Prompt Post Round 1
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Also it's technically a threesome. I hope that's okay, anon!)
At first Wheatley didn’t do much of anything. Guilt kept him floating there. He was sorry, and he felt that being suspended out here in the vast nothingness was a fitting punishment. He made the immediate decision that he didn’t want to go through it alone, though, so as soon as he was able, he made a manual hook-up with the other sphere he’d been stranded with. The little fellow didn’t seem to mind where in space he was, just as long as he was in space ( ... )
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His reply, predictably, was, “I’m in space!”
“Okay. Right. And because of that we’re going to need to time this carefully. So I’m going to get you latched on first, and then, once you’re hooked up, grab me, okay? I’m sure the satellite has some… uh, some kind of manipulator arms, or a gravity beam or… or something suitable.” His partner continued to babble, so Wheatley took that as an affirmative ( ... )
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“Right! Well, let’s get you all hooked up. I bet this is a dream come true for you, isn’t it? Your very own satellite. Well, with me, but just for now, until I enact stage two of my plan. Or think it up. Both, I need to do both, but I’m on it, I’m already on it. I just need to see what we’re working with here as far as this satellite goes. Yes. Anyway. Arm controls--” Wheatley’s iris narrowed in concentration as he started to push back against the primitive computer inside the satellite, investigating its functions. “Okay, so, now I have the arms, and--” The manipulator arm released the sphere. “No! Oh, no!”
A quick snatch saved the sphere from drifting off. His moment of lucidity had apparently now fully lapsed, because he was babbling again. “Okay. Good. One thing’s for sure, you’re happy to be here, at least. Okay, so we don’t have another little, another little mix-up like that, I’m just going to move you over here and--wait, I need to turn--okay, wrong way, I’ve ( ... )
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The little astronaut did not reply--his iris-shutters had closed to a mere slit, and he was twitching gently, clearly subject to the same forces Wheatley was. For some reason the knowledge that they were both feeling the same thing, that they were in accord, just made it that much better ( ... )
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Also, OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED THAT I FORGOT HOW TO COUNT. H-HOW DID I DO THAT. HOW.
Also, in response to the last comment--you know, it's up in the air whether or Space realized that their agreeing to do something would result in the reward, or whether he just wanted to look at space.
I say it's up to you to decide. :]
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also, I love how you write Wheatley. It's perfect.
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Also, I'm going to blame "getting in-character" for my apparent inability to count to five. Yep. That's what it was.
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8D Wheatley and I can have magical space adventures with Space core for the rest of eternity~
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