#askglados

[the-wheatley-core]

((Since it’s Valentines Day, I thought I’d post some pictures of @ask-glados‘s TeslaDOS ship from my sims game :D ))

[ask-glados-anything]

She doesn’t seem to mind them, nor completely overlook them either...

Why don’t you give it a try?

[the-wheatley-core]

“I noticed a test subject injecting you with an unauthorized substance, so I have taken proper disciplinary action with them. I could also incinerate them for you, if you want.”

“N-no, that’s fine, really.“

"There’s really no need for that. I think they’re good now. I think they’re okay.”

“Y’know, I think they’ve learnt their lesson by now. They’re probably not gonna try doing anything like that again.”

“But um… thanks for the- um. For the offer…”

[the-wheatley-core]

The Best Hand

@ask-glados Wheatley was just doing his usual rounds of work in tracking equipment and making sure that everything was in order when suddenly he heard a crash. He turned around and noticed that he had accidentally knocked over a box, resulting in all of its contents spilling out on the floor. “Oh, bother. Best get that all sorted out.” He brought out his claw and began picking up the miscellaneous items one by one. Among them were cards, dominoes, chess pieces and a couple of board game pieces here and there. He glanced up at the rack from where the box had fallen and noticed that it was placed in the wrong storage area. Items still scattered on the floor, Wheatley looked around the area trying to see where exactly this box was actually meant to be placed. “Hmm...”

[the-wheatley-core]

Mission Control (RP)

@ask-glados Wheatley was moving around a lot. When She had sent him a space probe, he’d been thrilled! He had been so thrilled in fact, that he had completely forgotten about the fact that the one sending him the probe in the first place just so happened to be the person he was deathly afraid of. Now that he was actually home and aware of the fact that she meant to poke and prod at his mechanisms, he couldn’t help but squirm around in a panic. “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”

[the-wheatley-core]

“You should try challenging someone to a staring contest. It’s a game humans play to see who can go the longest without blinking. I’d bet you’d be great at it, Blinky.” ;)

“Uh... yeah. I’ve heard about it, actually. I’ve heard about it. Don’t think I would be all too great at it if I had to guess. Y’know, with some people— with certain kinds of people, it’s just sort of creepy having them be leering at you for, uh, for long periods of time. It can get rather unsettling. So, um... yeah, y’know, I’d rather just look at something else if I’m honest. Look at something different.”

[the-wheatley-core]

[SC verse] “Did you know that robots don’t need to blink? You must not, given how much unnecessary blinking you do. I should start calling you Blinky.”

“Uh— Well I- ...Y’know, It’s just sort of... It’s involuntary though, isn’t it? I mean It’s just- I haven’t really got that much say in it, do I? It’s just a- a- a feature, right? Something that’s involuntary. Something that happens. I can’t really do too much about it, to be honest.”

[the-wheatley-core]

“Stop reading motivational quotes and get back to work.”

Wheatley was in the middle of skimming through a self help book when GLaDOS suddenly interrupted him and broke his train of thought. To which he shut the book with his claw and turned his attention towards her. “Oh. Uh, right. Sorry. Let me just- let me get right back to that.”