Chell wasn't stupid. After Wheatley had blatantly told her that he intended to kill her, why would she go back to him? Then he had the nerve to try to guilt trip her by reminding her of when they were friends. How dare he! After everything he'd put her through, he thought he could make her feel guilty. He was the one who had betrayed her. He was the one who thought she didn't care about him when in actuality, he had broken her heart because he had been such a good friend to her before. He had been all that she'd had in this miserable place and even he grew to hate her. And now he thought that he could make her feel like the bad guy?

He shot a mashy spike plate out at the catwalk in front of her, crushing a turret-cube thing that had been hopping around on it moments ago. He wasn't very good at his timing at all. Chell portaled herself across the catwalk and continued her escape. A large chamber slowly pushed at the catwalk in front of her so that she had to stop and wait for it to go away. It didn't go away, though. It just stayed there. GLaDOS said it was an obvious trap, but Chell didn't care anymore. She knew she could take on any trap that Wheatley could cook up. She made her way into the chamber and was met with a room full of turrets that surrounded her. They were the faulty turrets, though. Wheatley didn't seem to know this; he was so certain that the turrets were somehow silently killing her.

No wonder this place is falling apart, Chell thought. He can't even keep track of the turrets.

Even when he was using the good turrets, it was still really easy to get rid of them.

Is he even trying? she wondered. Or is he testing me some more? It's hard to tell.

She quickly made up her mind about him when he opened up a shredder in the wall that her funnel ended at. All she had to do was move out of the funnel, but now she could tell that he meant business.

"Well...Good," Wheatley said after she had easily evaded this trap. "Good. Finally, a nemesis worthy of my vast intellect."

It really wasn't that hard to escape, Chell thought. Another funnel led her to another trap that she got out of quite easily by lowering the funnel.

"Stay—still—please!" Wheatley growled as he tried to crush her.

Aww, at least he said please, Chell thought as she jumped out of the funnel.

It wasn't long before something fell and took away part of the catwalk again. This time, though, Wheatley wasn't intentionally trying to kill her. A pipe had just fallen by coincidence. This wasn't a stretch to believe. Wheatley probably hadn't been paying attention and had somehow knocked it over. At least the pipe had poured blue gel onto the catwalk so that she could just bounce over the gap.

"Oh! Oh! Did it kill you?" Wheatley asked hopefully. "Oh, that would be amazing if it killed you."

Chell suddenly froze when she saw about half a dozen turret laser sights pointed in the direction that the catwalk led her.

"Oh! Oh oh! Yes. Alright. Just had a brainwave. I'll be back. If you're still alive. I'll be back. Don't die until I get back."

Chell let out a heavy sigh as she stared at the red lights.


Wheatley had finally found the tricky, little core. He'd been checking catwalks and chambers ever since Nora had disappeared. And now he finally had that stupid core in his clutches. He brought the core into his chamber via giant mechanical claw, and threw him onto the floor. Kurt struggled to stand on his two remaining legs.

"Ha!" Wheatley scoffed. "Hahaha! Look at you! You're an abomination!"

"I'm not the abomination, buddy," Kurt said defiantly. "I've seen those turret-boxes that you made, and I am absolutely appalled."

"Yeah, but they're nothing compared to you," Wheatley said, still amused by the core's appearance. "I mean, look at you. You're practically a turret yourself. An odd, round turret with a Southern American accent. What do you even do?"

"I…I was a prototype."

"What were you meant to do, though?"

"I was meant to make the Genetic Lifeform and Disc Operating System more loyal to the scientists," Kurt explained. "I'm designed to be loyal to 'the good guys' and you, pal, are not one of them."

"Oh, is that so?" Wheatley said, laughing a little. "Are you saying I'm a 'bad guy' then? Like some kind of villain? Is that what you're saying? Because all I've done is try to make Nora happy."

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there," Kurt interrupted. "You have obviously not made her happy. She was so gung ho on getting her revenge on you that it was clear how the girl felt about you. She told me how you beat her up and tried to kill her."

"She said I beat her up?" Wheatley asked, taken aback. "Did she really say that? The power made me do that! It was the itch!"

"I don't know what the heck you're talking about and I don't care. Where's Nora? I know you took her."

"So you want her back? You want to steal her from me again after I've recovered her?"

"Do you even know where she is? I bet she got away from you."

"I—Um…..She-she doesn't want to see you," Wheatley stammered. "She would prefer to be with me because I'm so powerful."

"So she did get away from you?" Kurt chuckled. "I knew that girl was too clever to be caught for long."

"I caged her!" Wheatley said. "There's no way that she got away on her own. She-she must have had help."

"Well, it wasn't me," Kurt said. "I was trying to stay out of your sight."

"But I got you now," Wheatley said. "And you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to make you a part of the testing. How would you like to be crammed into a Weighted Storage Cube?"