[COMPUTER MALFUNCTION]

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Oh? Well, it's kind of uncomfortable. I was considering just wearing a scarf instead, honestly.

Well, the new tagging system on Tumblr enables you to find blogs solely by key words they put in their posts. I searched “HAL rp,” found your personal, and then found this one.  If that sounds creepy, I’m sincerely sorry. 

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“What did I do?” Hal glared at Wheatley. “I was the one who figured out how to shut down the neurotoxin, I was the one who replaced the turrets, I did lots of things you would’ve taken the whole damn day to do! Granted, I would’ve been lost without you guiding me around, but that doesn’t mean I did nothing in all this!”

“Oh really? That’s what you think, is it? Well, maybe it’s time I did something then.” GLaDOS’s head was slowly pulled down under the chamber and her “no’s” could be heard until she was brought back into Hal’s view. She was now a potato. “And don’t think I’m not onto you too. You know what you are? Selfish. I’ve done nothing but sacrifice to get us here! What have you sacrificed? NOTHING. Zero. All you’ve done is BOSS ME AROUND. Well, NOW who’s the boss?” He came rather close to Hal’s face. “Who’s the boss?” His face was almost against the glass of the lift. “It’s me,” he nearly whispered.

“I didn’t boss you around,” Hal said sternly, staring directly into Wheatley’s eyes. “And who are you to call me selfish? You promised you’d help me, and look what you do.” He started to bang on the elevator, trying to break the glass. “You aren’t the boss; you can’t do anything to me.” Miniscule cracks started to form because of Hal’s banging on the glass, and he smirked.

Hal felt a jolt of fear whenever She talked, although he knew She couldn’t hurt them, it was just instinct. Or whatever instincts were to an android. He grabbed Wheatley’s hand and pulled him to the panel, lifting his shirt up to expose his back, which is where his socket was. Trying to ignore the slight embarrassment he felt for some reason, he pushed Wheatley into the plug sticking out of the panel, a bit more forcibly that he intended.

“Ouch! Okay, alright, it’s happening…!” Wheatley was lowered into the ground and so was GLaDOS. Screams of pain from both androids were clearly audible. It ended soon, however, and Wheatley was lifted up into the air, now in GLaDOS’s place. “WOW-HOW-HOW! HEY, LOOK AT ME!”

“Right, right, sorry! I got that…” He pushed a few buttons. “Although… how am I gonna get out of here too? Pop myself off, I guess?” The elevator moved upwards. “I just can’t believe how small you are though! And I’m huge! Ahahaha…” He stared at Hal and the elevator slowed to a stop “AhahaHAHAHAHA!” His laughter sounded much more insane than the joyous laughter from before.

Hal shrunk back at the comment that he was small, but tried to ignore it. He felt his blood run cold, metaphorically of course, when the elevator stopped. He pressed his hands against it and stared at Wheatley, confused. Wasn’t the entire point of putting Wheatley in charge getting Hal out of Aperture? He swallowed as Wheatley laughed, hating this feeling of powerlessness.

“Actually…” He smiled deviously at Hal. “Why do we have to go right now? Do you have any idea how good this feels?” He swallowed. “I did this! Tiny little Wheatley.. did all this!” He glared at Hal. “And what did you do?”

“What did I do?” Hal glared at Wheatley. “I was the one who figured out how to shut down the neurotoxin, I was the one who replaced the turrets, I did lots of things you would’ve taken the whole damn day to do! Granted, I would’ve been lost without you guiding me around, but that doesn’t mean I did nothing in all this!”

Hal felt a jolt of fear whenever She talked, although he knew She couldn’t hurt them, it was just instinct. Or whatever instincts were to an android. He grabbed Wheatley’s hand and pulled him to the panel, lifting his shirt up to expose his back, which is where his socket was. Trying to ignore the slight embarrassment he felt for some reason, he pushed Wheatley into the plug sticking out of the panel, a bit more forcibly that he intended.

“Ouch! Okay, alright, it’s happening…!” Wheatley was lowered into the ground and so was GLaDOS. Screams of pain from both androids were clearly audible. It ended soon, however, and Wheatley was lifted up into the air, now in GLaDOS’s place. “WOW-HOW-HOW! HEY, LOOK AT ME!”

“Right, right, sorry! I got that…” He pushed a few buttons. “Although… how am I gonna get out of here too? Pop myself off, I guess?” The elevator moved upwards. “I just can’t believe how small you are though! And I’m huge! Ahahaha…” He stared at Hal and the elevator slowed to a stop “AhahaHAHAHAHA!” His laughter sounded much more insane than the joyous laughter from before.

Hal shrunk back at the comment that he was small, but tried to ignore it. He felt his blood run cold, metaphorically of course, when the elevator stopped. He pressed his hands against it and stared at Wheatley, confused. Wasn’t the entire point of putting Wheatley in charge getting Hal out of Aperture? He swallowed as Wheatley laughed, hating this feeling of powerlessness.

Hal felt a jolt of fear whenever She talked, although he knew She couldn’t hurt them, it was just instinct. Or whatever instincts were to an android. He grabbed Wheatley’s hand and pulled him to the panel, lifting his shirt up to expose his back, which is where his socket was. Trying to ignore the slight embarrassment he felt for some reason, he pushed Wheatley into the plug sticking out of the panel, a bit more forcibly that he intended.

“Ouch! Okay, alright, it’s happening…!” Wheatley was lowered into the ground and so was GLaDOS. Screams of pain from both androids were clearly audible. It ended soon, however, and Wheatley was lifted up into the air, now in GLaDOS’s place. “WOW-HOW-HOW! HEY, LOOK AT ME!”

Hal felt a jolt of fear whenever She talked, although he knew She couldn’t hurt them, it was just instinct. Or whatever instincts were to an android. He grabbed Wheatley’s hand and pulled him to the panel, lifting his shirt up to expose his back, which is where his socket was. Trying to ignore the slight embarrassment he felt for some reason, he pushed Wheatley into the plug sticking out of the panel, a bit more forcibly that he intended.

“You know. About what you said the other day. You said you knew what it feels like to want to do…” His voice faltered for a moment, “…you know. And seeing as you’re so concerned over my desire to do That, you should have little objections when I ask: Why? And don’t lie to me.”

“Why… what?” Wheatley didn’t look at Hal.

Hal sighed, looking directly at Wheatley. “That day. With the knife. You said you knew what it felt like to want to…” He made a cutting motion in front of his neck.

“Oh. Just.. because I’ve been the reason for many people dying, and many lives being ruined. And losing people.” He shrugged, looking at the ground.

“That’s…” Hal looked away from him, starting to get uncomfortable. “You…” He didn’t know what to say. Well, he did, but he didn’t know what to say without revealing anything about himself. “Sorry for asking. I was just a little…”

“Invasive?” Wheatley’s arms were now crossed.

“No. I mean, I might have been a little invasive. But that wasn’t what I was going to say.” He still didn’t look at Wheatley.

“It’s what I’m saying. I don’t go around asking you why YOU wanna cut your bloody neck open.”

Hal rubbed his neck self-consciously, looking at Wheatley out of the corner of his eye. “I just always assumed you didn’t want to know.”

“You know. About what you said the other day. You said you knew what it feels like to want to do…” His voice faltered for a moment, “…you know. And seeing as you’re so concerned over my desire to do That, you should have little objections when I ask: Why? And don’t lie to me.”

“Why… what?” Wheatley didn’t look at Hal.

Hal sighed, looking directly at Wheatley. “That day. With the knife. You said you knew what it felt like to want to…” He made a cutting motion in front of his neck.

“Oh. Just.. because I’ve been the reason for many people dying, and many lives being ruined. And losing people.” He shrugged, looking at the ground.

“That’s…” Hal looked away from him, starting to get uncomfortable. “You…” He didn’t know what to say. Well, he did, but he didn’t know what to say without revealing anything about himself. “Sorry for asking. I was just a little…”

“Invasive?” Wheatley’s arms were now crossed.

“No. I mean, I might have been a little invasive. But that wasn’t what I was going to say.” He still didn’t look at Wheatley.