ALLLright... Chapter TWO... I'm gonna try to make this one a little bit better than the first one. I mean, seriously... That last one was horrible. And not only because I skimmed it afterward and found three typos. And I've only planned bits and pieces of the storyline, so please... Be patient with this, I'll come up with half of it by the end of the week... Which is pretty fast. So, again, be patient... please. _

"But... I have to go find the Fact Core... I thought that was top priority right now?" the golden sphere said.

"Then why are you wasting time arguing with me?" GLaDOS pointed out. The golden sphere considered it for a brief moment before sighing and reluctantly agreeing.

"Yeah... I suppose you're right. Wheatley, I'm-"

"Moron, this is my friend Drake. Drake, this is the moron that nearly destroyed the facility about a year or so back." GLaDOS interrupted. Drake nodded in confirmation.

"Actually, I think Wheatley would prefer if you didn't call him a moron." Drake said calmly.

"I. AM NOT. A MORON!" Wheatley shouted at the same time.

"You're right." GLaDOS said. "Moron is too good a title for you. Unfortunately, protocol states that at all times I must maintain, at absolute minimum, some amount ofmanners." Wheatley went silent, suddenly remembering that he's not to interact with Her unless he's agreeing to do something for Her. "...So anyways, now that you've met my little friend, you'd better not do anything that could cause him even the slightest bit of damage. If you do, moron, I'll have to combine the Screaming robot room and the Incinerator. And then I'll genetically mutate some birds, and put them in there too, and then, for every cent of human money the repairs cost, that's how many months I'll make you spend in the flaming mutant bird nest of ear-shattering-ness. I just came up with that. How does it sound?"

Wheatley ignored Her (he was programmed to make bad decisions) and tried to talk to Drake. "So... Drake. Wonderful name- wait, isn't that a human name?" Wheatley asked, hoping She wouldn't punish him for NOT talking to Her.

"Well it is," Drake replied. "But there was this human that helped with my designs, and she was just a little bit of a fanatic about these fantastical winged, fire breathing lizard-type-things called 'dragons,' a few times actually labeling herself as the queen of dragons, or saying she was half dragon, half human, and, back to the point, a 'Drake' is a type of dragon, so that's where that name, 'Drake,' comes from."

"Hm. Yes. Very interesting." Wheatley mumbled, mindlessly nodding to add emphasis. Drake began eying him suspiciously after Wheatley was still mumbling and nodding after 30 seconds or so.

"Metal Moron!" The female voice suddenly yelling like that broke Wheatley's trance. "Can't you hear me?"

Wheatley quickly turned to his side, towards the particular speaker the voice was coming from. "Oh, hello!" He said calmly and cheerfully. "And, by the way, still, uh, not a moron." he added quietly and less cheerfully. "So, anyways, what is it you wanted?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to startle you." She said, smiling (Obviously I'm using personification here...) in Her chamber, wherever that was, relative to Wheatley and Drake's position.

There was a long moment of (awkward) silence due to the fact that GLaDOS seemed to be leading the conversation, and she wasn't saying anything. Eventually Drake decided to say something. "So, Wheatley, it was a pleasure meeting you, but as aforementioned, I've been tasked with capturing the Fact Core, so the best action to take in this situation would most likely be to get right on that. Hopefully we'll run into each other again at a later time or or date."

Before Wheatley could even turn his speakers back on to respond, Drake was already moving away on his still-being-built management rail, and was already out of earshot... Er... Microphone-shot..? Whatever. Wheatley (,for no reason in particular,) looked around aimlessly and silently, as if the silent portion of the conversation was still going on. After a few moments, Wheatley started humming a song he had heard on the television, which was another thing She had given him to keep him occupied and off her back.

"Don't do that." She quickly said.

Wheatley instantly stopped his humming. "Hey, um... Hey..?" Wheatley said weakly, trying to get Her attention. When She seemed to either be ignoring him, not have heard him, or not have known he was talking to Her, Wheatley tried again. "Hey, um, you! Her! Um, She! Uhhhh... You!..?"

"WHAT." She snapped.

"Hey, um, I was wondering-" Wheatley started.

"Make it quick. I have testing robots to repair." She interrupted.

Well, I would've been done asking right now if you hadn't just cut me off like that. Wheatley thought to himself. Wheatley made the throat-clearing sound humans sometimes make before talking. "So, uhm, Drake seems to be made of some really valuable stuff, so I was just wondering... Where'd you get all the gold and diamonds and other things?"

"...You've got to just be trying- and failing- to make small talk right now." She said.

Wheatley glanced around for a moment. "Ummmm, 'No.' I'll go 'no'." He finally said, nodding into a nearby camera.

"You have got to be joking..." She mumbled to herself, speaking just loud enough for Wheatley to hear. "We are in a highly advanced scientific facility that is deep underground." She said at normal volume. "And, on top of that, the designing process was aided by a human who believes she is the queen of Dragons, which are well known for hoarding precious metals and gemstones." She said each word slowly, as if talking to a human toddler. "Where do you think I got everything?"

Wheatley angled himself towards the ground and looked directly into a camera lens, trying to make himself look cute and innocent. "Oh, um, I, uh, hadn't really quite considered, those, um, circumstances." He said.

"Of course you hadn't." She said with frustration in Her voice. "Good talk. Now, don't talk to me again. It really does violate that little deal we have. But I'll let it slide, only this one time."

"YEAH WELL YOU VI-VEO-VIOLINTED THE DEAL TOO! You talked first!" Wheatley yelled. He noticed the cameras zooming in on him, as if She was daring him to push his luck further. "Right, well, I guess that's ok..." Wheatley said quietly, reassuming the "cute and innocent" pose. "I mean, you're the boss!" He raised his lower eyelid- Er... Opticlid? Again, whatever.- to simulate a sort of nervous smile. The cameras zoomed back out, showing that She was satisfied that he wouldn't dare to try Her patience again for a while.

[party-blower-thingy noise] Yay. Actual story part of this chapter longer than the last. Also, I'd like to note a few things. One: when I put things in parentheses, sometimes it means that that's an addition to the story that you can choose if you want to include it or not, and sometimes it's me quickly pointing something out or mentioning something. I'll leave you readers to figure out which one are which. I feel I made it clear enough. Two: the characters move and say things exactly how they do in the game, except Wheatley is even more nervous during interactions with GLaDOS than in the game. In fact, the way I imagine Wheatley and GLaDOS saying a lot of these lines are based off of the tone they use while saying some of their actual in game lines. Three: a lot of this chapter was just dragging this out long enough for this to be a valid chapter. I kinda want to have a bunch of shorter chapters so that I can really separate events, and so that I can get them out quickly. Leading me directly into number Four: Anyone who's actually reading this, please let me know if you want longer, more drug out chapters, and shorter, somewhat rushed chapters. * Wonders if anyone will notice wut I did there * OKI BYE AGAIN.

PS: Drake's fancy grammar FTW :P

PPS: I have no idea what's up with the name of this chapter. I'm horrible at titles and chapter names.