Wheatley poked the lever, "A multiverse machine? What in the bloody hell does that mean? What does it-" The lever is pulled and the portal opened, startling him enough to cause him to jump away from the machine. However curiosity got the better of him and he moved closer again, peeking into the portal. Without realizing it he got too close and the portal sucked him in, spitting him out into an identical version of the facility.
"What-?" He looked around in confusion, glancing back to the portal. Just as he was about to reenter it a presence appeared behind him.
"Hello mate~." Wheatley spun around only to find himself face-to-face with-
The other Wheatley smirked, "Finally got curious I see. Decided to have a look at the multiverse machine?" All he could do was nod as the insane version of himself circled round. Swallowing slightly, Wheatley tried to remain calm.
"Nervous?" His other chuckled low, "There's no reason to be nervous. I'm not going to hurt you." Much.
Wheatley began to relax and smiled lightly,
"Oh, that's good. Sorry, all of this is kind of weird for me." His other nodded, "Understandable, especially since you've never used the machine before. The entire experience can be rather… disorienting." He began to circle again, as if examining prey before the kill.
"What is it like with her for you? Rather dull I'd assume."
Wheatley shrugged, "She yells at me a lot. I try really hard to stay out of her way though."
The madman nodded in sympathy,"The yelling gets worse when you seek her out, although I have to admit I find it all- rather amusing."
Wheatley canted his head to the side - ever curious. "Amusing?"
"Yes well, her reactions are enjoyable. At least to me." Most of the time anyways.
"Oh… She's not mean to you?"
"Actually she's quite nasty most of the time. There's the usual barrage of names. Moron, idiot, lunatic, stupid… I could go on." He smirked as the benign Wheatley cringed with every insult, desperately trying not to react to them.
"I'm sorry, do these things upset you? What about imbecile? Has she ever said that you're the biggest moron of all the morons in the universe?"
That had Wheatley upset. Despite efforts not to he couldn't help but think to all of the times that they had argued, how cruel she was. His eyes began to flash as something switched inside him.
The insane Wheatley chuckled lightly, continuing with his interrogation, noticing the tell-tale signs of the corruption in progress.
"And the other bloody cores…" He continued on about them for a good amount of time, taking the opportunity to vent some of his own qualms about the other AIs in the facility.
"Not to mention Chell - after all she betrayed us." He smirked when he saw his other twitch.
"You seem like you need to calm down mate…~ Here, why don't you take a look at Caroline? See how shiny I've made her? You should get a Caroline of your own, it would help you feel better."
Wheatley stared at the large blade, reaching out slightly to touch the cold metal.
"Ah- Nope. Sorry mate, no one's allowed to touch her unless it's in a more… intimate setting." The insane Wheatley held the blade close, away from the curious touch. A gleam flashed in his eye,
"We could have fun with her I suppose… She's not always… Deadly in her violent tendencies."
He took a step towards the newly corrupted droid, Caroline flashing in the light. Wheatley looked up at him in a daze, still undergoing corruption. Vulnerable. Yes, he could have some fun.
However, the corrupted's mind was racing as well.
Caroline's metal caught the light again and he acted, quickly rushing at the other. Wheatley shoved him back, taking the chance to snatch Caroline from his hand. He smirked when the already insane glared at him, "Give her back."
"No." And he lunged forward. The insane one had not considered the fact that being newly corrupted, Wheatley would have no capacity for an rational thoughts - even rational for the insane. Running purely on instinct - the prey became the predator.
Caroline sang as she feasted. The cold metal slicing - warm, wet red staining the floor.
Wheatley continued to stab at his other. Killing him, and in a way also killing himself. Blood coated his hands, splashing onto his suit and face.
He stood there, listening, reveling at the feeling as the body bled out. Blood speckled his glasses. He removed them, licking at the sticky substance.
Glancing down at the mirror to himself, Wheatley began to laugh.
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