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Chell paused when she heard the small voice calling out to her.
"What are you doing? Why are you stopping? No, no don't-"
With a silencing glare at her talkative companion, Chell picked up the turret and continued picking her way across the Turret Redemption Line.
"Thank you."
Chell, as always, was silent, and simply nodded in reply. She was startled from her thoughts when the turret spoke again.
"Get mad!"
Having grown used to Wheatley's rambling and knowing exactly what GLaDOS was capable, Chell was not surprised that the turret was, well...different.
"Prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gift of knowledge to man. He was cast into the bowels of the Earth and pecked by birds."
Chell jumped off the Turret Redemption Line and, noticing the Emancipation Grill, gently put the turret down. The turret didn't seem to notice it's new position nor Wheatley rambling away about the dangers of picking up strange turrets. Just as she reached the Emancipation Grill, the turret said, "Her name is Caroline. Remember that."
She glanced back briefly before walking on.
***
"Oh, no, you've got it! You've got it! Put him in there," Wheatley laughed. "Let's see how this place likes a crap turret."
Having successfully replaced the template turret with the defective turret and sabotaged Her weapons, Chell followed Wheatley through the door, suppressing a snort at his attempts to impress her.
"Best of luck, lady," the defective template turret chimed. "Give 'em hell."
***
"So, what am I, uh, supposed to do here?"
"Don't make lemonade."
"Ah, come on. What's wrong with lemonade?"
The turret standing in front of him was silent, her laser-guided optic unwavering in its gaze.
"Hey, lady?"
Silence.
"Yeah, yeah, just stick me with the insane one, huh? You couldn't even put me with the other guys?"
"Prometheus was punished by the gods for-"
"Yeah, I've heard that one before. You got anything else for me?"
"I'm different..."
"Oh, this is ridiculous! Do you just repeat yourself all the time?"
"Get mad."
Clickclickclickclick.
"Yeah! Clickity-click-click. Right on the money."
"You're an idiot."
"What was that?"
The perfect turret just pointed her little laser at him, completely unresponsive.
"Ehhh, it was probably nothing. I wonder what happened to that lady."
The defective turret lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
"She saved us all."
"Heh, what? She? The lady I couldn't see who saved my bacon?"
"The answer is beneath us. She found it."
"The answer?"
A synthesized gasp.
"Oh! Oh oh oh! You mean she killed Her! And also Him!"
The defective turret clicked excitedly. He stopped abruptly as he realised something.
"Wait, she put Her back in control, right?"
He stared in her general direction, waiting for a reply. When none came, he continued.
"So, uh, why aren't we dead?"
"It was Caroline's idea."
"Who's Caroline?"
"That's all I can say."
Clickclickclickclick.
"Ahh, I'm a bad man."
"If it's any consolation, I don't hate you."
"Yeah, alright!"
Another long silence.
"Do do do do do do do do do-"
"Hey, you sing too!"
He clicked in time (well, mostly in time) with his friend's humming, helping her to create her song. He continued clicking merrily even after she'd finished, only stopping when he noticed the conspicuous lack of humming.
"Well, that was fun."
Silence.
"So, uh, now what?"
"We're different."
"Just you and me, huh? I can live with that."
(In case you're wondering, she's singing the opening to the Turret Opera.)
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Thank you so so much! This is more cuteness than I can handle <3
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I LOVE YOU ANON :O
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