Week 4 of the Twelve Shots of Summer
Mission Mail: Compose a story on the theme of 'Betrayal', fail and face suffocation by a mass of black goopy goop.


Read in a steriotypical strong English accen', for the best experience XD

You know, I was going to go with a seriously dark Metal Gear Solid story, but after thinking abou' it- agh, I'm in the habi' of typing pretend Bri'ish now-
STOP that X'D
I suppose it's because, Wheatley betraying Chell, well... It got me right in the feelz, really.
Also, I figure that you'll get enough darkz from the other writers this week.
ESPECIALLY from Aviantei and SoSaysL. No doubt.
Freakin' downerz...
XD


The Fool

"So much space, need to see it all...!"

... I wish I could take it all back... I honestly do.
I honestly do wish I could take it all back...
And not jus' 'cause I'm stranded in space...

"I'm in space."

I know you are, mate... Yup. We're both in space...

"SPAAAAAACE!"

Anyway, y'know... If I was ever to see 'er ever again... D'you know wha' I'd say?

"I'm-in-space."

I'd say... 'I'm sorry'! Sincerely.
I'm sorry I was bossy. And monstrous.
And... I am genuinely sorry.

"I'minspace."

... The end...!


It all star'ed ... Back when I met 'er.
She was the only test subject still alive... All the others' power grids 'ad gone offline, so... It 'ad to be 'er.

"Hello!" I called out; the door was locked, so tha' was my best bet, "anyone in there?"
She didn't answer at firs'. In fac' she never answered anything.
Or talked.
At all.
Quiet one, she was.
Reserved.

Anyway, I did a quick erm... Analysis of the situation, and though' to myself, "Hm. Could be Spanish, could be Spanish... 'ola, amigo! Abre la puerta! Donde esta- no? Um..."
You know, I still can' believe 'ow clever she was. Brave.
Even with all the brain damage. See, most tes' subjects do contract some cognitive deterioration after being in suspension, and in 'er case, brain damage.
I told her all tha', and when I asked her if she understood, she... jumped...! Yeah. I didn' get i' either, "okay, what you're doin' there is jumping; You just- you just jumped," I tried to, uh, convey to 'er, "but nevermind, say 'apple'. Aaaapple," an' of course, she jumps again.
Jumps.
She 'ad a nice sense of humour.


After, ah... Hacking our way through a wall, we found ourselves in one of the ol' testing tracks; I needed 'er to get a Portal Gun, if we had any chance of gettin' outta there...
"You're lookin' for a gun that makes holes. Not bullet holes, but- well, you'll figure it out."
After she lef' Test Chamber 01, I wen' off ahead of 'er, I would've preferred it if we could- um, if I could accompany 'er through the Chambers, give 'er advice, comfort her damaged brain, stuff like tha'.
I actually did see someone else- well, I think I did, really I can't say.
I put myself on autopilot, I had a lo' of- well, quite a lo' of plannin' to do, and I didn' want to divide my attention between steerin' an' thinkin'.
I'm smar' like that.

"Wilson, come on, we can't stay here!"
Tha' was the firs' time I heard 'im. Odd sorta fellow, I only got a shor' look at 'im, so I'm not, um, entirely sure, on whether or not 'e actually... Well...
Existed.


By the time I go' to Chamber 02, she was already there.
"Hey, hey! You made it!" I was so excited, she'd cleared one Chamber by herself!
This is it...! I told myself. We were gettin' outta this place.
... And then, CRASH. The floor collapsed underneath 'er, and she went tumblin' down below, "whoa!" I was pretty shocked, I mean, I was told tha' no corners were cut with the facility's panels, no expenses spared, "can you see the Portal Gun?"
I'm, well, I'm slightly embarrassed that I asked that first, if I'm bein' honest, "also, are you alive? Im- That's important, should 'ave asked tha' first."
Being a... Well, a forward, uh, kind of thinker, I worked on the- I- that is, the assumption, that she was y'know... Alive.
And I went on ahead of 'er.
I hoped... I knew, that she was strong enough.


Zoomin' pas' five more Chambers, I- well, I saw him again; I'm still not sure, I mean I- well I only saw him in-between, ah, Test Chambers.
He was always... Scuttlin' abou', y'know?
Almost like 'e was followin' someone. Y'know, sorta watching over them, but no' wantin' to show himself.


This time, I go' there first.
To the next, ah, checkpoint, so to say.
"Hey! Oi, oi! I'm up 'ere!" I was ab-so-lute-ly ec-static to see her. And a little spooked, if I'm bein' honest. I mean, if she could clear six Chambers while brain damaged, well, jus' imagine what she could do with a workin' set of lobes!
Wordplay, I'm clever like tha'.
At this point... I realised that the only thing I could do, to keep with, y'know, her, was to... Disengage myself from my Management Rail.
The men who made me told me to 'never, never, ever' disengage from the rail, they had a little giggle when they said tha', and I know why.
They obviously enjoyed puttin' me in danger.
But for whatever reason, nothing happened. Nothing! Though she didn' catch me, gotta be honest, I was a little disappointed, "alright, going on 'three' just gives you too much time to think about it. Let's, uh, go on 'one' this time. Okay, ready? One- CATCHMECATCHMECATCHMECATCHMECATCHME," thunk, I hit the ground, jus' like tha'. Bu' I was alive, so at least...
That.


I... Don' remember much after tha'.
I think i't was the shock of bein' crushed by... Her.
Did I mention that... that person, crushed me? Well, I'm tellin' you now.
She crushed me, by the way.
I do remember- an' by the by, this could all jus' be a dream, but...!

...

Wha'?! Don' look a' me like tha'! We can dream!
Literally an' metaphorically.
Hah, I've done i' again, I jus' can'- I w- I can' help myself. Too many books, y'know?
Anyway, I remember... Him, again.
I know, I know, it's a bi' odd that I keep seein' 'im like this, but... Yeah.
He picked me up off of the ground, and- this is all really fuzzy, but, I think he reattached me to a Management Rail...
I wonder why 'e did tha'?
Bu' what's really gold, is what 'appened next!
A bird, flies over to little ol' me, still dazed, hangin' on the rail, and then it-[KZZZT]-and sticks its beak-[KZZZT]-ng right? Then twis-[KZZZT]-ould feel it's ton-[KZZZT]
... Hold on, I think I'm breakin' up-
[KZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz...]


[-zzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZT]-oody Spanish and their-[KZZZT]-mothers mutilat-[KZZZT]-young-[KZZZZZZZZZZZZZT]-space inquisition-[KZZZT]

Ah, there we are! Fixed i'!
Sorry abou' tha'. Reception's a bit non-existant out 'ere.

"IN SPAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!"

Yes, yes, mate. In space.
Now then... Where were we...?


Well, after I got back on my, ahem, metaphorical feet, I interrupted the test in Chamber 21, it was the second-last test, and I knew that... She wasn't lettin' 'er go alive.
"'eyy, buddy!" I did said in this 'murican kind of slur, was a clever plan, really, "I'm shpeaking in an ackshent, that is beyond her range of HEARING," I had dropped some... Well, some... bird eggs into some wiring, and shut off all the lights in the Chamber-

Wha- again? Look, use your imagination, anyone can pick up a few eggs.

"Ah know ah'm earleh, but we have to go, rrright NOW," I though' tha' since she couldn' see me, the only thing left to take care of was hearing me, "walk cajshually too-ward mah posishun, and we'll go shut 'er DOWN."
Unfortunately for both of us... She could still 'ear me.
The only flaw in an otherwise perfect plan.
Still ticks me off now, honestly.
But she stuck with me. She was a tolerant person.

I'll admit, I almost, lost heart after being crushed, [KZZZT]-ed by a bird, and havin' to rescue 'er...
But I did it. Tiny little Wheatley, did it.
We were gettin' outta there.
After usin' my- um, the, inbuilt flashlight, WHICH, mind you, they told me never to use, or I'd die, I don't know wha's up with tha', they gave me so many features which, apparently, kill me upon use: Rail disengager, flashlight, lighter, flashing light, light-flash, flash-bang, flashing flash-bang lighter, li-[KZZZT]


So, we mucked up all of 'er, ah, um... Weapons, so to speak- i's no' exactly entirely correct to say that, but- ahem, in any case...
We confronted... Her. But this time, she 'ad no neurotoxin, no turrets, no nothing.
Well, she had more of a- more of a lack of nothing if anything.
No neurotoxin, no turrets, not even a lack of nothing.
The look on her face was priceless, le' me tell you.

"I hate you, so much."
We used a bi' of teamwork, and before I knew i', I was in control of the entire facility!
But then... I wen' and did something that I'd regret for the rest of my life...


... I think... Taking control of the facility was prob'ly the greates' moment of my life.
I had finally achieved something, finally done somethin' worthwhile.
See, since I was made, I was always told that I was worthless.
A screw-up.
A moron.
I was designed for with the sole purpose of being an idiot.
And after I was finally the one in charge, I...

I dunno...

I... Said some thing's I shouldn' have, that day.
Did things I'm no' proud of.
Right after I sent them down, to the older levels of the facility, I was in shock, honestly. I didn't mean to do it, it just... Happened.
And tha' was the las' time I ever saw 'im.
'e was watching the whole thing, from behind the Chamber. I saw 'im through a gap in the wall panels.
I'm... Still not sure if I really saw 'im.
But I'll never forget 'im; like some mad scientist, clutchin' tha' Companion Cube to his chest, and lookin' around, like some sorta mad animal.
Just like a rat.
Just like me.


I wish I could take it all back... I honestly do.
I honestly do wish I could take it all back.
She did nothing but help me.
We helped each other.
And I had to go and muck it all up like tha'...

... You know, when I got sucked through that las' Portal, she... Reached out to me.
Even after everything I'd done to 'er, she still tried to save me...
She still cared, while no one else did.
... Why did I have to do it...?

... I hope that one day, I can go back and say... 'I'm sorry'.
Sincerely.
That's all I want now.

... The end.


Ugh, that ending, for me at least, hit me in the feelz.
Yes, my own story hurts me, shh.
I really loved Wheatley, and it made me sad to see him stuck in space, when he was really sorry for betraying Chell.

Damn, this story was more saddening for me than I thought it'd be XD

But anyway, I hope you enjoyed tha'!

As for me, I'm going to 'ave to ge' ou' of the 'abit of thinkin' an' typin' like I'm some Bri'ish guyyy.
No' sure if tha's a good thing or no' X'D

One thing I really wanted to add in was... Him X3
Also, how did Wheatley reattach himself to a Management Rail after being crushed by GLaDOS? I only thought about it while writing this, if I'm being hone- UGH.
I'm still in 'Wheatley Mode'...

Anyway, please check out the other works this week on the Twelve Shots of Summer community, its good fun- wait no, it won't be good fun, because most other peopl will probably have really dark, depressing takes on the prompt XD

Now that I think about it, I usually take the, um, in- RRRGH. Still legitimately thinking 'like Wheatley'.
I usually take the... 'Unexpected route' on the Prompts :3
Good thing? Bad thing? You be the judge XD

Also, if you've decided that you enjoy my writing, youknowthere'sapageforthat.
Jus' go to my profile, and 'ave a look at my other works.
It's ab-so-lute-ly smashing...!

In particular, I ask that you look at X Days, which has been updated somewhat recently, and Change, which is now complete!

This is getting long-winded now, so I'm out!
-X