"This can't possibly work." Harry had been living with GLaDOS as an honorary Aperture Science employee for four years now, and, holding his clipboard, he turns to the camera he knows GLaDOS is currently controlling, and asks, "Why not?"
"If they push that button, then the other one is inaccessible." Harry gains a look upon his face as though he is insulted.
"Then why don't the push the other button first?" A sigh comes very loudly through the speakers, followed by a condescending tone.
"They method in which you would have to get to the second button is made accessible, then immediately inaccessible, by pushing the first." Harry pales at that evaluation, the flushes with embarrassment.
"Sorry." He looks back to the track, with Atlas and P-Body trying to figure it out. "Should we tell them?"
"No, let's just let them figure it out for themselves." Harry nods, and records the data on his clipboard as Atlas blows up in the acid.
"True, that is the best course of action for science. Let them figure it out themselves." Alarms begin to sound, which startle P-Body into falling into the acid after its partner. Harry sighs in aggravation, "More loitering morons."
"I'll be right back, Harry." GLaDOS turns her focus to the doorway, where, instead of the usual, two pale fat dudes in cloaks, there stands a light purple horse with a golden mane. That's right, a light purple horse with a golden mane. The optic on the camera zooms in and cleans itself, just to make sure what's there is really there, and, surprisingly, it is.
"Harry." GLaDOS returns her attention to the camera in the chamber, "You might want to see this." Wordlessly, Harry complies, leaving the robotic duo to die repeatedly for no real reason. Harry steps into the elevator as GLaDOS directs him to, and it reaches the top very quickly, and the door opens to reveal the small colorful horse. Both Harry and the horse cry out at the same time, "WHAT ARE YOU?!"
Harry, having been exposed to a lot of weird things over his time at Aperture, recovers quicker than the horse, and goes full on scientist mode, "You can talk? Why are you so colorful? Why in the world do you have a horn? Are you sentient? Are you someone's pet? What are you doing here? Why are your hooves so plushy looking? Do you have a name? How old are you? Are there more of you?"
About halfway through Harry's incessant questioning, the tiny colorful unicorn had started to hold its head, as though it had a massive headache, before finally it cuts him off, "QUIET!" and Harry shuts up just as quick as that. 'Voice sounds like a female about my age...' he notes internally.
The unicorn begins to rant, "I've been lost for days, starving, with very little water, no warmth or shelter, looking for some kind of civilization! I've been torn from my family, my friends, and most importantly familiar ground! I could deal for a few days away from friends, family, if only I knew where the hell I was! But, NOOOOOOOOOOO! I have to shoved down in the middle of bucking nowhere, and the first civilized thing I see apparently houses some hairless monkey thing that doesn't give a buck about helping me, no, IT JUST ASKS ME A BUCH OF STUPID BUCKING QUESTIONS!"
Harry, understanding of the little unicorn's situation, kneels down, and says softly, "Hey, I've been in a similar position. I understand. How about this; we introduce ourselves, get to know each other a little better, and then I'll give you some food, alright?"
The unicorn tenses up slightly, "Mommy says not to accept food or anything from strangers."
Ignoring that, Harry gestures to himself, saying "My name's Harry. Harry Potter. I'm head scientist at Aperture Laboratories. You are?"
Her eyes shift left and right, an obvious mental battle going on over what she should do, before finally she relents, saying timidly, "My name's Dinky. Dinky Doo. I'm too young to have a job like you. I'm also sorry about yelling at you and cursing."
Harry chuckles, "It's alright. I'm too young to have this job, too, but I'm the only living thing in the lab. Everything else is artificial, even my boss, GLaDOS. And, a deal's a deal," He gets up, and pokes his head back in the shack, saying, "GLaDOS, you got that, right? I need some food for this little unicorn out here, if you don't mind."
Almost immediately, a response is heard, along with vacuum tubes and the clatter of a plate, "Sure. This is low-fat chocolate cake. If only Chell would've eaten this stuff..." Harry chuckles again, shaking his head, and brings the cake to the little filly, "Here you go, Dinky Doo, a special cake, just for you." At this, Dinky giggles. "What's so funny?"
"You just rhymed like Zecora." Harry shakes his head, smiling as the little filly messily digs in, and GLaDOS is heard sighing, "And she had so much promise, too. You know, that she wouldn't end up like Chell. Poor little unicorn, growing up like that crazy girl. Ah, well, back to science."