Prompt Post Round 1
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“There probably are better humans out there. Maybe one a little smaller. He's bloody massive for a human, I think.” The core sounded more interested by that trait the longer it was dwelt upon.
“Height does not mean this is going to be a good decision.”
“It'd be nice to be tall again.” Wheatley ventured, and GLaDOS snarled from the intercom.
“Do not give her ideas.” She snapped. “Do not give her any of your advice. Allowing you to accompany her was a critical judgment malfunction on my part. If you poison her with one of your horrible ideas, I will drop you underneath the platform gears.”
His test record was...spotless.
Comments on the file attributed all his successes to dumb luck, but three separate notes, all initialed in a scribbled signature that Chell couldn't quite make out but the handwriting was familiar, praised the man's ability to find solutions to the tests imposed on him, and claimed it was a natural affinity for problem-solving. Usually with quite a few injuries, and more application of blunt force than needed, but success was success in Aperture Science.
“Come to think of it, he looks like he's gone a little sour.” The sphere muttered. “Can humans go sour?”
“For the purposes of this conversation, I am going to say 'yes'.” A loud beep issued from the speakers overhead, and the automated male voice recorded into the system announced that the Test Enhancement Program was properly functioning again. GLaDOS went silent for a long moment before speaking again. “Ignore that.”
She faced the camera watching her in the corner and deliberately tapped the glass.
“No.”
“Really?” Wheatley's iris trained on the form of the human inside the glass case, barely able to make out the state of the man beyond the sheen of condensation. “I could...get used to it. I suppose.”
“No.” GLaDOS protested louder, strained.
Chell tapped the glass again.
“Looks like she made up her mind.” Wheatley sounded defeated himself. He'd been mostly championing for a well-built human they'd seen early in the spread. Chell hadn't spared the subject a second glance, taking half-a-moment to skim over his test records and a few other bits of information before rolling her eyes and carrying on her way. He seemed to be prepared to enjoy GLaDOS also being thwarted, however. “Better go ahead and give her what she wants.”
“NO.” GLaDOS growled. “No. No. Nonononono.”
Chell lifted her foot exactly three inches from the ground, and stamped it back down with enough force to rattle the catwalk. GLaDOS went quiet, and the air filled with static for a moment as they glared at each other from opposite ends of the facility.
“...fine. Have him.” The AI emitted a sound very like a rumble of thunder, “You will owe all of your giant, mutated spawn an apology.”
Chell did not even blink.
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hahahahahaha
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i'm dead serious about the offer to draw you something, just give me the word <3
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I honestly can't think of anything explicit, but damn if art isn't always a welcome thing! I luvs the fanart X3
...I've been debating about FF.Net I've got an account and everything but it's all so old and there's so much I left unfinished when I left that site. D: [/failure]
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The operating room was sterile, white-washed, and utterly terrifying.
He was mounted in the grip of one of the larger of many mechanical hands GLaDOS had seen fit to devote to the task of making him human-by a loose, passable definition of the word. The lanky figure of the man Chell had chosen for him was strapped to the table directly beneath him, several monitors already reading vital signs and an intravenous drip pumping saline fluid and nutrients needed for sustained health into the comatose human.
The core hadn't really gotten a good look at the man before now; Chell had seemed keen on ensuring she always held him at the wrong angle when she was looking at the view screens, and Wheatley hadn't been in the room at all when the body had been transported out of the storage area. Chell had been antsy and restless, and GLaDOS had not so subtly informed her to go and run tests if she insisted on having so much spare energy. He'd hadn't complained when Chell had taken him along, but it did mean that now was the first time he'd ever properly seen the human he was going to be.
He was very...tall.
Messy, stiff red hair that wasn't too long or too short. An interesting sort of bend to his nose. Long face and arms and legs, and generally everything. He was too long altogether, his feet dangling over the edge of the table. And pale, remarkably pale.
Tall, thin, pale, and not really matching up to anything his meager information on humans led him to believe was considered 'conventionally attractive.'
His optic darted to the circle of glass walls surrounding the table, and him. Chell watched on from the other side, expressly forbidden from entering the operating area. The portal gun had even been taken away again, just in case, GLaDOS had said. One of the woman's hands was pushed against the glass, palm flat against it and fingers spread. Her other one raised from when it had been tucked across her abdomen and she waved it, hesitantly.
He squinted at her in an uneasy smile and moved his handlebar in reply.
Maybe the man wasn't good-looking by usual standards, but Chell was something apart from the average herself, and she had picked this male. Wheatley would trust her judgment.
He owed her that much.
“Please step back from the wall.” GLaDOS droned from the speakers. “As a precautionary measure.”
Chell obeyed, her figure becoming a little more distorted by the tint of the glass as she moved away. Wheatley drooped, suddenly very anxious. It was easy to forget how scared witless he was right now when she was smiling at him; he wasn't sure he could face this alone.
For Chell. He created a subprogram for the sole purpose of chanting those words back at him. For Chell. For Chell. For Chell.
It was calming, to a degree, but it didn't manage to distract him from the feeling of the cable being locked into the back of his casing, or the tiny metal finger that began to unscrew the frame around his iris. He shut the lids of his optic quickly, afraid to watch, and found that not seeing what was happening to him was somehow even more terrible. Hurriedly he opened his shutters, and gave a start when he saw nothing.
“I've gone blind!” Wheatley howled.
“And it was going so well.” GLaDOS sighed.
“I've gone blind! I've gone blind!” He wailed, twisting about. “Something's gone wrong!”
“Be quiet. That is supposed to happen.” Soldering iron's hiss almost drowned the supercomputer's annoyance out, but he managed to hear enough to piece together what she had said. It was not at all comforting.
“You didn't tell me!”
“If I had known you would react like this,” GLaDOS sneered. “I would have.”
“Pleasepleaseplease don't let me stay blind.” It was hardly the bravery the program had been meant to instill in him, but honestly, he couldn't be blamed. Not when being an eye was more or less all he was. All he technically had! Sure, he was about to get a human body, but if he couldn't see anything it that form either, what was the point?!
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“Stop sniveling.” GLaDOS directed him into the operation table's docking circle a little more roughly than needed, and he gave a pained yelp as he was locked into place. He'd seen the station before his eye had gone out, directly behind the human's head, but knowing where he was didn't do anything for the panic bubbling up in his processors.
“I want Chell!” He yelled, hoping the woman could hear him.
“She is not going to come.” The computer manning his operation growled. “Hold still.”
“Chell!” Wheatley disobeyed the order directly and squirmed harder. “Chell! Chell, help!” A bolt of pain sent every one of his servos into a fit, and he screamed then, loud and echoing. The moment it faded he jerked again and was fed yet another wave of information his mainframe translated into searing agony. Though he still tried to call for his friend, her name was only coming out as a pitiful whine and mechanical gargle of nonsense syllables.
“Stop. Struggling.” A clamp snapped into place around his body and held him still. “It will hurt more if you move.”
“Pleasejustletitstop.”
“Tempting, but I am not in the mood to indulge you today.” There was a loud crash somewhere in the background. “And you. Are staying outside. If you try to grab him now you will very likely rip his insides out. Also, you may electrocute yourself. I am not one hundred percent certain which. Neither is a desirable outcome at this time, I assure you. ...well, perhaps the first.”
“I want Chell.” He managed to sob again, amid another low pulse of pain. It was worse if he moved to much, he realized.
“She will be here afterwards.”
Wheatley shivered through another pulse, and started to speak again, only to feel his voice drop out from under his direction. Instead of words, a long, helpless moan slipped out of him, His still attached shutters opened and closed repeatedly, a needless imitation of blinking in surprise, before another one followed, this time accompanied with a rush of pleasant feelings that softened the uneven edges of pain still coursing through him.
“And yet your noise persists.” The master computer grumbled.
“What...w-what are you doing to me?” Most of the words were formed in slurred speech, punctuated by jerky movements he couldn't control. The pain was still there, if he concentrated on it, but it was being carefully layered over with much nicer input.
“I am shutting you up.” Came the reply. “Or at least that was my intention.” A pause, and then she spoke again. “Oh don't give me that look. It was the easiest way. Unless you wanted me to end up crushing him because he wouldn't stop moving.” He tried to point that he wasn't giving any looks, he had just been blinded after all, but instead he heard a static-filled sigh issue from his speakers. “He's perfectly fine. Look at him.”
“Nnng.” Wheatley gave up. Some things obviously weren't meant to be said. He could hear GLaDOS still working, the odd whirrs of the mechanical hands digging into him, but everything seemed heavily muted but the steady flow of euphoric sensation to him. He groaned appreciatively when the pain spiked and the answer jolt of pleasure crippled his main processors.
“...alright. New plan. As he is obviously never going to be silent,” GLaDOS huffed, obviously annoyed that her plan wasn't working. “I'm turning him off until I'm done.”
He gave a start, and began to protest, but barely managed half a sound before the world blanked out.
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When I saw that you updated, my head nearly imploded with excitement. :3 Update soon~
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Really.
Really, really, really.
No. Seriously.
So, you know, give it to me. Now please.
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Now if we could get an update perhaps? o.o
Also... The fuck you givin' me music notes for, captcha?!
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Please anon?
Pretty please?
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