#theguiltybluecore

[ask-glados-anything]

Her yellow eyes looked at him for a long moment, lingering on his eyes, and a strange expression came over her face. It was not familiar to him at all, something that She had never expressed until--- Oh.

Those were tears.

"Oh my god, moron... You're back."

[projext-13]

Theguiltybluecore: "Get Down From There!"

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"Am I scaring you, Wheatley?"

The premise brought the slightest grimace to his bland and stoic expression; if he recognized any emotion by now, any tone, it was that of pleading. He knew the feel of it by heart; he knew the taste of bile and bitter metal on the roof of his quivering, begging mouth, he knew the sickness that rose watching another's shaking form wither as cries rose to their lips, and most revoltingly, he knew EXACTLY what it was like to hear such panicked, high pitched wails for reprieve and how his body could take such pleasure in it-- even when on the Voice's volition alone, even when it was so vile to Los's mind. He couldn't bear for the last thing he heard to be Wheatley's pleas... No matter how fitting it was for his final act, as one last damage to inflict, it was too physically painful of a notion.

"I'm sorry... But there's nothing to be discussed, my friend. Can you see that?" His monotonous voice rung hollowly about the dark, softly buzzing space. It was just like-- home, here, a pale and sleek Black Mesa... But up above... Emerald eyes, glistening in the faintest light of their own irises, rose to the ceiling wistfully. "The world is so beautiful..." One sad little life would scarcely be noticed, wasn't that right? The beautiful world would keep on turning, without a single clue to his passing... With so many genocides, suicides, and homicides, the world had yet to give an extra blink of its golden eye, so why would one life make any difference?

The human world, however... Shimmering, tears building within his eyes, he lowered his gaze once again-- staring at his hands as he struggled for clarity. The human world would know of his death, he was sure. His death could be measured by lives saved. It was all the same, anyway... A stupid lab rat! It was laughable enough, that he'd thought himself worthy of living among the others-- and it wasn't as though he'd ever expected to live this long... A sickly, patchwork lab rat isn't just released once its tests are completed-- it's much too dangerous. It's contamination.

"I'm glad that I could see it, though... I think about that a lot. The sky... So blue... The sunset-- trees-- clouds. Doesn't it look as though the clouds could be swirled around with a brush of one's fingertips? There's just so much that books and stories couldn't begin to explain! So much information... And yet... It's odd. It's such a small thing to the humans... I'd hypothesize that it's easy to disregard that which one has rights to."

Ah, he was rambling again. Pursing his lips, gaze darkening to shadows, the cyborg-- trembling and weak-limbed, if he were to be honest, and frightened of what was to come-- shuffled yet closer towards the edge. Though the movement made towards him caught the corner of his eye, his deadened and hollow stance refused to lift from its stiff direction. 

"Please don't come closer, Wheatley... And don't beg. It doesn't behoove you." He would grant his friend his wish to talk-- only to explain, of course, until Wheatley could understand his motive-- but if there was risk of restraint and the taking of his choice, he would have to end the discussion early.

[stxpiddog]

"Whoa hey mate! What's going on? Why're you crying? C'mon, tell you ol' pal Wheatley. I've got your back yeah? Don't cry, it's alright.." The android knelt in front of his canine friend with a worried frown, his brow furrowing in concern.

~✘ℂ✖℧ℛÅℐℰ✘~

The second Wheatley came down to his height, Courage threw his arms around him and sobbed into the android’s shoulder. Sniffling and hiccuping as he continued to cry. A total wreck at this point.

"I-I…I-I’m a fal-l-liure!..I -cough cough- c-can’t do a-anything right!” The poor mutt nearly shouted.

[rowletts]

Give to me all of your shiny Gulpin

i had one

i had

now i have black doge

[rowletts]

A shiny Gulpin is my ultimate dream in Pokemon like I've been searching for months I will give you my leg for one

Gulpins always interrupt my furfrou hunt

i nearly had it

THE GRASS WAS SHINING

BUT WRONG PATCH

AND GULPIN

*GOES AWAY CRYIGN*

[tswatch]

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[espercr-a]

Corrupt!Wheatley 2for1! "We all go a little mad sometimes... Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep."

"Wheatley, you need to calm down. You’re not acting like yourself…"

[espercr-a]

✌

✌ My muse is having nightmare, calling out your muse’s name.

Wheatley had finally nodded off into a comfortable sleep mode beside her on the couch. She had convinced the sleepy android to try to get some shut-eye. Promising that she’d be right there if he had a bad dream. While he rested Hope watched TV, playing with his hair aimlessly as he slept. It was nice for a while, relaxing even, before she felt him go tense. He flailed his extensive limbs suddenly, in reaction to a memory she couldn’t see. The robot was talking in his sleep now, muttering things she couldn’t quite catch. The only thing she could make out was her name as he cried out for her.

Jumping into action, Hope grabbed for his shoulders. The alien attempted to shake him awake. “Wheatley, hey! Wake up! You’re dreaming, I’m here, it’s okay.” Her wide eyes and knotted eyebrows expressed an informed worry, she knew just how bad nightmares could be.