Sorry this one is kinda short... From this point on the perspective will mainly be focusing on Wheatley. I just wanted to add in this little Chell part before continuing :) Again... apologies for the shortness.

I woke from my light slumber to the sound of blaring fanfare. Confetti rained down around me from a distributor that had slid in place above my head. I sat up alarmed, looking around unsettlingly. A pair of panels in the wall slid aside and a large monitor took their place. The picture on the monitor was a cake and a turret. The turret danced silently, wearing a colorful cone shaped hat. Bold words were flashing above the small scene.
"Happy 96.5th anniversary, Aperture science!" the screen suddenly went static after a few seconds, reappearing with GLaDOS's face.
"I was puttering around in Aperture's history records," she said through the speakers. "And today is the facility's ninety-sixth and a half anniversary," more confetti fell from above. "I got more confetti after you left for a celebration party I had," I rested my head on my knees and looked at my feet. "What? I just got excited! I didn't have to deal with you anymore,"
"Then why don't you let me go again or kill me or-"
"You're the one who decided to waddle back down here," I glared at the monitor, she stared back amused it seemed.
"Don't you remember when we were allies? You would have let me go then, hell, you did! Please, I just want to leave,"
"Why were you so bent on getting your gun back?" She asked, abandoning my plea. I shifted uneasily. Glade's sensed my anxiety and her voice transformed to acid. "You found something, didn't you?" I attempted to keep a straight face, but my rigid, silent exterior screamed I had something to hide. "I'll be back," Glade's slid off screen.
Cursing myself, I hung my head in my hands. She's probably going to find out about those shelters I found, and she'll never let me go back. I was rehearsing my poker face when Glade's reappeared on the monitor.
"A little bit of research tells me that there IS something out there. You found the shelters of the Generations of Testing initiative. Am I right?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes, ratifying her question, in charge of the whole damn place and you don't even know about that. "There's another reason why I should let you stay, to keep you from exploring in places you should really keep your nose out of," the monitor sank back into the wall and the panels resumed they're position. I held back the urge to tell her that I already knew about my parents, but I held my tongue and flopped back onto the bed, my head hanging limp over the edge, staring at my blackish room upside-down.

My mind began to battle itself. If I would have just stayed and tried to figure out a way to follow that tunnel without the aid of a gun, I wouldn't be back in this hole.

But that is impossible. The fence blocking the path seemed bolted tightly and securely.

Then again the place was old, there might have been a weak link.

That seemed unlikely though.

The thing that kept returning in my mind was the small crew of mine I left up on the surface. Are they still up there, not even questioning my disappearance? If that was the case, it didn't surprise me.

I rolled over onto my stomach and closed my eyes. What would happen if they came looking for me? They probably wouldn't make it past the threshold before deciding to turn back. Rick said he didn't want to return to this place, I'm sure the others agreed with that notion. The group is probably squatting up there wondering when I would come back, thinking that my return would be soon. They would be amused to find that I was stuck- and actually wishing for they're help.