Little known fact: I do enjoy video games. And guess which one I like the best. Well… obviously… PORTAL! So from the brain of Sam M. Holmes, I give you Enrichment Center! Enjoy.

Basically, the beginning is recap of the end of Portal 2.

I do not own Portal: 1 or 2. Darm it…

The End of Wheatley

Chell felt the cold metal against her hands, grasping it roughly. Wheatley yelled, panicking as the great vacuum of space pulled and tugged at his restraints. "SPACE!" he screeched. Chell saw the Earth, glimmering in the planet-like beauty. She'd never seen anything like it. She wished she could speak. "Don't. Let. GO! We're in SPACE!" Wheatley punctuated each word with a burst of yelling. The blue light that acted as his consciousness flickered nervously. The Space Sphere slammed into him, screaming about finally getting to space. "LET GO! LET GO! I'm still connected. I can pull myself in! I can still fix this!" Chell felt a pang somewhere deep in her chest, but she knew what had to be done. She looked at him in a cool, pitiless frown.

"I've already fixed it! And YOU are not coming back in!" droned GLaDOS, taking back control of the systems. A claw threateningly pulled at the wires holding Wheatley to Earth.

"Oh no! Change of plans! Hold on to me! Tighter!" Wheatley screamed as he was wrenched away from Chell, her hand drifting lazily in space. Oxygen dispelled from her lungs, and she felt woozy. "GRABMEGRABMEGRABME…!" Wheatley disappeared, a little blue light falling soundlessly into the forever black. Chell was lightly placed back in Aperture, fading into darkness herself.

Wheatley's velocity decreased, the metallic scream disappearing as he calmed down. "I'm… I'm in space. I'm…" The Intelligence Dampening Sphere glowed sadly. "Could… could I take it back?" For the first time in a while, Wheatley felt emotional pain. Anger, sorrow, ecstasy…. Space.

Chell opened her eyes, startled as two odd looking robots pulled away from her. GLaDOS exhaled like only a robot could. "Oh! Thank God, you're alright. You know, being Caroline taught me a valuable lesson. I thought you were my greatest enemy, when all along you were my best friend." Chell was speechless (beyond the fact that she couldn't speak). "The surge of emotion shot through me when I saved your life. That taught me an even more valuable lesson. Where Caroline lives in my brain… goodbye…" GLaDOS deleted the memory. " You know, deleting Caroline just now taught me a lesson. The best solution to a problem is usually the easiest one. And I'll be honest, killing you is hard. You know what my days used to be like? I just tested. Nobody murdered me or put my in a potato or fed me to birds… I've had a pretty good life. And then you showed up. You dangerous, mute lunatic." Chell begged to differ, but she supposed that if GLaDOS was going to kill her, she would have done that while Chell was unconscious. "But you know what, you win! Just go…" The elevator started moving. Chell felt joy course through her body, reaching out the sides of the moving platform. "It's been fun. Don't come back."

The Space Sphere danced, or more floated happily through space. Its happiness didn't touch the blue orb floating not too far away. But it didn't mind. It was in space now. SPACE! "YEEEEEEEHAAHAHAHA!" It pirouetted, basking in the glow of the giant star.

Wheatley shut his blue light inside the closing mechanism, sighing. There was nothing he could do. No way to get back home. Stuck with the mindless Space sphere. They called him a moron and threw him into space. He was considerably upset. Anger boiled in his circuits. He would get them back, oh yes. Revenge was sweet, like candy floss. Wheatley paused, realizing that he had no taste buds. That might be an issue. Then revenge was cold… Ice cold. Wheatley laughed, alerting the Space Sphere of his companion.

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! WE'RE IN SPACE!"

"I KNOW WE'RE IN SPACE, MATE!"

Chell gazed into the flowing grass, mind blown by the sunlight. Everything was so beautiful. The door to Aperture slammed shut. Spinning around, she was so tempted to reopen that door. To her surprise, the door slammed open and a familiar cube launched itself at her. The faded, painted hearts grinned up at her. The Companion Cube. The door slammed again, leaving Chell in the blinding light. The sun was so unlike that of the artificial lamps in the laboratories. Her ears picked up on the chirping of birds, so unlike the whirring of machines. Picking up the Cube, Chell trudged through the grass, letting one hand dangle in the flowing mat of plant. If there was anyone still alive, she would find them. Still Alive…

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SMH