WHO:
hvymetalheroics &
iam_not_amoronWHAT: A meeting...of DESTINY. aka Wheatley gets kidnapped again.
WHERE: That....place..with the...things. In Zone 4.
WHEN: Not long after
this little conversationWARNINGS/NOTES: --
Arms.
He probably shouldn't feel as ridiculously giddy as he did, but at the moment, Wheatley was all too anxious at the prospect of having limbs of his own to manipulate. Being able to pick things up over being picked up was a very attractive idea. It was almost too good to be true- a point that was enough to give him pause as he floated along the street.
"...Okay, okay- I probably... probably should have asked about some things. Such as payment- that would have been a good one, really, talking about accounts and then the subject of credits goes completely over our heads? There's got to be a catch, got to be a catch somewhere...."
The personality core's shutters fluttered agitatedly as he stopped for a moment to consider this. He swiveled back and forth in his typical head-shake, floating along again. "You're just thinking about it too much, that's all- Yes, I'm sure it will be just fine. In any case, well, it can't hurt to just talk. A discussion, that's what this is going to be, that's all, nothing else- no...no sudden arms no unknown deals-" Nod, nod- "It'll be fine, just fine! Just worrying about things too much is what I'm doing, ha ha..."
Wheatley's chuckles faded as he once again slowed to a stop. "Let me just....get my bearings here... Was it that way or maybe... -oh! Oh, just over there. I knew that."
At least he was pretty sure it was the right place. There really hadn't been an exact spot appointed, but this had to be the right area. "....hmm."