One Big Aperture Family
Aunt P-Body's Day Out
Cooperative Testing Initiative Journal Entry Log
Designation: Orange (P-Body)
Begin When Ready…
We have been here for quite some time, but Boss (Designation: Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System or "GLaDOS") does not seem to be in a hurry to leave the humans. She reasons it is because we may not have a home to go back to. Both ATLAS (Designation: Blue) and I believe she has lost control of the facility and refuses to admit it. Of course, what little control she has left is used to keep "HIM" from finding us, though I know she will not admit that either. Of course, ATLAS and I are not ones to complain. We like it here with the humans.
The Small One (Former Designation: Tiny Human; Current Designation: Angie) seems to enjoy our company. She does this thing called "Ballet" and she has asked me to help her practice. I have no qualms with that. ATLAS has been busying himself with numerous errands the two male humans have around this dwelling. The Mad Hatter (Designation: Dr. Douglas Rattmann) and the former Intelligence Dampening Sphere (Designation: Wheatley) have been on the move for weeks getting the home ready for the new baby.
As reported before, the Older One (Designation: Lil) is with child and due in a few weeks. I often wonder what it is like to carry a child like that. It looks uncomfortable. The Older One is always complaining about her feet hurting or the baby kicking. But despite the complaints, she seems to enjoy pregnancy. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a child. When it comes to biology, I believe Boss intentionally left those files lacking.
I doubt ATLAS would want to have a family with me, anyway. He seems content with life, helping the male humans and looking for any opportunity to show off his strength. While most of my duties involve helping with repairs to the various electronics around the home, I am also in charge of looking after the children. They seem to like me.
The Tiny One (Designation: Chell or "Chelly") keeps me the most company during the day. Her hobbies (which I recorded in previous logs) seem to change every day. Yesterday, she took my hand and instructed me to follow in her toddler speak. I can understand it, oddly. The Mad Hatter explained that her "toddler speak" was not unlike mine and ATLAS's machine language. Why Boss has not given us the ability to speak English, I do not know. The destination was apparently her bedroom, where she instructed me to sit down and join her and her toys for some sort of meeting. It involved empty plastic cups and her making sipping noises when no liquid was in the cup.
We recently acquired a pet, though not in the traditional sense of the word "pet". This pet is a turret from our facility! According to Boss, something on the turret production line must have malfunctioned, creating a line of "Canine Turrets". She believes that somewhere in the facility, a pack of wild "dogs" is roaming around. The family has designated this creature "Rover". Upon research, I discovered that is a pretty standard name for a dog. The Older One said it was because she could not think of anything else.
If I may be honest, I am worried. I know eventually we will have to go back. But I do not want to leave the humans again. ATLAS and I have decided that if it comes down to it, we will find a way to stay here with the humans. We like it above ground and they might need our help with the Tiniest One on the way. I do not know how Boss will take the news.
Cooperative Testing Initiative Bot Orange (P-Body) End Log
P-Body sighed a mechanical sigh and rested her chin on her hand. It had been a while since she had done her own personal log and it gave her time to process the situation. Most of the time, when not helping with chores or fixing something, P-Body found herself tending to the children and their various needs. While she wanted to think of herself as more than a mechanical nanny, P-Body couldn't shake the feeling away. Life around the house was ordinary. She liked that.
Today, P-Body sat on the couch and watched Chelly play with her new activity book. It was one among many other presents some relatives recently sent for some weird holiday involving a tree and Wheatley shouting obscene words while putting lights on the house. Chelly, for the most part, seemed happy taking stickers out of the activity book and placing them on Rover (the turret dog). Rover often stayed near Chelly, keeping a constant vigil over her.
"Rover sticky!" Chelly giggled happily. She then placed a sticker of an overly happy cartoon cat under Rover's eye. Chelly look up at P-Body, who wasn't paying attention to her. P-Body had been going over her recent journal entries in her head (literally) and wasn't paying attention to her charge. Chelly took a sticker of a heart and climbed on the couch. She then placed it on P-Body's cheek. "Aunnie Pee-Bee smile!" she shouted. P-Body did smile and patted Chelly on the head.
The rumble of thunderous footsteps shook P-Body and Chelly (and to a lesser extent, Rover) in their place. The entire family had come downstairs at once, talking over each other about various things. Lil and Wheatley were discussing a possible expansion to the second bookstore while Dr. Rattmann was arguing schematics with GLaDOS. Dr. Rattmann was spending a lot of time with GLaDOS lately and it was making the Androids suspicious. ATLAS followed the crowd with Angie under foot.
"Will she be alright to look after Chelly by herself?" Lil asked Dr. Rattmann.
"I'm sure she'll be fine. Besides, we'll be downstairs if she needs us." Dr. Rattmann responded. GLaDOS and ATLAS followed Dr. Rattmann without saying a word. P-Body seemed to be out of the loop, as she had no idea what was going on. Everyone quickly said their good-byes and went in their respective directions. The sounds of doors closing in each direction echoed throughout the house. P-Body sighed and looked at Chelly.
With a big smile, Chelly happily went back to her sticker book. This wasn't the first time P-Body had been charged with watching the children by herself. In her mechanical mind, she was starting to think everyone just saw her as some kind of mechanical nanny. Her programing was telling her to be flattered, but she felt used.
Boredom was something P-Body was used to. Of all the things GLaDOS downloaded into the Androids, P-Body believed she got the biggest kick out of programing them to feel boredom. P-Body wished she hadn't then the hours passing by wouldn't have been so grueling. Chelly seemed to enjoy passing the time with her sticker book while the cartoons on the television kept the living room from getting too quiet.
"Aunnie Pee-Bee…" Chelly cooed after sticking another sticker on Rover. "Aunnie Pee-Bee, I wan juice." Chelly cooed. P-Body glared at Chelly. Chelly thought for a second. "Peas?" she cooed again. P-Body nodded happily and started for the kitchen. P-Body walked toward the refrigerator and opened it slowly.
The mechanics of this cold box fascinated P-Body. The apartment had one when the Androids lived there with the humans three years ago. Lil had gotten up in the middle of the night to P-Body taking the motor out of it. P-Body remembered Lil yelling loud enough to wake up the other occupants of the apartment. If given the chance, P-Body would appreciate taking a working refrigerator apart and putting back together again. P-Body liked to tinker with things and though it sometimes got her in trouble with Lil, P-Body let nothing stop her when she was on a personal project.
P-Body's internal temperature dropped slowly as she reached into the refrigerator and started going back up when she retracted her hand. The bottle labeled "Apple Juice" seemed to be empty. Closing the refrigerator door, P-Body shook the bottle softly and then looked at Chelly. P-Body placed it on the kitchen table and went to look for more. The refrigerator yielded no more juice. Chelly looked at P-Body with hopeful eyes. "Aunnie Pee-Bee! Juicy!" she cooed softly.
Not wanting to disappoint the child, P-Body started searching the cabinets. Those also yielded no juice. P-Body tried to think. She placed Chelly in her high chair and went about looking for something else to drink. P-Body knew Lil didn't like giving Chelly soda (especially that early in the morning), but P-Body felt this once would be fine. P-Body opened a can of soda and gave it to Chelly. Chelly shook her head and slid the soda can away.
P-Body proceeded to take out the milk jug and a sippy cup. She poured the milk in and screwed the cap on. She gave it to Chelly, who refused it as well. P-Body sighed a mechanical sigh and reached for another sippy cup. She filled it with water from the tap and gave it to Chelly. Chelly shook her head and leaned away. After many attempts to get Chelly to drink something (the table was now covered with full sippy cups, open soda cans, and even a mug of coffee), P-Body gave up. Chelly had to drink something or Lil would yell at P-Body again.
With a defeated look, P-Body knew her only option was to get more juice. But where would she get juice? She could make her own, but P-Body had taken the juicer apart for GLaDOS's project (Lil wasn't too happy about that). Her only option now was to buy more. What was that place Lil took her and ATLAS that one time when they needed consumables? P-Body thought hard and eventually it came to her. The grocery store had an entire aisle dedicated to juice and soda. P-Body had to get one of the humans to get juice. That seemed easy enough. She knocked on the basement door, hoping Dr. Rattmann would answer. GLaDOS answered instead.
"Didn't the Older One charge you with staying with the Tiny One?" GLaDOS asked. P-Body nodded and asked GLaDOS (in her mechanical chirping) to have Dr. Rattmann go buy juice. "We are on the verge of a breakthrough and you want one of us to drop everything to get juice? That's pretty selfish don't you think, Orange? What do you need juice for, anyway? You have no need to consume juice." P-Body explained and GLaDOS pretended to be interested. "Ahh, it's for the Tiny One? Well, she will just have to wait until we are done or her parents come home. She should probably start learning soon that the world is a cruel, horrible place where not everyone gets their way. Her moron father should start doing that soon. Better yet, let's start now. We're not stopping just to get juice. She'll have to deal with it."
With that, GLaDOS slammed the basement door. P-Body noted that GLaDOS usually went out of her way to please her "Granddaughters" (except Lil, whom she liked teasing) so whatever breakthrough they had with this device must have been really important. Seeing Chelly stare at the empty juice bottle made P-Body's hardware twinge. She decided she'd have to get the juice herself. A mission out of the house alone was something P-Body had never anticipated. But it had to be done.
For this mission, everyone had to be prepared. P-Body marched towards the front closet and pulled out a diaper bag, some cold weather gear, and a snuggly. P-Body zipped the orange jacket up (she had no need to wear a jacket, but Lil often told her if people saw her roaming around in cold weather in her sleeveless jumper dress, they might be suspicious) and zipped up the pink jacket on Chelly. After gearing Chelly up with other cold weather gear (the scarf was too long, the mittens were mismatched, and the hat was too big), P-Body packed the diaper bag with extra clothes and other needful things. The diaper bag had replaced her backpack as of late and P-Body kept some tools in the side pocket as well.
P-Body put the snuggly on like a backpack and made a whistle-like chirping noise. Chelly scampered up to P-Body, despite being overloaded with heavy cold weather gear, and climbed up her back into the snuggly. P-Body remembered that humans exchanged goods and services with green paper currency, but she didn't seem to have any of her own. Remembering something important from a previous expedition around the house, P-Body ran upstairs to the master bedroom and slowly opened the door. Wheatley, for whatever reason, always kept extra money on the dresser. P-Body made sure the master bedroom had no booby traps or covert security bots and tip-toed to the dresser. She reasoned this wasn't stealing as Chelly needed juice and she was going to put the rest back later.
On the dresser sat a small stack of green paper. P-Body grabbed the entire stack and analyzed it. The stack yielded almost one hundred dollars, which was more than enough for juice. "He really is a moron if he keeps this much money lying around." P-Body chirped while shaking her head. She put the money in her coat pocket and started back downstairs. She was now ready to go get juice.
Chelly giggled softly and grabbed P-Body's pigtails as if they were reigns on a horse. "Giddy-up, Aunnie Pee-Bee!" she shouted, tugging on P-Body's pigtails. P-Body moaned in discomfort. As they reached the front door, a soft whine caught P-Body's attention. P-Body was told to keep an eye on Rover as well. She couldn't leave him alone. P-Body thought for a moment and went back to the closet.
Rover happily trotted down the street after being fashioned with Chelly's toddler harness. P-Body found it amusing that humans sometimes put their children on leashes like their pets. It seemed to snap around his cylindrical body almost perfectly and Rover seemed to enjoy the walk. The shopping district was a few blocks from their neighborhood, but since P-Body couldn't get tired the walk took less time. Because their house was situated on a hill, the Pendleton Family could see the shopping district from their front porch. Lil often found it comforting when she was feeling homesick for the old apartment.
Trotting happily to the music of the city, Rover led P-Body and Chelly down the streets of the shopping district. P-Body didn't know what everyone was staring at as they walked down the sidewalk. She didn't see anything strange about being an orange haired girl with a toddler on her back walking a cylindrical machine dog to get some juice. Rover stopped every so often to "sniff" (he had no nose, so he just made sniffing noises) other dogs. P-Body had to tug him away from a growing match with a Doberman.
The shopping district held many possibilities. P-Body had only been to this place a few times since returning to live with the humans. There was one store that P-Body liked to stop at each time she came to the shopping district. She knew she wouldn't have time to actually go in, but this shop made P-Body happy. It was a dress store right next to a computer shop (that also made her happy). P-Body's wardrobe was pretty limited. For starters, her dress (an orange sleeveless jumper with the Aperture Science logo on the chest) was attached to her, so she couldn't take it off. As a result, she usually wore some of Lil's old skirts and dresses over her own when she left the house. Lil's clothes were too big for P-Body, but beggars couldn't be choosers in this situation.
Chirping longingly at the dress in the window, P-Body sighed a mechanical sigh knowing she didn't have enough for both the dress and the juice. Some of the stores in the shopping district were pretty pricey, but Lil often said she'd prefer to pay for quality, as long as the price wasn't too outrageous. One didn't have to worry about that in the shopping district. It still made P-Body sad (an artificial sadness) that she had money for once but the lovely and reasonably priced dress was still out of her price range.
GLaDOS often teased P-Body when she found her reading fashion magazines. It was one of the things P-Body kept to herself. P-Body decided not to press the issue and decided to worry about this small issue at another time when she didn't have a squirming toddler on her back and a rambunctious turret pulling at his leash. She left the dress shop window and kept a constant vigil for the juice in question.
P-Body stopped for a moment to read a sign on the window of a small convenience store. It had a picture of the brand of juice Chelly needed with an advert stating it was on sale. Happy that she didn't have to trot both Chelly and Rover all the way to the grocery store, P-Body started to go in. The black mat in the front of the store made the doors open. P-Body had seen this before and found them amusing. She jumped up and down on this mat, making the door open and close. Chelly clapped her hands happily.
P-Body was about to walk in when a sign stopped her. It had a picture of a dog with a circle and a slash through it. She had seen this picture many times before while out on errands with the humans. From what she understood, it meant that pets (namely dogs) were not allowed in the store. P-Body thought for a moment. Rover would run off if she let go of the leash for too long. Nearby, P-Body observed a teenager unhooking his bike from a bike rake and riding away. P-Body got an idea and tied the leash to the bike rake.
In her robot language, she told Rover to stay. Rover nodded his body and stayed stationary as P-Body walked into the convenience store. P-Body saw the juice in question in an open freezer next to a sign indicating that this particular brand was on sale for half off. P-Body did the math in her head and smiled. This meant not only would she get the juice she needed, but she wouldn't be spending as much money, which also meant she could put Wheatley's money back and he probably wouldn't notice any was taken. P-Body took one juice container from the freezer and walked up to the counter.
Outside, Rover started getting antsy. He didn't like being tied up when there was a world of exciting things going on around him. One of those exciting things was eating in a nearby tree. Rover had dealt with squirrels before. The backyard had tons of them. City squirrels were different than country squirrels in that they didn't seem to sleep in the winter. Food was literally everywhere. Rover saw one of these squirrels come down to pick up a piece of bread that had been dropped.
Rover growled and ran at the squirrel, only to be stopped by the leash. Rover tugged and tugged, until finally the harness gave and unsnapped. From inside the store, P-Body heard an odd sound and looked out the window. "Rover!" Chelly shouted happily. P-Body panicked and tossed the juice at the clerk at the counter before running out of the store in a fit of panic.
Shouting loudly in her robot language, P-Body ran after Rover. She shouted for him to stop before there was an accident, but couldn't keep him from running into the street. Not thinking of the danger she could put herself and Chelly in, P-Body ran into the street (luckily the light was red) and grabbed Rover before anyone could intervene. P-Body scolded Rover in her mechanical chirping as she fumbled with the harness again.
The squirrel from earlier had then returned, chattering at Rover. Rover growled and started running for it. P-Body, not wanting to draw more attention to herself, grabbed Rover by one of his back legs and dragged him back toward her. P-Body cooed softly and looked around. Luckily, it was still morning and not many people were out. But her internal clock told her it was almost lunch time, which meant the other humans in the city would be leaving their places of work for lunch.
P-Body then remembered that the humans would be home for lunch today. She had to get this juice and get home before they realized she and Chelly were gone. P-Body fastened the harness back on Rover and tied him back to the bike rack. She sternly told Rover to stay put (or else!) and walked back into the convenience store.
"Sorry, Ma'am…" said the clerk as P-Body walked back in. "I didn't think you were coming back, so I gave your juice to another customer. We're sold out of that particular juice because of the sale, but we have other brands if you want one of those."
Not trying to look defeated, P-Body walked back to the juice freezer and picked up another brand. "No!" shouted Chelly. P-Body, in her language, reasoned that it was the same thing. "Not my juicy!" Chelly shouted, grabbing P-Body's pigtails and yanking them hard. P-Body put the juice back and Chelly immediately stopped. P-Body definitely didn't want that to continue throughout the day. She deduced that Chelly was so used to this particular brand that she won't drink anything else.
"If it's that particular brand you're looking for…" the cashier shouted. "…then you might want to look somewhere else. I must warn you, though: that particular brand is on sale throughout the city, so you might have to search for a while."
Nodding her thank you, P-Body left the convenience store and untied Rover from the bike rack. Again on their journey for juice, P-Body kept an eye out for another convenience store. The city held many possibilities, but she just wanted to get the juice and go home, before Rover found another squirrel.
Further into the city, P-Body noticed how busy it was getting. She couldn't help but notice all the eyes on her now. While she saw nothing strange about this situation, she wasn't sure about everyone else. How many orange-haired women with toddlers on their backs and cylindrical dogs were there in the world? P-Body knew the answer, but kept it to herself as she hurried through the streets.
The shopping district was a big pretty big place. P-Body found a leaflet on the ground advertising the brand of juice she was looking for and read it. The leaflet advertised the juice at fifty percent off because the brand was discontinuing that particular flavor. P-Body wondered how someone could just "stop making a flavor" and went back to reading the leaflet. P-Body held the leaflet in front of Rover and chirped at him in her mechanical language.
Rover, though having a dog's personality, was still a robot and he focused his one eye on the advertisement. P-Body, needing to keep her sensors free in case of emergency, instructed Rover to look for anything matching the description on the advert. Hoping to all science this would work, P-Body let Rover lead the way. She yelped loudly when Rover made a mad dash down the street, with her at his mercy holding on to the end of the leash.
Shouting in her mechanical language to slow down, P-Body kept the fast pace as best she could. Chelly cheered happily from her spot on P-Body's back, as she saw dodging moving people and trees as a game that only she was enjoying. After almost running into three trees, knocking over the tables of an outdoor café, and trampling over a skateboarder, P-Body was relieved that they finally came to a sudden stop. But it wasn't at another store.
Rover stopped to make sniffing sounds at a fire hydrant. Shouting in her mechanical chirping that he lacked the ability to even smell or use the bathroom like a normal dog would, P-Body growled and leaned against a shop window. She shook her head and looked up at a scene across the street. The sign outside said the store sold that particular brand of juice and that supplies were limited. P-Body picked up Rover and shoved him into the diaper bag as she walked across the street (in her head, reciting the "look both ways song" Angie taught her).
With the dog turret peeking out slightly, P-Body walked into the store and looked around. Some of the food was labeled as "Organic", which was the type of food Lil liked to buy. P-Body knew full well that there was barely any significant difference between organic and regular vegetables. She chuckled softly at some of the funny looking food and walked toward the juice aisle. Her eyes lit up (literally) when she saw that there was one container of juice left.
"Juice! Juice!" Chelly shouted as she wiggled around in her snuggly. P-Body reached for the juice and grabbed it just as another customer did.
This lady was a big lady; much bigger than P-Body in height and width. P-Body would have scanned for her measurements, but she remembered being told by Lil that it was rude when she did that to her. "I saw it first!" the lady shouted, tugging it toward her. P-Body growled and tugged her towards herself. "You don't need it, you're skinny enough!" the customer shouted, pulling the juice away. P-Body wouldn't let go of the juice, but didn't want to show off her strength in public. The mean lady seemed to be making her argument pretty solid and kept trying P-Body's patience.
Hearing Chelly get upset and Rover growling from inside the diaper bag, P-Body decided to end the argument by pulling so hard on the juice, that the lady fell forward and into a display of chips. With a satisfied huff, P-Body marched up to the counter and paid for the juice.
"Aunnie Pee-Bee strong, like Unckie Attie!" Chelly shouted as the shop door dinged when they left. P-Body smiled smugly and started to leave the area. Her mission was over. She could go home and there would be no more incident involving juice, or squirrels, or mean fat ladies. P-Body cooed happily and started towards home.
"Aunnie Pee-Bee…" Chelly whined from her snuggly on P-Body's back. "…potty…" P-Body's eyed widened. Her mechanical mind had processed and anticipated every situation except this one. P-Body was more prepared for an impromptu alien invasion and ninja attack (in one scenario, both at the same time) than she was for Chelly's potty needs. In retrospect, P-Body believed she should have anticipated this. Chelly was still at an age where she needed help using the bathroom and accidents were inevitable.
P-Body started to panic. She couldn't go back to that store, what with that mean fat lady roaming around. If one woman would do that much damage just for juice, P-Body could only imagine what someone else would for it. No, she needed to find somewhere she could help Chelly relieve this need before things got wet. P-Body then remembered that there was a park in the shopping district, and it was on the way home. If anything, there could be a public restroom there.
When they finally made it to the park, P-Body ran down the sidewalk, searching frantically as Chelly started to wiggle uncomfortably. From what P-Body remembered of the park, she knew there was at least one public bathroom near the river area. Running as fast as she could, P-Body ran toward the lake area and searched frantically. When she found the bathroom, P-Body cheered and ran towards it. But then she realized she had another problem. How was she going to help Chelly with all her things weighing her down?
Tying Rover to the trash can, she instructed him to guard the diaper bag and their purchase as she guided Chelly into the bathroom. After the struggle to get Chelly out of her coat and helping her sit down, Chelly finally did her business with no more fuss. Feeling proud of her accomplishment, P-Body helped Chelly through the other potty procedures and they eventually left the restroom triumphant. This triumphant feeling didn't last long. When they came out of the restroom, they found the diaper bag still there but Rover and the juice gone.
She found Rover digging with his little pointy legs in the cold dirt nearby. P-Body grabbed him and glared at him, pointing to the spot where he was supposed to be guarding the juice. Rover only yipped happily and started making running motions while P-Body held him up.
P-Body shoved Rover back in the diaper bag after putting Chelly back in the snuggly. Now, they had to find more juice. P-Body looked at her internal clock and noted the time. It was almost time for the humans to come home and her boss would soon allow Dr. Rattmann to take his lunch and medication break. She had to be fast. P-Body ran from the park and down the streets of the shopping district. She ran down the streets and into each convenience store she passed. Each one was out of juice.
Now the situation was getting dire. P-Body ducked into an alleyway when she saw the big lady from before marching down the road. P-Body knew this lady was looking for her. She had to be quick. When the big lady was out of sight, P-Body ran down the street once again. Every food store was either out of the juice or didn't carry it to begin with. P-Body was starting to exhaust her systems looking for this one brand of juice. She took out the leaflet again and sighed while reading it.
Something about the leaflet caught her eye. In the picture of the container, it said "Fresh Squeezed" on the label. Maybe it wasn't the brand that Chelly liked, but the taste. Angie once told P-Body that sometimes different brands have different tastes, depending on how they are made. If the label didn't say "Fresh Squeezed" or something to that effect, then it was more than likely processed in a factory somewhere and probably had a very bad taste.
By that reasoning, P-Body deduced that Chelly preferred fresh squeezed juice to the processed stuff. P-Body came up with an idea and smiled wickedly. Chelly, who had her attention elsewhere, probably wouldn't know the difference either way. Making sure the big lady was nowhere around, P-Body walked to one of the specialty shops and picked up a brand new automatic juicer. She then stopped by a food shop and picked up a bag of mixed fruits.
At Home
The front door creaked open, with an exhausted P-Body trudging in. After letting Rover out of the diaper bag and taking Chelly out of the snuggly, P-Body got to work making the juice. P-Body's system warnings were telling her to rest soon, but she ignored them.
P-Body plugged the new juicer in and began to make juice from the fruits. The juicer made the most horrid sound, but to P-Body, it was the sound of victory. One of the few moments P-Body wished she had a sense of taste, or a need to eat and drink. It took more fruit than P-Body had anticipated, but she soon made enough juice for Chelly to enjoy her lunch with. Chelly's lunch consisted of a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, sliced diagonal (sliced any other way, and she refused to eat it).
P-Body watched as Chelly downed the juice with a satisfied smile. "Aunnie Pee-Bee makes good juice!" she shouted in her toddler speak. P-Body cooed tiredly and was about to rest her head on the table when she heard the basement door open. "Gamma!" Chelly shouted.
GLaDOS smiled wickedly at P-Body. "I saw everything…" she whispered, while tapping her temple. "I won't tell the humans, but I must say, Orange; you sure know how to get yourself into trouble. Good work. I guess you can handle yourself if need be. I wouldn't recommend doing that again, though." GLaDOS made her way out of the kitchen and toward the stairs as the front door opened. "Good afternoon, Moron. You'll be happy to know the Tiny One is still alive."
Cocking an eyebrow, Wheatley made his way into the kitchen. "Daddy!" Chelly shouted, reaching for Wheatley.
"'Ello, love! Did you have a good day with Auntie P-Body?" Wheatley cooed, picking up Chelly. Chelly nodded and Wheatley put her back down. "Ahh, I see you're taking a break. Don't blame you, love. Chelly can be quite a handful. She's bigger than a handful, but you get my meaning." Wheatley patted P-Body on the back and walked over to the counter. "Well, I'm home now, so if you want to go take a nap, or whatever it is you do when you rest, go ahead. I can't imagine you actually sleep, but you go do…whatever it is you do to relax."
P-Body nodded appreciatively and started to get up. "Oh, you won't believe the day Daddy had, Chelly." Wheatley said, talking to Chelly. He picked up one half of Chelly's sandwich and started eating. "Lil got tied up at the bookstore. Apparently some crazy lady came in there yelling about cookbooks for juice. Mummy told her we didn't have any cookbooks for juice at the moment and offered to order some, from the guy she orders books from. Phil, I think his name is. This mad lady just went nuts and started shouting at us. Something about the last juice being bought and not having enough money to buy a juicer at that fancy kitchen appliance store down the block from the bookstore. It was complete madness! We had to call the cops to get that lady out."
Chelly bit into her slice and smiled at her father. "Well, Mummy will be home shortly, after the police finish taking her statement. Craziest thing, though." P-Body felt the need to stop in her tracks and turn around to listen to Wheatley. "I was walking through the park about an hour ago and I found this." Wheatley reached into the grocery bag he brought in and placed its contents on the table. P-Body's right eye started twitching violently. She slowly made her way to the kitchen table.
There, on the table, sat the juice in question. "I bet that crazy lady left this juice in the park and then went on her rampage through the city, no unlike that 'Godzilla' monster in that old movie we watched the other night." Wheatley chuckled and crossed his arms. "My, what a day. This is extremely lucky seeing as I had forgotten to get more juice yesterday. I knew Lil would get mad, since that flavor is being discontinued and it was sold out all over this bloody city. How does one stop making a flavor anyway, you know? But this certainly turned things around."
Wheatley leaned back as P-Body stood next to the table, trying to control her anger. "But that's enough about my day. I imagine your day was quite dull, though. I mean, how much trouble can a toddler and a dog turret really be?" Wheatley laughed as P-Body approached. The juice sat there, in the middle of the table and mocked her.
Wheatley stopped laughing when P-Body shrieked loudly and smashed the juice container with her fist.
N'cha, everyone!
I officially declare my hiatus over!
I know it's been a few months since I've updated anything, and I wish to apologize for that. I've had a few issues going on that needed my attention and all of my projects have taken a back seat because of it. If you've read my profile, the reasons are listed there. I know I said a week and it's been… *looks at watch* three months, but I promise this won't happen again.
Luna Peachie loves you all and wouldn't just leave you hanging like that. Not on purpose, anyway lol.
So, what did you guys think? Was it worth the wait? I hope so, I know a lot of you guys are getting pretty impatient, and as a thank you, I want to let you guys know a little secret: The next chapter is going to start a series of events that's going to lead the very last chapter of this story.
So, how did I do? Was it worth the wait? I hope so. Let me know how I did in the review thingy and don't forget to add me to your watch over at deviantArt. That's where I post my updates and odd little musings. The name is LunaPeachieWasHere.
And now, with this chapter, I officially declare my hiatus over. *fanfare and streamers*
Read, review, and be merry! Oh, and don't forget to take a break every now and then.
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