Prompt Post Round 2
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She didn’t understand why GLaDOS decided that they had to have little kid voices. It was WAY too off-putting to be shot at by something that sounded like a three year old.
Babababa…
Chell jumped. It sounded like a turret.
Babababa! It was louder this time, and coming from behind a corner.
Chell stiffened up. Great. A new turret. Well, whatever GLaDOS had set up for her, she wouldn’t fall for it, even if it was a ‘disabled’ turret or it had a new voice box or whatever she had planned for her. She put her thumb on the portal gun trigger and prepared to fire at whatever was behind the corner.
“Don’t worry,” Wheatley said. “I’ll go ahead of you and try to disarm it. Then you can go, alright?”
He slid forth bravely on his management rail and disappeared around the corner.
“Lay down your weapon, denizen! I can assure you that I am completely-what’s this?!”
Chell ran ahead to help Wheatley fight against whatever it was.
Whatever it was was really small for a turret. It stood at about three feet, but otherwise looked like a normal turret.
“Ba ba ba ba!” it cooed. It locked its laser onto her and prepared to open fire, but no bullets came out.
“I haven’t seen a defective turret like this before. Oh, well, at least it can’t fire.” Wheatley mused. “Won’t be that hard to kill- wait, what are you doing?”
Chell slowly walked forward and hesitantly put her hand on top of its head. The turret let out a giggle. She smiled and picked it up with the portal gun.
“Are you bringing it along? Don’t you think that would weigh us down?”
She shook her head. It's only about thirty pounds, she thought.
“But what if it…it called other turrets? Or it was actually pretending to be a baby, but it was actually a full grown turret, and we accidentally put it down or something, and then when our backs were turned, BAM! We’d be dead faster than you could say, ‘Oh no, Wheatley was right!’”
She shook her head. It was clear to Wheatley that the turret would stay, come hell or high water.
“Alright, fine,” he harrumphed. “I guess we can use it as a shield of sorts.
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Chell walked gingerly down the stairs with the baby turret. For the past few minutes, she had been making faces at it and smiling. And the little thing ate it up! It giggled at everything she did and looked up at her with wide-eyed appreciation, making sickeningly sweet noises . But it wasn’t that Wheatley was jealous or anything. No, not at all. He was just concerned that the turret would turn on them. Or maybe, the turret was actually HER, and soon, they would hear HER voice coming from it, and soon there would be claws everywhere, and they would die.
But he had something more impressive than a baby turret. “Tadah! Only the turret control center. Thank you very much," he bragged. He motioned to a scanner holding a turret that chirped, "Hello!"
“See that scanner out there? It's deciding which turrets to keep and which to toss. And it's using that MASTER turret as a template! If we pull out the template turret, it'll shut down the whole production line."
He looked at her. She had finally stopped making faces at that turret, and looked at him, then the glass on the door.
"Right. Hmm. I'm gonna have to hack the door so we can get at it." He looked at her coolly. "Technical... Ummm... You'll need to turn around while I do this."
She shrugged and turned around. While he was hacking, he could see her still making faces at it. Well, he could do better. Using his handle, he rammed it into the glass.
"Done! Hacked!" he said proudly. She turned around and looked at his handiwork. She obviously was very proud of him, from that look on her face. "Right. Let's figure out how to stop this turret line..." Chell gingerly put the turret down, rubbed its head, and portaled into the room and removed the master turret .
Wheatley looked at the baby turret. There wasn’t anything impressive to it. It was just a turret. It couldn’t even shoot bullets.
The turret locked onto him and giggled.
"Well, that should do it." He said as soon as Chell disposed of the master turret. But the machine still processed on.
"Ohhh, it hasn't done it,” he muttered. "There's no turret in it... Maybe the system stores a backup image?"
Struck with an idea, she blinked and ran off.
“Uh…you go do that,” he called out to her. He turned to the turret.
“Don’t think that I’m not onto you,” he said menacingly. “I know what you’re up to.”
The turret gurgled happily and pointed its laser at him.
“I bet you’re just waiting to surprise us. I bet you’re just waiting until our backs are turned and when they are, you’ll pull out some sort of weapon and destroy us all. Some sort of machine gun or German stick grenades, I don’t know.”
“Aeeeeh!” it squealed happily.
“AH-HAH! A confession!” He leaned in closely. “Just know that I’m watching you.” He leaned in closely to make a point. “Just know that.”
Chell walked in with a defective turret and put it in the scanner.
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