But not really. Hardly. Complete 180.

Questions? Comments? Want to let me know how I'm doing with this little moron, be him human or non? Wheatley is his own special derp, after all.

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[ Wheatley is sitting outside on the steps of his house. He's outside a lot, mostly because, well, you would be too if you spent decades in a laboratory with closed spaces everywhere. That and the fresh air smells and tastes a lot better than Aperture air. Or, he's guessing, anyway ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago I had the strangest of dreams! I was running, right, and there was this kid, or, no, a boy actually, and he had a gun! And firing it at me. The kid was bloody fat, I've no idea what that is supposed to mean, if you dream of a fat boy shooting at you ( Read more... )

[ Sleep was for humans. Wheatley was still forgetting that he was, in fact, one of those things now. But he was too busy trying to make sharp bits stick to flat bits. The garage didn't have things for spinning blade walls or smashy spike plates, but it did have nails, and a long piece of wood, and this hammering thing, and this white glue that was ( Read more... )

Huh.

This tape is the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I mean it's old for one, I'm used to seeing small, flat circular things, not this big black rectangular thing. I haven't seen something like this in years, decades even! Wow ( Read more... )

[ If you're in Robot House, congratulations! You have acquired one Wheatley. If he woke you up because he screamed, he's really sorry. It took him a while for the whole standing thing to work, then he actually had to move, and that probably took another hour or something of putting hands on the bed, then the wall, then the door frame gripping onto ( Read more... )

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