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"hi hi hi w-wheatley? wheatley? how did you get so big and become a human andriod robot thingy? space core is confused! wait are we still in space?" space core began to twich and heat up he was so confused "s-space? space? this is space right?"

"Mate we're never going back to space-"

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999... dead. 998... sleeping 996... oh wait- 997. dead 996.... Wheatley never really liked these daily vital check ups- the humans were just laying around in bed. What were they going to do? Get in trouble? Even changing it so that daily vital check ups were weekly didn’t seem to elevate the bordem the mecha felt as he checked the status of each relaxation room. His finger traced on the labels and the status as he marked everything down and immediately deleted it.   

No need to waste space.  “994.... aw-awake?” Well that was new, Wheatley’s eyes widened as he took a closer look and wanted to see if this was a bug or... a human actually woke up from their coma.  Instead of opening the wall like a normal robot- he proceeded to start ripping the wall off of the relaxation chamber. 

Double Blue

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Good morning! You have been in suspension for 9… 9… 9… 9… 9… 9… 9…

…Well, that wasn’t a very pleasant thing to wake up to. As a robotic voice fills a tiny room, which was in a complete state of decay from wall to wall, although this room was once a luxury for its patron, that wasn’t true anymore.

The voice hadn’t lied though, the owner of the room, in question, was asleep in the center of the room, the shape of their body molded into the mattress. Although at first, the noise prompted them to roll over and moan, as the repeating ‘9′s trickled from the loudspeakers…

…Wait, what?

Suddenly, the owner of the room bolted up out of bed, dragging a cerulean hand down their face and pulling a stray lock of their bangs out of their mouth. Where were they even?… And just what the FRESH HELL was going on here? As the human pulled themselves out of their slumber, they practically rolled out of bed and tried to survey the area.

Well, this wasn’t home, that was for sure.

…Wait, why not?

Why had they woken up here?…

What purpose?… Who was behind it… things like this had become more commonplace now, and they had just got stranger and stranger.

…Then, the blue-skinned human paused, as a massive shadow passed outside, seemingly from a nearby window. They scrambled to take a look outside… but it was nothing but metal… nothing but metal for miles around. Up and down… and everywhere… were they in a big warehouse, high in the sky?… Or were they miles underground? Where WAS this place and WHY?

What had captured the teen’s attention the most was the shadow, though. And they looked about, trying to find it’s owner. Whether it be a big factory machine or… something… or maybe, someBODY else. 

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Emotional Manipulation Starters

Trigger warnings apply. Requested by anon. (Disclaimer: not all of these sentences are manipulative in a different context, and some can be used jokingly as well.)

“If you really cared about me, you’d do what I’m asking.” “Don’t you trust me?” “I wish I never met you, honestly.” “You’re the reason I’m upset.” “It’s all your fault.” “I guess you just don’t love me enough.” “You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” “Whatever. It’s not like I care.” “I could just leave, you know.” “Do you like them more than me?” “Who have you been talking to?” “I would do anything to make you happy, I just want you to do the same for me.” “You have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.” “It would be so easy for me to find someone else.” “If you loved me, you’d tell me.” “It’s like you don’t even care about me.” “One day I’ll be dead and you’ll regret not being there when I needed it.” “Nobody really cares about me, not even you.” “No one will ever love you the way I do.” “If you leave me, I don’t want to even think about what I’ll do.” “I’ll just tell everyone you were abusing me.” “You have to. You owe me.” “I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.” “I’ll never forgive you.” “No, it’s fine. Just do whatever you want, I guess.” “Am I upset? Why, should I be?” “If you don’t come over tonight, I’m going to hurt myself.” “I never said that. You’re trying to confuse me.” “I think you hate me.” “I would do anything for you, so why wouldn’t you do the same?” “If you don’t do this, it’s because you don’t love me.” “You were there for them, but not me?” “Yes, if you love me, you would change for me.” “I’m wasting my time with you.” “Well, I guess I’m just useless, aren’t I?” “I know you didn’t say it, but you were thinking it.” “You hate me. I know you do.” “You can’t convince me I’m not just a burden to you.”

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“You know, when you get the urge and ability to read.” - Wheatley, AP-Sap 2013

Guys he’s fucking illiterate

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“Look how small you are down there! I can barely see you! Very tiny and insignificant!”

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Wheatley would wear air pods.

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This can come off as threatening orrr AFFECTIONATE 

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inkbloodduke‌:

There were a lot more people down there than Wheatley probably realized, but all the king’s soldiers were staying out of sight. Some useful bunch they were.

A certain someone was still out in the open though, setting up a puzzle intended to prevent further progression to the castle. He hadn’t exactly been paying much attention to his surroundings but had just paused to admire his work when he heard a weird sound.

It was a rhythmic thumping that kept repeating and growing closer.

“What is that-” he started, turning around and seeing the giant android, at which point a rather undignified shriek left the duke’s mouth. He abruptly slapped a hand over his mouth. Nope, that wasn’t him. He has no idea what you’re talking about.

Hearing that high pitched yelp had prompted the robot to do the same as his light blue eyes had basically spotlighted the figure below. He’s never seen a robot nor human that looked like... that. So it was understand able to him to scream out and try to back away-  only for him to trip on some poor vendor’s store and basically fall over on his behind. He groaned his his back ended up also slamming into the ground, more or less causing a mini earthquake.  “Ooohh that hurt- agh- that really really hurt. Wait-”  He then sat up in a panic and darted his glaze to the duke.  “WHO ARE YOU?-”

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Wheatley had just fallen into the Dark World, specifically the field area. He was surrounded by purple grass and odd trees with red leaves. With his height he would probably have a good view of the castle up ahead as soon as he stood up.

It was obviously the most important structure in the area, what better place to head towards in search of answers? He certainly wasn’t going to be making it back up the way he came unless he spontaneously developed the ability to fly. Even then, looking up didn’t even give you a good view of a way out.

At the very least, he wouldn’t have to worry about any random enemy encounters on the way there. All the rudinns, hathys, and other enemies had decided they’d rather take their chances with the king being mad at them than deal with whatever that thing was that had just dropped in.

He would probably be bumping into the Duke of Puzzles soon though.

“Uggghh man alive-” He groaned as he tried to get himself stabilized again. When he managed to get on two feet without falling on himself again he realized that the aperture labs looked... different. For one there were these weird apparatus on the ground that sprouted upwards in this dark purbleish color.  Plus it was really dark. 

The robot squinted as he put a hand up to scout out where the heck he landed. This differently didn’t look like the facility. Was he being tested? 

He then started to walk towards the castle- thinking that was a point of interest as he carelessly stomped on the trees below and called out to see if that noise was down here.  “EEEEEEE’lllooo? Anybody down here?!”

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"Look how small you are down there! I can barely see you! Very tiny and insignificant!"

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It was a really- really deep pit. 

He wasn’t sure how far it really went down as he’s never had guts to find out, literally and metaphorically. However this particular day something strange was in the airwaves today. These strange electronic patterns whispering in his ear that drove a shiver down his metal spine. As he was a little curious where the bloody disturbance was he followed the signals. It had lead him to the edge of the pit. 

He stared down at the abyss below and shook his head. Then shouted. “Oi mate could you quiet down?? Some of us are trying to bloody work here!” His voice echoed downward as it was now the only thing responding to him. When his voice phased out... he heard nothing.  With a shrug he turned around and immediately tripped on his own feet- swinging backwards and slipping into the deep abyss. Screaming.  “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa-” THUWNK.

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