Dream - [002]
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Warnings: Spoilers for Portal 2, and very very scary AI overlords
Wheatley was coming out of standby mode, blinking when he realized that he was being held up in the air by something. It was strange, because he didn’t recognize where he was until it was far too late.
“You really thought you could get away that easily?”
Wheatley shrieked. Just the sound of that voice was enough to fill him with primal terror. He whipped around wide-eyed to see her cold, yellow eye staring back at him.
“Oh--- H-Hello! G-g-“ Good to see you again? Wheatley couldn’t build up enough nerve to lie that blatantly. The shuddering in his voice made it obvious, it was everything but nice, and the glare he was getting from her made him shrink before her. “L-look, I’m s---“
“Shut up.” Her voice growled, dangerous and low, and instantly, his stammering stopped. He knew that she already had plans for him, and he didn’t want to know what they were, at all. It got even worse when the claw holding him swung to move straight over a hole down into the floor. Hesitantly, Wheatley knew he wasn’t going to like what he saw, but he looked down. There were hundreds of tiny mechanical arms, ready to dismantle him.
“N-no! No! Please, you don’t want to---!“
He was answered by being dropped.
Thousands of claws and screw divers went to work and ripped into him. The sound of them writhing and working echoed around him, drowning out his screams. As he felt himself being torn out of his casing, he briefly looked up.
She was watching. Not only that, he could barely hear her laughing at him.
His visual sensors cut out. Was it too much to ask to at least be able to see as he was being murdered? Then again, he probably would have shut his eye on his own, if he could. He kept waiting for the prodding and tearing to stop, and for his systems to finally be overloaded.
It didn’t happen. His eye shorted, flashing brief images to him, and only one stuck with him.
The arms were holding up a potato.
… Really? That was what she was doing? With all that he’d done, he thought she was going to kill him.
He thought too soon.
Before he knew it, he felt himself being dropped, and everything came back to him. He could see again. He was already in the potato, falling down a long ventilation shaft. He was sure after all this, she wouldn’t just be trying to crush him.
… And then he heard the screams. The further he fell, the louder and louder he got, until he touched down and bounced off of a discarded piece of a robot. Little potato Wheatley could do nothing but lie there, terrified, surrounded by chopped up horribly screaming robots. He couldn’t take it. Wheatley tried to shut himself off, but she did something to him. He couldn’t. There was nothing he could do to block it out.
More terrifying then anything was, he was never going to escape this. There was no way she was going to just let him die.
Warnings: Spoilers for Portal 2, and very very scary AI overlords
Wheatley was coming out of standby mode, blinking when he realized that he was being held up in the air by something. It was strange, because he didn’t recognize where he was until it was far too late.
“You really thought you could get away that easily?”
Wheatley shrieked. Just the sound of that voice was enough to fill him with primal terror. He whipped around wide-eyed to see her cold, yellow eye staring back at him.
“Oh--- H-Hello! G-g-“ Good to see you again? Wheatley couldn’t build up enough nerve to lie that blatantly. The shuddering in his voice made it obvious, it was everything but nice, and the glare he was getting from her made him shrink before her. “L-look, I’m s---“
“Shut up.” Her voice growled, dangerous and low, and instantly, his stammering stopped. He knew that she already had plans for him, and he didn’t want to know what they were, at all. It got even worse when the claw holding him swung to move straight over a hole down into the floor. Hesitantly, Wheatley knew he wasn’t going to like what he saw, but he looked down. There were hundreds of tiny mechanical arms, ready to dismantle him.
“N-no! No! Please, you don’t want to---!“
He was answered by being dropped.
Thousands of claws and screw divers went to work and ripped into him. The sound of them writhing and working echoed around him, drowning out his screams. As he felt himself being torn out of his casing, he briefly looked up.
She was watching. Not only that, he could barely hear her laughing at him.
His visual sensors cut out. Was it too much to ask to at least be able to see as he was being murdered? Then again, he probably would have shut his eye on his own, if he could. He kept waiting for the prodding and tearing to stop, and for his systems to finally be overloaded.
It didn’t happen. His eye shorted, flashing brief images to him, and only one stuck with him.
The arms were holding up a potato.
… Really? That was what she was doing? With all that he’d done, he thought she was going to kill him.
He thought too soon.
Before he knew it, he felt himself being dropped, and everything came back to him. He could see again. He was already in the potato, falling down a long ventilation shaft. He was sure after all this, she wouldn’t just be trying to crush him.
… And then he heard the screams. The further he fell, the louder and louder he got, until he touched down and bounced off of a discarded piece of a robot. Little potato Wheatley could do nothing but lie there, terrified, surrounded by chopped up horribly screaming robots. He couldn’t take it. Wheatley tried to shut himself off, but she did something to him. He couldn’t. There was nothing he could do to block it out.
More terrifying then anything was, he was never going to escape this. There was no way she was going to just let him die.