Hey anyone who might still be reading this. I kinda got writers block on this chapter alone, and for about a week I'd type about one sentence, get stuck, and then just say, "Screw it, I'll do it tomorrow."
And then I kind of just forgot about it all together when school really started up. But either way, I've decided I'm going to pretty much leave out the parts I dunno how to word, or just outright say what happens so I don't have to word it all literature-like. XD So yeah, hopefully if nothing else you get a good laugh out of my failure.
GLaDOS woke from unconsciousness with some kind of liquid dripping on her forehead. She blinked her eyes open and wiped the liquid out of her face as she recognized her surroundings immediately; Old Aperture.
With an effort, GLaDOS pulled herself into a standing position and tried desperately to remember the layout of the place. Of all the places in Aperture she could've fallen to, it simply had to be Old Aperture, the one place she didn't know, didn't it?
Deciding that standing around feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to help her escape, GLaDOS stood up and started walking. (wow this is harder than it looks, transitioning from proper writing to just explaining what happened)
Ok so I guess she like went to one of the waiting room place thingies for test subjects before they actually start testing.
As GLaDOS pushed opened the door to the waiting lobby, where it was somehow darker than it was outside, she noticed only one gem of usefulness in the center of the room: A portal gun, long abandoned by a test subject gone mad. (or one who decided to bail before he did.)
GLaDOS (dramatically) walked to the center of the lobby and picked the portal gun up. She suddenly noticed how heavy the gun was, and adjusted her grip on the device, determination and anger shining in her eyes. GLaDOS was going to make it back to Aperture Laboratories; was going to murder that disobedient core for dumping her down here.
Now... How had that lunatic gotten the both of them out of there, again?
Ok, NOW, GLaDOS did some test chambers and made it to the place where there was that kind of vault door type thing on the ceiling (It's been forever since I played through that part of the game, so my memory is kinda derpy) and then she went through there and made it back up and I forget if there was a normal-ish lift to take one the rest of the way up, but if there was, Drake got rid of it to make it harder for GLaDOS to get to him, so GLaDOS had to climb up the empty lift shaft so she could get out of Old Aperture. (Is it just me, or does that make absolutely no sense at all?)
"Al... Most... There..." GLaDOS grunted, as she climbed towards the testing areas. Her strong will to destroy Drake was the only thing that gave GLaDOS the strength to pull herself up a vertical, long destroyed catwalk, one arm-length at a time. The panels of testing chambers were in sight; just a few more minutes of climbing and she was half-way to her goal.
Finally, GLaDOS was able to hoist herself up onto the top of a panel that was facing down. GLaDOS collapsed on the panel as she let her body rest for a moment, as she had been climbing for at least a solid hour. Once that moment was over, GLaDOS took off one of her long fall boots and used the brace part of it as a crowbar to pry open the panel.
"Good job, IDS! You've shaved off roughly 32 seconds from your last run," GLaDOS heard Drake's voice say as she found herself sticking her head into the test chamber to look at an acid moat directly below her and a management rail, from which Wheatley was hanging from at a point a yard or two down, about a foot to her right. Since Drake had not yet commented on her highly noticeable presence, GLaDOS assumed that this corridor wasn't being monitored.
Wow. What a STUPID central AI; doesn't he realize that every single square inch or the facility is to be monitored at ALL times? GLaDOS thought to herself.
"Thank you kindly, Drake," Wheatley said. GLaDOS suddenly noticed that Wheatley was heading towards her as he headed towards the chamberlock. "I told you it would come in handy to free up some memory space for this kind of-" Wheatley suddenly simulated a small gasp as noticed GLaDOS when he finally turned around to face the direction he was traveling. GLaDOS quickly reached inside his casing and put her hand around the speakers on his voice processor so that he wouldn't alert Drake that she was there.
"Wheatley? What's happened?" Drake asked.
Wheatley tried to turn his gears in a harmful way in an attempt to persuade GLaDOS to let go of his voice processor, but GLaDOS held on for several minutes until she no longer felt sound waves pounding against her hand.
"Make a sound, and I'll knock you into the acid," GLaDOS near inaudibly threatened as she pulled her hand back.
Wheatley was silent for only a second before whispering, "What are you doing?"
YAAYYYYY derpy chapter! Anyways, yeah, any regular readers that I had have probably stopped reading this and assumed that I was just never gonna update it again... So I probably won't get too many more reads, but I'm going to finish this fanfic if it's the last thing I do.