#beepingred

[beatb0x1ng-blog]

Hello?

Sup??

[anybodygotbullets-archive-blog]

"ωнσ αяє уσυ?" The little turret peeked out from behind a platform, with wide, glowing red eyes. Her voice was glitched slightly; both eyes were supposed to glow, but only one did.

Oh. Hmmph, it was one of the squeaky-voices. That was just great.

The defect put his hands up slightly in a sort of defeat, his dull red eyes barely able to make out the form of the other.

"I'ᴍ Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ?"

[lordofthescience-blog]

98. Do you have any scars?

[[Again, for Wheatley, it depends on the verse. In all of the core verses he does, because he had some scratches in the game and?? Yeah. He has a couple bumps and scratches here and there in the Not Quite Human verse (which I have yet to type up), and quite a bit more in the Another Ending one.

I have a couple spots on my knees and ankles. All just sort of scab marks that never left. That's what I get for literally falling down a hill and landing on concrete. And for falling off a motor scooter. I'm so good at the feet thing, can't you tell?

[speedythingcomesout]

A small, rather dysfunctional and haphazardly built Turret slowly whirred to life in the break room. Malfunctioning? Most likely. Defective? A good chance. Revolutionary science? Absolutely. "...Who's there?"

Late shifts were usually uneventful, but there was a certain level of peacefulness that came from working at Aperture when no one was around. Sound was restricted to the quiet hum of the facility, the element of danger had lessened, and Jeremy had first dibs on coffee. Even Rhubarb the cat was off somewhere else tonight—so when Jeremy entered the break room, he was all alone.

The childish voice caught his attention at once—as did the robotic quality behind it—and he stood cautiously just outside the door. “Chibi?”