1/012: We are frienemies. [Dated back to a day before Larry's date kk]

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley and GLaDOS would be in the kitchen, conversing casually on the first day of their one week truce. That's right everyone, these two psychopaths are actually on a truce. Meaning that they are not going to kill each other or endanger any of the residents of Paradisa.

Wheatley and GlaDOS would be digging through one of the cabinets, looking for a pan... this place really needed to be labeled out. This truce wasn't even a forced one. Spirits would be content, and would even hold an air of amusement.]

"Hmmm... let's see- let's see. Gonna need a pan. Those are important, and... and some eggs. You need eggs to make eggs... oh and some of that... that yellow stuff."

"Of course you need eggs to make eggs, moron."

"Not a moron."

[She would bite back "moron"; that word came too easily. After searching through the cabinets, GLaDOS would eventually find some butter in the fridge, taking it out and offering it to Wheatley.]

"H-how about those little round cakes? Those can't be that difficult to make..."


[Shocked friends of GLaDOS and Wheatley, feel free to barge in on this and ask what the heck is going on!]

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[wheatdos]

[Oh... wow.

Wow.

Wow...

To be honest, he never saw GLaDOS as much of a singer. Or anything that had to do with the arts at all, so he was prepared to make it through something that sounded like chalkboard scratches. He's taken a little aback when she actually sounds... really nice. Fantastic even. When she finishes, he claps. He speaks a bit softer, a little blown away.]

"Wow! That was actually... fantastic. You're a phenomenal singer. Y-you really are. I had no idea."

[sawadeertoday]

[ Even though she knew she wasn't a terrible singer, the praise... from him... is odd. She gives him a little awkward smile before her glance started moving about, to anything but him. ] ... Thank you.

It's hardly something to expect from someone like me. [ She shrugs, the small smile disappearing as quickly as it had came. She looks towards the batter. ] ... How is that going, by the way?

[wheatdos]

"Great. Perfect. Fine. Terrific."

[/cough...]

"All ready to go."

[Do you trust him? [Y/N]]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She takes a look at it. ] It looks mixed enough. It's time to start making the pancakes, then.

[ She heads to the pan that had the pepper in it before, putting it back on the stove. Finally, she uses the prior knife to cut a small piece of the butter, letting it fall into the pan and then turning on the stove. ]

First, we need this to melt. Then, we'll start by putting some of the batter in so we can start making them.

[wheatdos]

[He nods.]

"Easy enough."

[He's still grinning like an idiot. At nothing in particular. He seemed like he was always so upbeat and content all the time, it was strange.]

"...Try not to eat too much of this though. I've already decided... I'll take you out for... for cake too."

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS watches the butter, moving the pan around so that it would spread as it melted. She was pretty sure that was the point. ]

... You will? [ She's kind of flattered, but she tries to keep it under check. She's also eager to taste cake, the one human food she had talked about even since she was an AI. It must be good if it was such a good motivator for test subjects. ] Alright. I won't eat too much.

[ Finally, the butter melts completely, and she nods to him. ] Now, pour some of the batter in, but not too much. We have to make one at a time.

[wheatdos]

[He gives a determined face, and pours some of the batter in there. It's a little on the too much side, but it'll work with making a really big pancake.]

"Steaaaaddyyy. Th-There we go."

[sawadeertoday]

[ It's a bit much, but she doesn't complain. She'll just give it to him when it's done. ]

Alright, now we wait until it's cooked enough on that side. Then... the book said to flip it, I think.

[wheatdos]

[He nods, grasping the pan. He's still slightly distracted from that really strange joint dream. It just started sinking in... what happened... what his core said. A whole ton happened today, and he didn't actually know what to make of it. And what's with this being... human? Being all civil. What was that all about? What if he died? And then not wanting to kill her? That was still happening. All this philosophical thinking as he was just making pancakes... it was almost anti-climactic. His voice sounded distracted.

He wondered if GLaDOS could see how conflicted he looked! Suddenly, he's looking away from her.]

"Okay... Okay. Got it. Wait till it's cooked and flipped. No problem."

[sawadeertoday]

[ She left him to it, going to get a spatula (well, to her, a flat-looking thing on a handle) to flip the pancake over once needed. She returned, leaving it next to the stove.

Wheatley looked distracted, she noticed immediately, as though his mind was elsewhere. She didn't want to ask, but his looking away bothered her. ]

... Is everything alright? [ she asked, after a moment of hesitation. Concern did come naturally, which was a bit concerning in itself, but voicing it didn't. ]

[wheatdos]

"What?"

[Barely heard her. He grabs the spatula, and twirls it around.]

"Oh... yeah. Everything's fine! Completely fine."

[She knew when he was lying all this time. Wheats is an open book. It doesn't take much to tell he's lying through his stupid teeth. He manages to flip the pancake. That looked well at least... smelled different than normal pancakes... but still looked pretty good...]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She did indeed know he was lying. It was too obvious. And GLaDOS has no tact. ]

We're friends for the week. You might as well get it off of your mind.

[ She was impressed by how he didn't mess up anything yet, though, concerning the cooking. ]

[wheatdos]

[Yep. An impressive pancake. Except when he goes to put it on the plate and it falls on the floor.

...

He.. just... slowly... ignores it and pours another.]]

"Was thinking about that dream, love. You know, the one we both had."

[sawadeertoday]

[ ..... Sigh. She stoops down to pick it up and throw it out before returning to his side. ]

Mm. That was... an odd dream. [ She replied, not saying much so that he could continue speaking. It had been quite an experience, and she still was shaken by everything that had happened. Mostly the thought that he had died (which really was counter-productive, she realized. Conflicting) and the whole ordeal with that idiotic Cave Johnson. ]

[wheatdos]

"You think the... castle was trying to tell us something? Maybe? Send us a message of some sort? I'm really starting to think this place is exactly like our lab, love. Except... with us... being the test subjects."

[GLaDOS please keep an eye on this pancake. Please please please or else no one will ever get pancakes.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She's not liking that idea, nope. ] ... So you're saying that we're just at its whim and there's nothing we can do about it?

Although that's the feeling that I've been getting lately. Although nothing is invincible. I'm sure there's a way to stop it.

[ She glances at the pancake, deciding to take over from here. As soon as it seemed cooked enough, she flipped it (with some minor difficulty) and watched it as it continued to cook. ]

There has to be a way to get back, too.

[wheatdos]

[When she takes over, he steps aside.]

"Maybe we can talk to it. S-Some of the other residents said something about being able to talk to the castle."

[sawadeertoday]

[ Hm. She glances thoughtfully at him before looking at the pancake again. ]

Do you know if it's ever responded? [ Because if it did, she would want to have a... lovely chat with it. ]

[wheatdos]

[He shrugs.]

"Now...uh, that is something that I don't know. Could've. Not exactly sure. Tell you what, I'll ask. Right after I take you out, it'll be the first thing on my list."

[sawadeertoday]

Hm. Alright then; that would be appreciated. [ The pancake seems done. So with great carefulness, she takes it with the spatula and slowly drops it into the plate. Phew. ]

There's one. Can you pour the next one?

[wheatdos]

"Oh! Right... okay, okay... pour it..."

[He slinks up behind her and reaches over her shoulder, pouring the batter into the pan. What is personal space. This works. He pours it, she cooks it. The perfect plan.

"I can hardly wait for this. Hunger is one of those..."not very good" feelings..."

[sawadeertoday]

[ She tilts her head up, a little surprised but otherwise unperturbed by the invasion of her space. After all, this was the guy that she had been cuddling with before, and that was much closer. ]

It really isn't. I almost pity real humans for feeling this for their entire sad lives. [ she comments as she starts watching the pancake. ]

[wheatdos]

"Can you actually see yourself... being this way? For years?"

[He doesn't want to discourage her but-- okay, maybe he shouldn't have worded it that way...]

[sawadeertoday]

No. [ No, she doesn't want to be this way for so long. She'd probably go insane. It makes her feel and doubt and in her opinion, she felt a bit pathetic. ] I don't want to be this way for so long, either.

[ She keeps a close watch on the pancake, flipping it when needed. ]

[wheatdos]

[When she finished the Pancake, he'd be sure to do the same thing again, pouring the batter.]

"...That's understandable. I suppose it's a...a-reasonable want. Completely logical."