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Do you understand what I'm saying? At all? Does any of this make any sense? Just tell me, 'Yes'. If not, that's fine too. Take your time! Android/core Wheatley RP blog. Sideblog. Under construction.

[hornycritical]

I think Wheatley from Portal 2 has a foot fetish.

[hornycritical]

[wellspokenrambler]

@i-hate-wheatley

[machiavelliancore]

//wTF THERE WAS A HALLOWEEN EVENT AND NO ONE TOLD ME??? ROOD

(.... U know you can still come in right)

[screenshotsofdespair]

[machiavelliancore]

Tagged by: @vxrgil

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10 followers you want to get to know better. Repost, don’t reblog.

Jam

Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him Relationship status: w/ @gabberforth since.... March I wanna say Zodiac: Gemini Pets: a bearded lizard! Wake up at times: anywhere from 10 am to 3 pm lol Love or Lust: Love Lemonade or Tea: Limo Cats or Dogs: yes Text or call: Text Met a celebrity: I met the grandson of Dracula one (yes that one). Light or Dark hair: dark, but it is dyed Last song I listened to: I’m Alive - Portal 2 the (Unofficial) Musical

Tagging: nah

[lukissed--a]

guiltlxss:

                                                              do i blame myself ?                                                                           a b s o l u t e l y .                                                                             is it my fault ?                                                                                       n  o.                                                                   do i know it’s not my fault ?                                                                            s o m e t i m e s .                                                                will i continue to blame myself ?                                                                 A L W A Y S.

[machiavelliancore]

dysbelief replied to your photo: “so i just got the news that this shit orb is a year old today”:

yOURE STIl LUSINg my UCKING ART... <3...

i sure as heck am

in fact i use ur art as icons all the fuckin time

[machiavelliancore]

so i just got the news that this shit orb is a year old today

[machiavelliancore]

ethicaliity:

  Could you reblog this if you’d be willing to interact with a MORALITY CORE of Portal 1? Thanks!!

[asstrainmcfucktruck]

blackademics:

Friendly reminder that my dumbass isn’t good with hints, be direct.

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[machiavelliancore]

vxrgil:

[ Ugh, did you deactivate yourself? We can’t have any of that, can we? ]

  Mainframe audibly frowns, taking a moment to see if this could possibly be a chance to take over the body in the chassis. 

[ Going to what? What was he going to do? Where’s the room? ]

He’s still conscious, but refuses to say anything else. What he meant of course was that Virgil had been working on fixing those bots, but it had been... harder than anticipated. There was a pair of them that had been giving him trouble after apparently being .... fused together if he remembered that right,

Good luck finding the room, though. It wasn’t hidden for no reason.

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[machiavelliancore]

vxrgil:

[ Ah. You should get them yourself. After all, you’re such a helpful little moron. ]

Before they speak, the muted ramblings of Nigel are painfully, glitchily cut off before Mainframe takes his voice on once more, figuring it must be easiest to manipulate the poor dampener this way.

[ Plus, not everyone else should know you’re tangled up in my web just yet. ]

“I don’t - I can’t get them. You go get them.”

He’s adamantly refusing to go any further than this, at this point. “They’re all.. turned off. They won’t know who is who... Virgil was going... was going t-”

His voice cuts out, and he slumps.

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[machiavelliancore]

vxrgil:

[ THE CHASSIS DOESN’T WORK PROPERLY WITHOUT SOMEONE IN IT. I AM THE CHASSIS. ]

  Excess cords drape over the other’s body, They quiet down, their voice seeming to only exist among the muted cacophony starting to drone in Wheatley’s mind – there’s countless other cores trapped in the chassis’ coding, after all.

[ NOW … HELP ME FIND EVERYONE ELSE. ]

“Ah. Yes...”

He’s trailing off, trying not to focus on the dozen or more voices in his head. This is a lot worse than the time he was forced to try and keep the facility from exploding with three otehr voices in his head.

At least these are a litel quieter, but there’s so many of them-

“There’s... a.... room. Full of them. In the back. Please... please make it stop...”

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[vxrgil]

The body appears to be in the process of beginning to deconstruct itself. Cords start making efforts to plug themselves into the core, some metal plating shoving onto his shoulders with more ports in them. Also because aesthetic.

That must really hurt.

[LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE. YOU’LL BE HEARING SOME OLD FRIENDS YOU MUST MISS A LOT.]

[machiavelliancore]

It does It hurts like hell and he's screaming the entire time til he feels like his voicebox is giving out. But then it's over, and he's hanging there in the middle of the chassis, fans kicking into overdrive. He adjusts his glasses. "... that really... really hurt... You were right. What do you want with..."

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[machiavelliancore]

vxrgil:

[I need a body. I won’t have too much control over you, no worries. Unless you don’t cooperate.]

  They explain, tugging Wheatley forward a little, not caring about how uncomfortably tight their grip must be for someone who’s been crushed in a similar way before. A hint of Nigel’s voice remains in theirs, possibly from them being able to tell it’s fucking with the other core.

[It’ll be just like before, except the facility will actually be stable. Maybe I’ll help you out – I can program out that stupidity of yours.]

He doesn’t want things to be like before. He’s putting up a valiant effort, but it’s little use. The cables drag him over to the thing, and he’s left staring at the cobbled-together AI.

“I’m fine, thanks. At least leave me alone if you...” He puts his glasses back on. “Want to go through with this.”

He’s at least used to being pushed around like this, so he knows what to expect. Not that he likes it, mind you. 

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[vxrgil]

  This AI doesn’t like taking no for an answer, clearly. They narrow their eyes, cords whipping out of panels, trying to ensnare the poor blue core. What a dick.

[YOU REALLY ARE A Moron, aren’t you?]

  Their voice shifts to sound more like Nigel’s as an orange glow replaces the red. Nigel’s in there, after all. Among everyone else they’ve taken. They smirk.

[Admit it – you think it’s a good idea to refuse. But all your ideas are bad. That’s what you’re programmed to do.]

[machiavelliancore]

He knows that voice, and he doesn't want to hear it. Nigel may have been an annoying little brat, but at least Wheatley could relate to him.

"I'm not- why do you sound like him. Did you- oh my God"

Being dumbstruck unfortunately leaves him open to attack, and soon enough, he's in that thing's grasp.

"Do you really- really want me in there, then?"

[thefivefootoverlord]

Chell creates a freaking masterpiece of a pumpkin carving while Wheatley screams at the slimy pumpkin seeds and guts getting all over him

[vxrgil]

halloween event start

[vxrgil]

[ONLY BECAUSE I WAS STILL SPITEFUL. DORMANT. PURPOSEFULLY MAKING YOU CORRUPT ENOUGH TO FUCK UP BADLY ENOUGH TO END UP FORCED BACK OUT.]

Cords stir nearby. They fold their arms behind their back, leaning forward with a grin.

[TRUST ME, THAT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.]

[machiavelliancore]

“Ah...”

He’s still.. not happy with the idea, but definitely warming up to it. Wheatley takes off his glasses, blinking. The scar on his face and crack in his glasses is still there, and he’s having a hard time forgetting  what led to this.

“... Still, no thanks.”