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𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐍

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portzel

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she nothing on my nothing till i nothing #wherediditgo

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i can't tell if the moral orel hyperfixation is coming back or if it's just because im rewatching it

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Stop looking at me with them eyes boy

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I fucking HATE being perfectionist dude I literally was one of those losers who got TOLD by a SPECIALIST that they are a PERFECTIONIST and seriously answered with the "I'm not good enough to be called that"-shit BITCH ARE YOU INSANE???

"oooUuooghhh but what if they see tHe mIsTaKeS" just shut up, shut up, SHUT THE FUCK UP "OOOUUOOGHHH what if they think I'm too bad to be talking about perfectionism" IT'S A FUCKING SKETCH FROM 4 AM BITCH JUST LET ME POST MY SHIT AND GO TO SLEEP WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM

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there sure is :3

behold, you but pink

// this is my au version of pure :3 he's the astronomer on PNK team (Programming Numerical Knowledge)

Ooohh wonderful! Outstanding job!!!

I like it alot, Pink may not be my favourite colour but you made me look like I can pull it off! Now I'm wondering if there's a pink version of brutal in your little "au" thing hm?

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i complained to my mom about the fact that my period cramps barely eased up at all today and she told me to schedule a doctor's appointment but the nearest availability was fucking NOVEMBER 25 💔

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Begin Emergency Testing

Now that Wheatley has gotten them to the testing track, Mick and Spy need to figure out how to navigate these chambers.

Masterlist

First

Wheatley descended from the panel in the ceiling, paying no attention to the state of the room. "Now, on this testing track, you'll find a gun that makes holes."

Mick and Spy groaned and stood up, brushing the dust and debris off of themselves.

"So, a gun?" Mick looked up at Wheatley, clearly done with all of this.

Wheatley closed his optic and seemed to shake his head. "No, mate, not bullet holes. Portals. You're looking for a portal gun."

"A bloody what?!"

Wheatley paused, then looked at the two men sheepishly. "Ah... right, I suppose you wouldn't know about that. Considering, er, you're not... Aperture employees, or test subjects," he looked away, shifting his handles in a way that looked nervous, before looking back at them. "It's a gun, it's kinda... white, and round? And it's got these, uh, things coming off the front of it."

Mick and Spy just looked at him.

"...you know what? I'll just show you when you get to it, how's that, mates?"

After sharing a look, the two mercs nodded and exited the now destroyed room.

Wheatley looked pleased. "That's the spirit! I'll meet you up ahead."

Mick took a step forward, only to immediately fall through a glass ceiling into a small glass room.

"AUGH!"

Spy looked down at him, then carefully dropped down to avoid getting cut.

"Graceful."

"Piss off."

Mick stood up and brushed himself off, then spotted two pairs of... very odd looking boots.

"...somethin' tells me we should put those on." He looked at Spy.

Spy looked mildly disgusted. "Mon dieu, those are hideous."

Before Mick could respond, the crackle of an intercom sounded above them.

"Hello. Welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center. We are currently experiencing technical difficulties with our nuclear power supply. However, thanks to emergency testing protocols, testing can continue. These pre-recorded messages will provide instructional and motivational support so that science can still be done, even in the event of environment, social, economic, or structural collapse."

Mick looked at Spy. "What the bloody hell were they doin' in this place?"

Spy didn't answer, too stunned to speak.

"Please put on the provided boots. These are to ensure there is a lower chance of bodily harm due to a fall. Remember to land on your feet."

Spy sighed and changed his shoes. "Mon dieu, ils sont si laids..."

"The portal will open, and emergency testing will begin in three. Two. One."

An orange portal appeared on the wall in front of them, and a blue one appeared outside the small glass room.

Mick pulled his own boots on, then stumbled slightly as he stood up. "Bloody hell, it's like I'm wearin' bloody stilettos..."

"You say that like you've worn them before."

Mick rolled his eyes. "...lost a bet. Now let's go."

He cautiously reached through the portal, looking over to where the other one was.

Spy raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Mick shook his head. "...just feels bloody weird. Seein' my own hand all the way over there."

The two of them stepped through the portal, looking around the dilapidated room.

"...it's only been, what, 10... 12 years? Since Aperture was abandoned. And it's already this overgrown?"

The two mercs exchanged a look of unease, but it quickly turned back into disdain for each other.

They stepped through the door, and were met with a large red button on the ground, and a cube that was dropped from the ceiling. The intercom crackled again.

"Cube-and-button based testing remains an important tool for science, even in a fire emergency. If cube-and-button based testing caused this emergency, don't worry. The odds of this happening twice are very slim."

"Quoi??"

Mick went over to the cube and picked it up. "Ugh- this thing is heavy!"

He placed it on the button, and a second door opened... albeit with sparks flying.

Spy rubbed his eyes, then slipped through the door, narrowly avoiding another burst of sparks. Mick followed in the same manner.

Once again, the intercom sounded.

"Please note the incandescent particle field across the exit. This Material Emancipation Grill will vaporize any unauthorized equipment that passes through it."

Mick immediately glanced down at his prosthetic leg. "I... really hope this doesn't count as 'unauthorized'."

Spy stepped through the emancipation grill, shuddering. "Merde... that tingles."

Mick carefully put his leg through the grill. Thankfully, the prosthetic stayed intact. He let out a sigh of relief and followed Spy to the elevator.

They soon arrived at the second test chamber. This intercom sounded even more beat up.

"If you feel liquid running down your neck: relax, lie on your back, and apply immediate pressure to your temples. You are simply experiencing a rare reaction in which the Material Emancipation Grill may have emancipated the ear tubes inside your head."

Mick nearly tripped when he heard that. "Jesus, I knew Aperture was a buncha loons, but Jesus!"

The two mercs dropped off a small ledge into another room. Separated by glass walls, they could see another button, a cube, and the exit. In front of each was a small button.

An orange portal opened behind them.

Spy approached one of the small buttons,then cautiously pressed it. As he did, a blue portal opened in the glass room.

"...Bushman, get the cube. I believe I've figured this out."

"Why do I have to do it?"

Spy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because you are already next to the portal, imbécile."

Mick reluctantly stepped through and grabbed the cube, then came back out. Spy then went to the button on the other side and pressed it, causing the blue portal to move.

"Ah, as I thought."

Mick again went through the portal, this time placing the cubewon the large button. The exit door opened.

Spy pressed the final button, and the two of them stepped through the portal and through the door.

"Good. Because of the technical difficulties we are currently experiencing, your test environment is unsupervised. Before re-entering a relaxation vault at the conclusion of testing, please take a moment to write down the results of your test. An Aperture Science Reintegration Associate will interview you once the facility is fully staffed again."

Mick glared upwards. "These bloody message things are already gettin' on my nerves."

Spy nodded in agreement, then they stepped into another elevator.

As they descended, Spy turned to Mick. "I suppose we will need to work together, Bushman. Truce?"

He held out a gloved hand.

Mick stared at it for a moment, then groaned and shook it.

"Truce."

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req'd by @confused-reading-ink-rat

this is on par with the vibes of asking someone if they've been a bad person mid-bang

text: Glucose Provider

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when in doubt about whether or not to make a thing, do it for your 3 hardcore fans.

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nya~

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ill pick em out don't worry *holds up tweezers*

hey. catch

// this is in reference to the shipping joke yesterday lmao

AGH- *gets thorns on his face*

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im wondering if ive really been stel these past few days. i think i might actually be gerard

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forced t break (vape is empty) and even my favorite snacks sound nauseating right now

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