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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[sawadeertoday]

[ She's kind of put on-edge by the way he suddenly laughs and approaches her, so she ends up looking at him, if only to keep an eye on him. ]

Go ahead. [ she urges casually, before turning off the stove to let the now burnt half of pepper cool off. ]

[wheatdos]

"Okay... Wellllllllllll.... I love tea for one. Ohhhhhh, that stuff is gooooooooood. Love it. Best thing that the humans made in my opinion. Aside from us, but you probably know that... black and green tea happen to be my favorite... I'll tell you what... if you ever want to try some, I'll be glad to give you some. You'll love it. Uhhh, what else? Hmmm....what else, what else, what else... Oh! I love to dance too... Ballroom, classical stuff... and maybe some tango. Never really got into the modern day stuff. It’s a bit... not for me. Tried it. Didn’t think much of it. Oh! and Classical music! Yehehes, classical music is definitely one of my favorites. Gotta love that. Most intellectuals do. There's this one in particular... Beethoven? He’s a real talented guy. Made all sorts of things. Really, I never knew that he could play all those instruments either. And then recorded them by himself. Impressive. Still don’t know how he did that.

On.. on uh, on my free time, When I’m not doing science... cause, you know, I do science a lot, I guess I love to read a good book. Read almost all the books. ‘Cept for the romance novels. Those aren’t particularly... interesting. Human romance, ugh. I’d rather die than read that. Vomit on a page s’what it is. Vomit on a page. Sometimes, I just go outside and lie on the grass and read the good books though. It’s really relaxing. Invigorating, allows me to really clear my mind when I wasn’t trying to kill you. You know, before this truce and all.

...

You know I really did enjoy that. Figuring out how I’d kill you. But I really am enjoying this more. I guess being your friend is something that I really... like doing. Being. Relatively new, but I think it still counts. I think I might miss it when this is all over and done with. Shouldn’t have told you that one, but, ehhh what can you do?
I’m a real builder too love. Bet you wouldn’t think that. You know... uh, with the crap turrets. Shouldn’t have mentioned those either. Just going to... push that back in the past... but! I’ve made loads of things. My core for one. Still working on that. Other stuff too... The castle’s giving me real difficulty with it. V’got my partner though. She’s really helpful with that, so... not as much of a problem.
What else... huh.

Oh! Favorite color! Favorite color’s blue. Right. Blue. Like me.”

[He takes a breath. Looks like he's going to continue-- STOP HIM.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS listens attentively as she removes the burnt pepper half from the pan and puts it on the counter, beginning to chop it carefully into little bits. It's not like there was anything else to do as she did these mindless tasks, she mused as she added them into the now nearly complete batter.

The friend comment piques her intrigue, though. How could he possibly mean that? Although he had done his share of damage, she had also tormented him, never letting up on degrading him as much as she could... it was just like the moron to not think logically about these things at all.

After the week was up, so was their friendship. It was just a pleasantry.

Yet she wondered if she would miss having such a chatty companion during times like these, where she would otherwise be silent and alone. ]

Hm. It seems like I didn't know much after all, [ she interrupts after his last comment about colors. ] And... we could try tea sometime.

[wheatdos]

"Yep. Sounds good."

[He continues to help, beating the eggs.]

"Uh... so um."

[He finished beating the eggs, and began working on the pancake batter.]

"What about you?"

[sawadeertoday]

[ She isn't quite sure how to describe herself, never having done so before. ]

Um...

[ She hesitates, leaning back on the counter, looking thoughtful. She would try and pick out ideas from his points. ]

I... don't really have a favorite food, although I've always wanted to try cake. I'm working on various projects while I'm here, but I'm not done any of them yet. I like... [ Cue her looking away. ] singing, sometimes. When things are going well.

When I'm not working on anything, I... stay in my room. I leave when I need to eat.

... I don't go outside. [ Her sentences are stilted, never having talked so extensively about herself before. ] ... and I'm not sure what my favorite color is.

[ She looks up at him. ]

It'd be easier if you asked, actually. [ She's not sure if she should say anything else. ]

[wheatdos]

"Oh... well! Let me tell you, you're really missing out!"

[He thinks.]

"After this. I'll take you out. We can go somewhere... I don't know too much about the city, but we can both figure it out."

[Really. This cooking thing seems to be going well... they were on a roll.]

"...Do you... uh... sing often?"

[sawadeertoday]

[ She hesitates at his offer. ] ... There are birds outside. And they're after me.

[ But maybe she would go, with enough coaxing. She keeps an eye on what he's doing, even though she doesn't know much more about cooking. ]

... Usually when I'm alone. I don't usually see a reason to start singing when I'm with people. [ Which she rarely is, in this castle. ]

[wheatdos]

"..."

[Uhhh...]

"Whatttt iffffff....What if... I block you. Theeeeeeeeeen... they- they won't see you!"

[He's starting to believe that they are actually after her... Oh wait a minute now...

"...Hmm... Well go on then. G-go on! I'm sure it's great."

[He wants you to sing...]

[sawadeertoday]

Well... [ If she looks too crippled because of her fear, she'll never be taken seriously or be feared by him, later. So she nods. ] I guess we'll give that a try.

And... alright. [ There would be a pause, where she shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of something to sing. Eventually, she decided to go with something she knew really well, and would start. Her voice didn't quite hit the same powerful notes as she was singing quieter, but it was more of a lullaby version of the song instead of an opera. ]

♪ Cara bel, cara mia bella!
Mia bambina, oh ciel!
Ché ella stima!
Ché ella stima!
O cara mia, addio!

♫ La mia bambina cara...
perché non passi lontana?
Sì, lontana da Scienza!
Cara, cara mia bambina...
Ah, mia bella!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia bambina!
Oh cara, cara mia... ♫

[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.