The Quiet One

The immediate reaction to this was a slight jump in surprise, for Chell had hardly expected a voice to arise and pull her from her thoughts so suddenly. She blinked, slowly turning towards the source with a mixture of curiosity and hesitance forming for just a moment or so within her eyes, and then her gaze landed on him. She gave the him a flat stare and a slightly raised brow, and then carefully took out a small notepad and a pencil from a pocket, quickly scribbling something down on it in response before turning it to him so he could see.

‘I’m out on a pleasant stroll of course. …What do you think I’m doing here?’ Had been written, sarcasm evident.

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Typical. Clueless humans wandering about, more so with this particular one. His former escape partner, one he had attempted to kill multiple times but failed. However this one was different. Multiverse was always full of surprises.

Critical cerulean eyes scrutinized the woman in front of him, deciding she had no weapons on her person, therefore she posed no real threat. But, as always, best not underestimate someone who had avoided death so precariously- in his eyes anyway. Straightening, he clasped his hands behind his back, rocking back on his heels, waiting for her to write her silly note. In his own universe, She had given the human a notepad. He wondered how she can gotten hers.

Absent thoughts dropped when said pad was turned his was for examination. Clearing his throat softly, he glanced at her before stepping closer, so as to read her terrible hand writing better.

A grin at her snark, arching back from her to raise an eyebrow. “Ohoh- my apologies. I didn’t know you could even walk straight. What with all that brain damage.”

#insanityprone #kinda short #sorry ^^;

At his reply, she just let out a soft chuckle and rolled her eyes with a rather amused smirk forming a moment later; she didn't even know why she hadn't expected some sort of snide comment along those lines-- it had been far too long without any sort of dry comment from Her either, so she guessed it was about time for someone to say something. "Hm." A simple sound left her a moment later. The comment didn't bother her.

'This isn't my world, is it? I've seen many different Apertures, different versions of Her, and while you don't look like the others, your voice is enough to tell-- you're Wheatley?' She wrote a moment later.

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“Uhh, what are you doing here?”

#Hello! You're very welcome ^^#nice to meet you c:#And PFF it's alright~#Chell's just like >_>?

'I'm out on a pleasant stroll of course. ...What do you think I'm doing here?' Had been written, sarcasm evident.

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The second he finished talking, she circled him and got rather close, though only because she was inspecting him for any injuries and such— she didn’t delve too much into his personal bubble, but she was prodding about his chest and back carefully, looking for any bruises or such things to be alarmed about.

She eventually stopped in front of him, and held up the notepad once again. ‘THEY TESTED ON YOU??’ was written in all capitals, the pencil probably having pressed hard enough to dent the shape of each letter into numerous pages beneath that one— she was mildly surprised that she hadn’t broken it in the process, but her eyes were terribly fierce. She had been sitting in her home in moderate comfort for eleven years, meanwhile he’d been stuck down here being tested on -and goodness knows what else- without much chance to see the sun? It didn’t… It did not sit well with her. At all.

Chell shook her head, no. No, no no. That wouldn’t do at all— not a bit; she’d find some way to fix this. Looking back at her notepad, she wrote something else before turning it back to him.

‘I’ll help you get out.’

“I appreciate all of your help, Chell,” he sighed. “But the thing is… It’s inevitable, the whole them kidnapping me. They have a chip, not like a potato chip but a computer chip and it can track me wherever I go. It’s impossible to get it out, I’ve tried.”

He slouched over and fell back in his seat.

#alreadyblue #Someone's determined~

Raising a brow at his words, she threw a look his way that should have presented the silent question of 'So? So what??' before Chell shook her head and gave the note pad a little shake as to emphasize the fact that she wasn't exactly going to let this slide no matter what the other said. If there was one thing she had learnt during her time in the facility, it was that absolutely nothing in those walls should ever be deemed impossible for any reason whatsoever. Still, she still had to come up with some sort of grounding for a plan to get him out.

Hm.

She withdrew her notepad and looked at it for a moment with a hardened gaze as if it held the answers she needed, and a frown formed not too long after she realized that no such help was being given. "..." Chell looked back at him and then wrote once more-- she ripped the paper off of its binding and handed it to him.

'You helped me get out last time, and even though things turned into a mess, I still got out, and I'm going to get you out.' She had written, and underneath it asked quite clearly 'What does it take for one to get a job down here? Even a small one. If I'm going to help you I'll need to be able to stick around.'

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She didn’t exactly want to think about how three robots could appear, unseen by other humans, and drag poor Wheatley all the way back down to Aperture. In fact, the very mention of it rather unnerved her; they were probably very lifelike androids of some form, and she ended up shaking her head at his explanation. Goodness; things certainly had changed a monumental amount since her last ‘visit’ to the facility.

‘You don’t even try at all anymore?’ She’d written for him. ‘We’re not even that far away from the surface at this point. Two weeks isn’t exactly that small of a time period if you use it well.’ Chell gave him a quizzical look and tipped her head to one side just slightly to emphasize it. Then, she paused.

‘I supposed She doesn’t allow much freedom from you then?’ Her eyes shot from the notepad to his upon finishing her writing, slightly steely and locked onto him for that moment. She highly doubted that it was just a simple process of Wheatley being brought back -somehow- and them sticking him back into a human body, and then everything was fine after that. Chell remembered all too well about what the female AI had wished to do to him should she have ever gotten the chance. A lump formed in her throat at the thought— none of that had happened to him, right?

“See the thing is, I tried running away and that didn’t work. I tried sneaking out and that, too, didn’t work,” he sighed, leaning back. “They kicked me out once but then they brought me back in to test on. Even though it didn’t seem like it, they have the exit guarded. It’s just horrifying how much eyes they have here!”

#alreadyblue #sorry too ^^; I've been kind abusy lately.

The second he finished talking, she circled him and got rather close, though only because she was inspecting him for any injuries and such-- she didn't delve too much into his personal bubble, but she was prodding about his chest and back carefully, looking for any bruises or such things to be alarmed about.

She eventually stopped in front of him, and held up the notepad once again. 'THEY TESTED ON YOU??' was written in all capitals, the pencil probably having pressed hard enough to dent the shape of each letter into numerous pages beneath that one-- she was mildly surprised that she hadn't broken it in the process, but her eyes were terribly fierce. She had been sitting in her home in moderate comfort for eleven years, meanwhile he'd been stuck down here being tested on -and goodness knows what else- without much chance to see the sun? It didn't... It did not sit well with her. At all.

Chell shook her head, no. No, no no. That wouldn't do at all-- not a bit; she'd find some way to fix this. Looking back at her notepad, she wrote something else before turning it back to him.

'I'll help you get out.'

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Wheatley continued mumbling to himself sourly as the girl righted herself. The corruption thread of coding eagerly taking the lowered, redirected guard and attention as a window of opportunity. Even his optic was starting to darken, like Wheatley himself was starting to be pulled from the core and replaced with a distorted version far beyond anything that could be called ‘Wheatley’. A small distorted laugh rippled out as the test subject finally got to her feet.

“Ha.. ha ha ha…” The plates on the walls glowed a dim red. The massive body swinging down toward Chell again, leaning closer as if he was somehow convinced he was now immune to any other attempts Chell made. Starting to believe he was untouchable and couldn’t be dethroned. All simply revolving around the fact that this was his time to prove it.

Thinking about it only spurred his determination further. Another small chuckle escaping his vocals,

“HmHmHm… What am I going to do? Now there’s an actual question worth answering. I’m going to run this facility, and it’s going to be greater then Her’s ever was. And you’re going to test—” He abruptly twitched hard. Sending a spray of colored sparks floating to the ground. The little blue core was definitely still inside, just buried by the manipulative corruption board. The core jerked toward Chell with every statement like he was trying to intimidate her into simply submitting.

“And you know why? You know why you’re going to test?-” He jerked toward her obnoxiously, almost bumping her forehead yelling enraged,

“Because I am smarter than you!!” He almost shrieked it, plates flaring out as wide as they could in his adrenaline. His optic narrowed almost to a slit at her, as if someone was still constantly calling him that sensitive word.

#talk-to-wheatley #for anyone who's reading this all confused #this is a nightmare #Wheatley's #how do I nightmare #it was started from an ask and picked up from there so #thus the confusion #Wheatley wake up ok

Having to lean back in order to give herself room as the AI continued to loom almost uncomfortably close to her, Chell found that she absolutely could not reply- no words of any sort popped up in the forefront of her mind, and for the first time since her first awakening all the way back within the Enrichment Center, Chell felt something very dense and cold work its way up her gut and spread like ice through her chest. Fear...? Possibly, but then again she wasn't even afraid. It was an odd combination of feelings she had never felt before.

She had come to the conclusion that, given the confusing circumstances and her general lack of equipment, there was very little she could do in order to get out a second time. He wasn't about to repeat the same mistakes as last time, she realized, apart from somehow fitting himself back into the chassis once again. It would be the same thing each day forever, and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt very much defeated as it was, and she realized then that defeat was the odd swelling in her chest.

'I guess you are, then.' The words didn't quite reach her lips, and she just looked up at him for a moment. She turned and looked over her shoulder; the walls rippled some-- fuzzed in and out of focus as they twitched clumsily around the room; the nightmare was unfolding itself and becoming sloppy. "I'm sorry." This time, words were uttered, and she looked back at him. "I'm tired of testing." As if on cue, the ceiling and walls started to fall away and break; melting away almost from the fire that hid in wait behind the panels; very much like it had when last they met. As for the AI, the world became a strange swirl of chaos not too long after that; the fire had flooded in surrounded almost everything, including Chell whom didn't even seem to react to it. It clung to her outfit and tore away at her skin without remorse she looked at him once before she was gone-- hidden behind the wall of flames.

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Now things were starting to get terribly difficult for Chell to hold on. Chell’s arms were becoming strained; burning almost from the tension around each muscle as she tried to hold on— not out of sheer stubbornness anymore, but because with all of his lashing about there would be no way she could fall the right way in order to land on her feet. It just couldn’t be done right then. This was bad; Chell hadn’t expected to get into this situation, and now she had no idea how to get out.

Well, damn.

Unfortunately, her arms didn’t exactly seem to want to wait any longer for her to plan out how exactly she’d get out of this situation, and she lost her grip a moment later with a sharp intake of breath. She tried to angle herself in order to flip or at least do some kind of maneuver in which she’d be able to land on her feet at least somewhat properly, but no. She landed on her side instead whilst falling at an angle, rolling just slightly before coming to a stop on her back. Miraculously nothing seemed to have been broken as far as she knew, but goodness was her head ever spinning up an awful storm for a few seconds. She managed to pull herself up into a sitting position, and winced as it appeared that her right arm, which she had landed on first, protested heavily upon being moved by sending out a burst of pain from her shoulder.

That wasn’t exactly a concern right then, however, and she looked back up at the other whilst thoughts continued to swim about in her mind. She didn’t have her portal gun, the facility was repaired so there would be no repeats of what happened last time even if she’d had the gun in her possession, and GLaDOS wasn’t anywhere in sight. She didn’t have very much to use. “Please… You’re not a moron, alright? Just. Stop.”

As the human’s hands slipped free of his plating he pulled away from her, and shook himself several more times as if he wasn’t aware he had been freed from the little parasite yet. Finally coming to a stop to focus back on her. His optic shuttering rapidly, widening in concern as he saw her lying there— but only for a moment. The same insulted suspicious expression boiled up. The room was now a dim murky lighting, similar to when Glados was in charge, but less annoyingly clean cut and more perilously unstable. He scoffed loudly.

“Thought you could trap me eh? Thought your little smelly stupid human brain could outsmart me? I know what you were trying to do. But it didn’t work. Ha!” He huffed and puffed, weaving back and forth slightly like standing still could be another trap in and of itself. He was about to say something else when Chell started talking first, resulting in him flaring his plates again. Practically twitching with adrenaline from his rage thrill.

He let out a sharp vent like an exhale,

“I know I’m not a moron. But apparently you still think I am. Don’t you? Still don’t believe that someone as insignifigant and stupid little Wheatley could run Aperture? Ha. Well I can. And you’re not getting off the hook that easily luv. You’re going to be here for a long time.” He chuckled sadistically as a far off but distinctive groan and creak of metal giving way echoed. He kept the pressure points on either side of himself covered as much as he could, shifting his plates awkwardly.

#talk-to-wheatley #you know I realized something #this started from an ask so we never really #ironed out what the jeebus is going on here.#maybe this is actually a dream or #i don't even

Shakily getting to her feet, Chell allowed her eyes to close momentarily as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly a moment later before looking up at him again, composing herself before walking forwards. She had no portal gun; she had nothing but her long-fall boots and a swarm of loud, confused thoughts that refused to settle down. She turned her head and glanced at the shifting panels about the room, and was vaguely aware that there weren't any portal surfaces anyway, nor any tubes of white gel that were running through the area. She knew that all she had were her boots, somewhat agitated vocal chords, and an array of jumbled thoughts-- hardly what one would call well-equipped, but she guessed that it was better than nothing.

Doubting that any convenient help would arrive as it had always seemed to in the past however, Chell found herself moving closer to the AI; there was no way she'd be able to simply run out the door. As if he would allow that, and Chell knew better than to ever assume he would at this rate. She stopped just feet away from him, peering up at him with something akin to disappointment. The last time she'd seen him involved the other hurtling out towards space, and now here he sat in the body that GLaDOS had regained. Was this some sort of nightmare... It must have been, she decided, but it felt so painfully real.

Taking in another breath, she let it out a moment later in the form of words once more; soft and barely there yet still audible. "What are you going to do...?"

She knew one thing was for certain, if this was indeed a dream, she wanted to wake up- she wanted to wake up right now because this was one of the worst scenarios her subconscious could have thrown her into in relation to this place. She didn't wish to do this again, and she didn't wish to fight against the only friendly voice she'd heard in this Hell a second time. It all just felt so aggravatingly wrong.

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#ooc #this #I can't not giggle at this it's just perfect #The expressions are just...

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[Haha I’d post longer if there wasn’t a character limit] Chell’s grip on him tightened the nanosecond she realized that her feet were no longer touching the floor, now having her arms coiled around him and whatever she could hold onto, really. At his stubbornness, she huffed, and pressed her forehead to the metal ring just above his optic, eyes boring down into deep blue light. “No.” Again, she spoke- soft, defiant. “Don’t, Wheatley.” She wasn’t worried about falling; the boots helped with that.

((Totally should have done this earlier, shoot me. XD))

Wheatley shook himself hard, determined, to prove his worth. Feeling the tightening grip, he thrashed wildly, the lighting turning ominous and the panels stuck out from the wall slightly like a threatened porcupine’s quills. He wasn’t sure if the human knew how easy it would be to simply knock him out at this enclosed distance. The corruption initiative telling him she was a threat, that he was in danger, that she was after him, to get him out and put him back in space— or worse.

“No!! Get Off!!” He shouted desperately, those thoughts echoing around his processor. The core’s voice hinted at a darker, heavier tone coating his voice something like a blanket. His own voice sounding laced in a small panic.

After another moment of the rash shaking, he finally stopped, his plates held tightly against him trying not to leave a single seem as he lifted himself as high off the ground and ‘away from the threat’ as possible. The blue circle about mid size almost looked angry but fake, the panic showing in his eye as it darted around frantically.

Time halted for a brief moment, Chell’s forehead against his own ‘forehead’. All movement ceased and some of the tension seemed to bleed out of the sphere. The blue light watching the girl paused on her eye and the bottom shutter bobbed slightly, like someone swallowing thickly or gulping. Then, as quickly as the moment had come, though it seemed to last much longer then time should have made it linger, it was gone— or more like it seemed to be stolen away. The sphere tensed up again and his eye widened, suddenly looking at Chell like she had just insulted him.

The look changed to abrupt anger, seeming misplaced and hollow though, tension increasing as she continued speaking, discouraging him, telling him he couldn’t, don’t, you’ll ruin everything. The corruption chip warped her words, Wheatley only hearing it as a consciousness, not a threat. He whipped his head to the side, trying to throw her off, letting out a frustrated yell that sounded anything but his normal ever curious accepting voice; it sounded full of hate, and heavy with distrust.

“AUHH! Why won’t you let me PROVE IT!! If I’M such a moron!! Why not just let me fail!!— I won’t though!! Get OFF ME!!”

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Now things were starting to get terribly difficult for Chell to hold on. Chell's arms were becoming strained; burning almost from the tension around each muscle as she tried to hold on-- not out of sheer stubbornness anymore, but because with all of his lashing about there would be no way she could fall the right way in order to land on her feet. It just couldn't be done right then. This was bad; Chell hadn't expected to get into this situation, and now she had no idea how to get out.

Well, damn.

Unfortunately, her arms didn't exactly seem to want to wait any longer for her to plan out how exactly she'd get out of this situation, and she lost her grip a moment later with a sharp intake of breath. She tried to angle herself in order to flip or at least do some kind of maneuver in which she'd be able to land on her feet at least somewhat properly, but no. She landed on her side instead whilst falling at an angle, rolling just slightly before coming to a stop on her back. Miraculously nothing seemed to have been broken as far as she knew, but goodness was her head ever spinning up an awful storm for a few seconds. She managed to pull herself up into a sitting position, and winced as it appeared that her right arm, which she had landed on first, protested heavily upon being moved by sending out a burst of pain from her shoulder.

That wasn't exactly a concern right then, however, and she looked back up at the other whilst thoughts continued to swim about in her mind. She didn't have her portal gun, the facility was repaired so there would be no repeats of what happened last time even if she'd had the gun in her possession, and GLaDOS wasn't anywhere in sight. She didn't have very much to use. "Please... You're not a moron, alright? Just. Stop."

Wheatley had a nightmare as well that night. It was a flashback to when he was in GLaDOS’s body. Chell stood before him, her face overwhelmed with fear and pain. He started to say something to try to calm her, but the body he was in said something for him. “Stop that, you whimpering fatty.” She glared at him with pure hatred. Wheatley on the inside wanted to apologize. The body overruled him once more. “Quit staring at me, didn’t your mother tell you that’s rude? Oh, that’s right, your mother abandoned you. AND your father, you useless, brain-dead fool!”

Wheatley tossed and turned in his sleep as this all happened. Chell in his dream was getting horrible verbal-attacks by the once friendly core. In his dream, it was just like how it was back in Aperture once he had taken over. Everything he had said did have some involvement of him stating it, however, the body he had invaded made it sound a hundred times worse than it had in his head. He woke up with a gasp and looked over to Chell to see if she was still sleeping.

Oh, she was sleeping alright— bits of hay and chunks of rotted wood were being swept about by her as she tried uselessly to struggle in her sleep, facial expression contorted into a mix of agony and perhaps something else. Fear maybe..? Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched; her right hand was constantly flexing and curling into a fist as she lay there, for in her dream she was constantly making poor use of the portal gun, trying to find any sort of surface that she could portal out of— a secret room, a crack in the impossibly black walls, anything.

Alas, there was not. Instead she continued her decent down, down, down until she fell smack against the floor with the rest of the rubble following not a moment after. She awoke, light blue eyes opened wide as the moon was the first thing she’d seen upon awakening. She sat up, unaware that the other was awake as well, she just placed a hand to her forehead as she tried— forced herself to calm down.

There’s no use getting upset. She had thought. It was a dream; a dream and it cannot hurt you. There will be nothing to do with it any longer- a dream, a dream.

Shaking her head almost as if she were trying to deny her thoughts, she turned and glanced over at him, and her eyes widened in slight surprise to see that he too had awoken. She didn’t exactly feel like writing, and so she hoped the expression she was sending him portrayed her curiosity well enough.

The Quiet One: imthewheatleycore: He was very surprised at the hug Chell had given...

He watched as she struggled, a pained expression on his face. Oh, how he wanted to wake her from her nightmare. But would she be mad at him for it? Or would she be thankful? The unsureness took its tole and he just sat there.

When she had awoken and looked over at him, he offered a soft smile and a pat on her knee to say 'I'm sorry, I had a nightmare, too.'

#imthewheatleycore #stupid nightmares goddamn BC

It was a little complex of a sentence for her to understand through a gesture, but Chell got the basics of it- the concern in the gesture was vivid enough for her to see quite clearly, and she just smiled back at him with a little shrug. She was fine; it was just a dream after all, and as the mantra in her head dimmed down to silence she too found herself relaxing further as well.

Just a dream... .. .

Though he must have been having a rough sleep too if he were awake, or perhaps she'd woken him as she'd no doubt fussed in reality through a nightmare like that. The small smile turned almost apologetic before Chell turned her gaze up at the moon again. The night was cold, but at least the barn offered some sort of shelter, and there wasn't any wind for right then to make the whole situation worse. Or rain. The sky was as clear as ever with the exception of maybe one or two clouds, and Chell had wondered briefly if that was good or bad-- down in the facility, if nothing was happening then it was usually cause for concern.

Up here though...? She knew far too little about it to be certain. With that thought in mind, she fixed her 'bed' and lay back once again, turning to face him this time. A huff; what a night- it seemed that the talons of Aperture Science had sunk deep enough into her subconscious that they could drag her back no matter how far she'd run away in reality. She looked at him curiously, wondering if he'd sleep too.

Wheatley quietly nodded at her and found his eyelids getting heavy. He laid on the hay bed and tried to sleep, only to have pieces of hay stab him in his legs, arms, and back. It was like acupuncture gone wrong. He let out a sigh and blinked a few times before forcing himself to close his eyes and sleep.

Night passed slowly for Chell- it seemed that there had been a piece of the facility that had followed her subconsciousness to torment her even further regardless of her freedom.

She had been running for ages, it felt- the long fall boots worked miracles for seemingly bottomless falls yet did nothing for the running itself, legs burning and muscles screaming at her to stop and just rest, but that was the last thing on the list of things she was able to do right then. Behind her was a trail of what could be described as utter chaos- turret guns, cubes and spiked plates and all manor of things down a black hallway. There was nothing to portal to- no convenient escapes as she was so accustomed to seeing within the facility. Nothing. Except that.

If she stopped, she’d be crushed by the debris following close behind her, and when the hallway abruptly ended before a pit she had absolutely no choice but to jump. Had she been running down a garbage chute or something..? Either way, she was now falling.

Her legs refused to work- she panicked. If she didn’t fall on her feet, she would die, and yet her legs were now after all of that running, immobile. She tried to shout, but couldn’t. She tried to portal, but couldn’t. It was nothing but dark all the way down.

Of course in the waking world bits of hay was flying about as Chell struggled uselessly from her nightmare, gripping at rotting floorboards as she continued her descent.

#imthewheatleycore #HIIII

Oh, she was sleeping alright-- bits of hay and chunks of rotted wood were being swept about by her as she tried uselessly to struggle in her sleep, facial expression contorted into a mix of agony and perhaps something else. Fear maybe..? Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched; her right hand was constantly flexing and curling into a fist as she lay there, for in her dream she was constantly making poor use of the portal gun, trying to find any sort of surface that she could portal out of-- a secret room, a crack in the impossibly black walls, anything.

Alas, there was not. Instead she continued her decent down, down, down until she fell smack against the floor with the rest of the rubble following not a moment after. She awoke, light blue eyes opened wide as the moon was the first thing she'd seen upon awakening. She sat up, unaware that the other was awake as well, she just placed a hand to her forehead as she tried-- forced herself to calm down.

There's no use getting upset. She had thought. It was a dream; a dream and it cannot hurt you. There will be nothing to do with it any longer- a dream, a dream.

Shaking her head almost as if she were trying to deny her thoughts, she turned and glanced over at him, and her eyes widened in slight surprise to see that he too had awoken. She didn't exactly feel like writing, and so she hoped the expression she was sending him portrayed her curiosity well enough.

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He certainly was having a good time saying her name now that he knew it at last, Chell thought to herself with an amused smile creeping back as she went for her notepad again. ‘I heard the facility was reopened.’ She had written. ‘It intrigued me just as much as it unnerved me, and I honestly couldn’t help but see for myself.’ She knew it wasn’t much of a reason, but that’s what it was.

‘Can’t you ever leave the facility? You know, go outside…? Or are you stuck here still…’ She frowned and looked up at him— the original plan all those years ago was that they were both supposed to escape the facility together. Even though their wishes were granted in more unfavorable ways than either would have liked, now they were both back in the facility together. The only difference now was that she had the option to leave, but what about him?

“Oh, I could leave! It’s just that during a limited time, like two weeks or so, they send three robots to drag me back here and then I have to get bullied by those… smelly… ignorant… monsters!” He grunted, twiddling his thumbs. “But basically, I can’t leave, so I don’t try.” He stared down at the floor and sighed.

#alreadyblue #don't worry about it!#It's okay ^^

She didn't exactly want to think about how three robots could appear, unseen by other humans, and drag poor Wheatley all the way back down to Aperture. In fact, the very mention of it rather unnerved her; they were probably very lifelike androids of some form, and she ended up shaking her head at his explanation. Goodness; things certainly had changed a monumental amount since her last 'visit' to the facility.

'You don't even try at all anymore?' She'd written for him. 'We're not even that far away from the surface at this point. Two weeks isn't exactly that small of a time period if you use it well.' Chell gave him a quizzical look and tipped her head to one side just slightly to emphasize it. Then, she paused.

'I supposed She doesn't allow much freedom from you then?' Her eyes shot from the notepad to his upon finishing her writing, slightly steely and locked onto him for that moment. She highly doubted that it was just a simple process of Wheatley being brought back -somehow- and them sticking him back into a human body, and then everything was fine after that. Chell remembered all too well about what the female AI had wished to do to him should she have ever gotten the chance. A lump formed in her throat at the thought-- none of that had happened to him, right?

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Oh God; what could she do?! She hadn’t any idea of what exactly was wrong with him and… Chell shook her head— if this had anything to do with this random ‘virus’ or whatever that was plaguing Wheatley, she only briefly hesitated before yanking him up into a sitting position and scooting over beside him. She bit her bottom lip, watching him suffer with very little ideas of what else to do… This was her only hope, and if it didn’t work… Well, at least it wasn’t terrible what she was about to do.

She gave him a little kiss on the forehead, once more at the side of his head and then again on the tip of his nose. She paused, just for a few seconds of reoccurring hesitation before carefully giving him a small kiss. She was hardly good at these, she decided inwardly, as it was somewhat clumsy and a bit awkward for her, but… Well, if it even worked to make him feel marginally better, then it was worth it she guessed.

“This is how you teach a moron a lesson,” Her voice rang into his mind and with that everything was over. The stomach pain, the whistle, the urge. He noticed that he had clenched his eyelids together and when he had opened them, he saw the woman as she kissed him on his pale, boney nose.