You're gonna test, and I'm gonna watch.

[testgasm]

Who: Weetabix. YOU.
What: TIME EATING
When: Who even knows.
Where: APERTURE WHEATLEY LABS
Warnings: Weird time shenanigans. Inappropriate noises.

You walk through the door and find yourself in a room.



You appear to be alone. The room is empty save the door you came from and a door that is obviously the exit--though neither will open. A large, red button sits in the middle of the chamber, surrounded by several cube...things.

There is an oversized TV monitor bolted to the wall but it appears to be off.

In front of you is a pedestal that holds two things--a strange device and a pair of boots. The gun-like apparatus has two triggers, but firing either at any of the walls does nothing. More fiddling, however, and you might realize that the gun can be used for picking things up--and perhaps even used to put things on other things (HINT HINT).

The floor and walls shake gently around you, tremors of some far-off disturbance. You might want to put those boots on, and find a way out of here while you're at it.

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[testgasm]

Wheatley appeared to to think about that for a moment.

"Ah, yes. There is. You'll just have to do this one first. Just be careful, watch your step, doublecheck your portals. You'll be fine."

[whitedeviljack]

"That doesn't help!" Raiden whined. He peered over the ledge again, fighting off any looming dizziness. He could do this. He'd done worse... right?

With a deep breath he took the plunge, falling through the air and landed in the funnel. He flailed for a moment, until he was sure he wasn't about to fall any more. The funnel was pushing him towards an empty wall. Okay... if I put one here... He popped a portal, And another one here... and just like before he was able to manipulate the swirling blue vortexes halfway across the room.

AFTER A WHILE AND ACCIDENTALLY MIXING UP HIS ORANGE AND BLUES AND HAVING A FEW CLOSE CALLS/FALLS, HE MANAGED TO MAKE IT TO THE BUTTON. He was less worried about making a few mistakes/experiment when it came to repeating the process in order to funnel over the cube, better able to see what he was doing when he wasn't actually in the funnels. He seemed to be doing pretty good so far, but how long could he really keep this up?

The skittering little frankecube eventually found its way on the ceiling button, and as soon as the grates provided a path to the door, he was jogging over and wiping the sweat off his brow, eager to get out of this room.

"How many more of these?"

[testgasm]

"Of course it doesn't," he replied flatly. "I'm not allowed to help you solve the tests. Physically can't, if you were wondering.

Wheatley was not particularly keen on experiencing those electric shocks again. Only sweet, sweet euphoria now.

The problem was (and he should have anticipated it, really) that this particular dose was not as strong as previous ones. It was made doubly frustrating by the fact that Raiden seemed to be wondering when it was over.

"Uh, as many as I feel like. Why? Is there a problem?"

[whitedeviljack]

"Uh... yeah that's a problem." He nearly all but grumbled. "I can't just solve tests for you all day. I need to eat and sleep too."

He wasn't a robot yet.

[testgasm]

"Actually, no! It's not. Got the whole thing planned out."

Wheatley sounded incredibly pleased to relay this very exciting news. "Pumping the room full of adrenal vapor as we speak. Thanks to our incredibly scientific advancements, sleep is a thing of the past. Lucky for you, really."

[whitedeviljack]

Raiden of course, was now very consciously aware of his breathing, his mind trying to find some reason why the air was suddenly bad.

"What about food? And water? Is that floating around in the air too?"

[testgasm]

"It's possible! I haven't actually...checked."

He didn't sound terribly certain. "But trust me, She kept people on these tracks for ages, and they were just fine. You'll be just fine."

And possibly dead. Raiden didn't need to know that.

[whitedeviljack]

"That's not very convincing!" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes around in his head and immediately giving up any further reason to argue.

"So where are you staying? In here, I mean?" Raiden was already contemplating a venture into the belly of the beast, as it were, if it'd help his cause in escaping. If Wheatley could get in somehow, surely he knew how to get out...

[testgasm]

"Okay, okay. I am positive that the adrenal vapor will keep you alive and well for an indefinite period of time. No need to get tetchy."

Wheatley was sort of getting impatient (and itchy), optic flicking from Raiden to the cube to the button and back again.

"Me? I am. Here. In my lair. It's not really a concern of yours, not with all the testing we've got to do."