.

He didn't say it out loud, but something had definitely changed with both Space and Chell. Space seemed nicer, somehow, and Chell seemed more distant. I guess there's some things I'll never know, he thought sourly. Well, I guess she has a right to hide stuff from me.

Space, however...

That was totally beyond him. He was acting as if Wheatley was someone he was trying to impress, and Chell was another girl in the way. Wheatley snorted. I wonder what he's trying to imply?

Chell was seeming to refuse, point-blank, to stop storming through the test chambers, only pausing at all to answer his questions. "The reason I'm going so fast, you idiot, is because the place is going to blow up!"

"Oh, right. I forgot about that."

Chell sighed. "Moron," she hissed, barely avoiding another one of the increasingly widening gaps in the ground. The death traps were now more mashy-spike-plates and spinny-blade-walls than anything else, following along with Wheatley's plans to kill Chell and GLaDOS.

Caroline? GLaDOS? That rampant AI?

Wheatley grinned awkwardly as Chell waved her hand in front of his face, shattering his thoughts. "Is anyone there?" she asked, a faint smile crossing her face. He blinked rapidly. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, what is it?"

"We're here."

Space's POV

This is taking too long.

The Space Android was lying upside-down on his chair in the control room, playing absentmindedly with his bright blond hair. "Lalalalala, space. Lalalalala. Spaaaace." He'd managed to turn off the intercoms so that the two of them couldn't annoy him as much as they had been doing, but it made him feel more alone than ever. "Hey. Does anyone have some space? Because I really want some space," Space yelled.

"Fact: Space does not exist."

The yellow-eyed android blinked. There, leaning coolly against the metal railing, was the Fact Android. "What? Where'd you come from? Do you have any-" Space was cut off as Fact replied. "I do not have any non-existant 'space'," he said robotically. "And my sensors tell me this place will implode in 11.3 hours if the AI in charge doesn't fix it." His eyes narrowed. "And you are not fit to be the AI in charge."

Great, more people hating me. "Shut up. I'll fix it," Space said, irritated. He sat up straight, or at least tried to, before tumbling onto the ground and smacking his head hard onto the floor below. "Oww," he whimpered, getting up off of the floor and sitting back in his chair, rubbing his head. "Fine! If you think you're so clever, why don't youfix it?"

Fact shook his head. "All cores within this facility are too corrupt to take control of it," he said. "However, there isa human who could fix it." Space frowned, turning to Fact again. "A human?" Fact nodded, his dark pink eyes narrowed. "There's two of them, in fact."

"Let me guess." Space scratched his head, pretending to think. "Oh, wait, aren't there only two humans left here? What were their names again? Oh, right. Wheatley and Chell." Space's bright eyes darkened, turning to an almost solid red. "And how are they going to get here? Easy answer. They can't."Fact ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Well, if you want the place to fall apart-"

"Warning. Facility will self destruct in 11.2 hours."

GLaDOS' POV

GLaDOS pulled her vision out of the camera, watching absently as one of one of RIck's ripped wires sparked. "Yeah, yeah, I know. We need to get you fixed..." She weakly tried to remember where the re-assembly machines were. "Huh. Seems like we have a problem. The only person who knows where the re-assembly machines are... is either dead, or fighting for his life."

Great. I have to go find the moron. But it's the only thing I can do.

"Come on," she muttered. "We might as well go ask." She picked up one Rick's legs and pulled hard, growling in annoyance. "Why can't you just fix yourself?" She snapped.

Then it hit her.

"That's it," GLaDOS whispered, letting Rick go with a clunk."Every AI is fitted with an auto-repair sequence. Of course," she added, "You were corrupt, so..." she set to work, plunging a hand into the tangled mess of wires, her face looking determined.

[Initiating Auto-repair sequence]

[Password:]

[********]

[Initiating...]

A few wires sparked again as they wound around each other in an attempt to fix themselves.

[Repair Sequence at 93%]

[ERROR- File group {SPEECH} Not found. Continue?]

[Repair complete]

"So you can't talk, huh?" GLaDOS said, looking at Rick as his green eyes flickered back to life. "At least you won't bother me as much-" She cut off as Rick began to stand, opening his mouth to say something.

"ERROR."

Rick frowned. "ERROR." He scowled, putting up his middle finger at GLaDOS. "Whoa," she replied. "No 'Thanks for bringing me back from the dead?' Well, I can't say I was expecting it, really, but still. Don't be like that." Rick turned away, his hand over his face.

"Well, we'd better get going. Those two aren't going to save themselves, you know."

Rick turned back around, his eyes narrowed. Fine,He mouthed. Then he stomped past GLaDOS and across the catwalk.

Rick's POV

It's not them I'm scared for...

Damn.

This makes no sense.

Well, hey. At least she didn't throw me over a ledge, guess I gotta thank her for that. Still, though. Can't even fucking talk.

Hey. What's that? Oh, thanks, I know that's the catwalk. I MEANT THAT THING. Oh, turret redemption lines. Helps a whole bunch. Can you stop glaring at me so much?

Great. Why do you have to grin like that? Do you know that I'm mad? Good, because I am! Stop grinning! Actually, don't stop grinning. Please don't stop grinning. But do stop walking ahead of me so much. STOP IT. Agh. Why aren't you letting me see your face?

Whoa! Don't get mad. It's fine, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I pressed the button that splits the catwalk in two. I said- DAMMIT, I'M FUCKING SORRY, ALRIGHT?

Shit.

Why is it that she's the only person who can help. I'd like it more even it were that Space idiot leading me. Hey, Potato! Is this some shit quest to save your daughter and her friend?

Do you care about them more than you care about me?

Well, of course you do. She's your daughter, I'm just the asshole at the end of the line. Sorry. Well, damn, look at that. Testchamber 01. Put the box on the button. Bam, the door's open! Hah, look, I actually did it!

Are you proud of me? Please be proud of me. "Good job!" Hey, thanks, I love you too.

Please don't tell me I said that out loud.

Oh, good. Thank god. Testchamber 02. Box on button. Go through that portal and- HOLY FUCK IS THAT ACID? Damn, this guy is gonna be the death of us. Well, I could pull off a backflip here, but- Oh wait, you solved it.

Good job, gorgeous.

Gotta compliment the ladies.

That's a cute smile you got there. Uh, don't take that the wrong way. Testchamber 03. PORTAL GUNS! Aww, one's broken- Hey, you fixed it- Uh, thanks? You seem snappy. Sorry.

Pickup lines?

'Hey, how long has it been since you've seen a naked guy in a bed?' Wow, that was horrible. Ow, damn you, what was that for? Did I mouth that? Fuck. Sorry for the maybe billionth time. 10 years? Damn, been a while for you. Forget I said that, though.

Testchamber 04. And look, more acid, and mashy-spiky-thingies. Absolutely fucking lovely, don't you think? Whoa. That was fast. Come on? Over there? How the hell do I- Oh, like that. Portal here, portal there, done. FUCK YOU, SPACE-TARD. HAH.

Uh. Well, stuck here in this elevator with you is hard to pull off without sweating.

WHY THE HELL. I'm so...

Dammit.