Prompt Post Round 2
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"Morning Doug."
He leapt up, frantically scrambling into his clothes, pulling his shoes on, trying to flatten his hair in the mirror.
It's in the mirror. That would be the perfect place to put a camera. Everyone always looks at themselves in the mirror, but actually, they're looking at you the whole time.
Wheatley watched him indulgently, his lazy smile and the way the blankets were just grazing his hips making everything ten times more difficult and fumbly.
"Sure you can't come back to bed for a bit? Ok, well... see you in the next chamber!" he called as Doug burst out of the door.
Doug strode along the corridor, straightening his tie, fastening his coat. If he just made it around the next corner without anyone seeing him, he was safe. Just the next corner...
He glanced back, and saw Henry watching him from the door at the other end, a knowing smile on his face.
It wasn't that unusual to not see Wheatley for a couple of days. It's not as if a researcher could adjust his entire schedule for one test subject. So he told himself, repeatedly. But then the days added up to a whole week, and he began to worry. He was never in his quarters, and he wasn't testing...
He tried to make his voice casual. "Hey, did you guys ever find out what happened to - " All that time he'd spent with his face pressed up against that damn tattoo, and now he couldn't remember his ID code. Eventually he choked it out. Henry's grin broadened.
"Oh, your... friend? Didn't you hear? He got deported."
Doug's face fell.
"Yeah, Aperture take their socio-legal responsibilities very seriously. He didn't even have a green card, can you believe? Anyway, cheer up pal. Want the good news? We're being transferred. Turns out the guys over at the Immortality Project need a little psychological input, can you believe? Hah, better late than never."
Weeks later, or it could have been months, he was walking along new corridors, going to his new lab, when he heard Wheatley's voice again. It didn't make any sense, he was talking about rails or wires or something, but it was definitely him, those adorably strange vowels and the way he rolled his r's...
It's not him, he told himself. It's the medication. They said it might get worse before it got better.
All the corridors looked the same.
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this was perfection.
brb having a cry
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If I read that one Daisy fill right after this one, I'm pretty sure my heart will break.
god anon, they don't even meet in canon look at what you've done to me
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*sniffle* i dont even like yaoi and now my chest feels all tight and my lip is quivering and SHUTTUP I HAVE SOMETHING IN MY EYE *sniffle*
surperb writing, mate
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Glad you enjoyed it, I've never written slash before but I thought I'd try my hand! Thanks for the feedback.
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;______;
This is one of the saddest things I've ever read. Anything with Rattmann is ALWAYS SAD to some degree...
wow, this was lovely. amazing job. <3
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