Prompt Post Round 2
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I really want to see something that delves into Wheatley's evil tendencies. I need you, anon, to please explore the oppression Wheatley felt due to his fear of GLaDOS and his denial of being designed a moron. Then transition into the power shift between him and GLaDOS and his thrill at suddenly being in charge, with the ability to harm anyone he pleases. And oh, how satisfying hurting GLaDOS would be...!
You don't have to go as far as this, but I'd also love to see his downfall: how he has to deal with losing his power at his defeat by Chell, and the sudden shame of realizing he became that which had always hurt him. You can even change the canon enough to allow him to apologize for it if you want.
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“Yeah, well! I’m still in control!” he screams at her. “I’m still in control and-“
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Blue
They turn him on, and the first thing he feels is sick. He feels an itching under the circuits of his diaphragm, like a cold boot, like his oesophagus is trying to derail and purge some sort of a corrupted code from-
That’s not right, he thinks. Something’s not quite right with what he’s thinking.
Why on Earth could that be?
Then, and only then, does his optic catch sight of the men in white coats looking up at him. They do look funny, he thinks, with their long human legs, and those silly mops of hair on top. Useless. Absolutely mad.
When they laugh at him- honest to goodness laugh, they do- Wheatley realises that he’s been talking aloud the entire time ( ... )
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It’s petty, he knows, but when he sees the test subject jumping mutely around in her relaxation box, he does feel pity for the poor brain-damaged thing, with her intellect for once so far inferior to even his.
“This is probably too difficult a cognitive gauntlet for someone as brain damaged as you are,” he explains slowly, trying to enunciate very clearly. “But! You’re a good jumper! So we’ve got that!” He says it enthusiastically, to at least attempt to hide that twinge of satisfaction he feels at her blank stare. “Go on!”
If she notices it she doesn’t show it. And, bless her soul, she jumps off directly into a pane of glass.
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Blue
“New mission,” they say. Wheatley’s not falling for that again, though! He doesn’t even look at them this time, because when he does one of his twitches always makes his core body spin wildly out of control and the humans find that ( ... )
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“Talking to mice. You really take idiocy to new levels, don’t you?”)
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Blue
…They’d told him he would die. They TOLD him.
When she picks him up off the floor, he’s too happy to be alive to dwell on the fact that she hadn’t caught him.
They’d lied to him.
Why would they do that?
(Oh. Right. Because he was a-)
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Orange
“-one of the first core transfers…not a complete tran…still a lot of human left…refining the personal-“
When Wheatley wakes he feels distinctly off. He looks around blearily, but he isn’t in the break room- he’s somewhere huge and cavernous and surrounded by all these scientists, again, and-
“What have you put on me ( ... )
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He turns. “No.”
For some reason, when he sees him, Wheatley thinks strongly of cake.
“Oh. Don’t like chocolate cake, Doug,” he calls after his retreating shadow. “I’ve never liked chocolate cake! Don’t know why that’s important, but…well. Not that I even eat or anything. Bloody hell-“
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Orange
(He’s not a moron. Who do they think they are? The anger smashes the uncertain little voice in his head, the one that makes him ask if he’s really not as dumb as they say ( ... )
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Well, this Wheatley isn’t going to fall for any of their tricks anymore. Not the brain damage, not the lie about escaping, not the warnings flashing up on his scre-
‘Warning. Nuclear Meltdown imminent. This facility will self destruct in-‘
-not the nuclear meltdown! Convenient, wasn’t it, that the meltdown was just as he’d taken control of the facility? He bets the fire coming out of the walls isn't even real fire! Probably just red lights and papier-mâché! They would do that to him-
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Blue
(“Wheatley ( ... )
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Orange.
“I despise you! I loathe you! You arrogant, smugly quiet, awful jump-suited monster of a woman!“
Orange.
“And another thing! You never caught me! This place would have been a triumph if it wasn’t for you!”
Blue
-she would have caught him if she could, he knows. She always tries her best at everything. It was just him. It was him (it was always him), and how stupid he was, always messing things up, and he mustn’t have fallen correctly, or something-
Orange.
-she was never going to catch him in the first place. She was just making fun of him like they all had. Well, booby-trap the Stalemate Button and who’s laughing now? Who’s laughing now, huh? WHO-
Blue
(“If anyone asks- and no one’s going to ask! But if anyone asks, tell them that when you last checked, everyone looked pretty much alive. Definitely not dead.”)
Orange.
No one’s laughing.
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…Blue
Who the fuck is he kidding ( ... )
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(runs off to write porn instead)
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Damn, that was depressing.
Excellent, but depressing. And exactly how I imagined life at Aperture Science for our beloved ID sphere. Now my urge to hug the bejeezus out of him has doubled in its ridiculous strength.
Thank you for your hard work, write!anon :).
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Probably the saddest fic on here, and also my new favourite.
Well done.
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Glorious work, anon. You do us proud.
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good job anon!
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