-Our Daily Lives-
Wheatley was discarded out onto the couch, resting upside down and highly uncomfortable. It was irrelevant, really, that he was even in this position. He blinked once, his stratosphere blue optic looking around dimly. He blinked again. Wheatley just laid there for a few moments, still a little groggy from exiting sleep mode. He stared blankly at the wall, waiting for someone to notice him, but no assistance came. He sighed through his vocal processor, waited a moment and sighed again. But the room stayed the same, and no one was coming to his rescue.
"Probably didn't hear me." Wheatley said aloud. "They're probably still sleeping somewhere, most likely. Yes, that's it. Asleep. Sleeping. Somewhere else- Somewhere not here. Yes, that's it." There was an electrical hum and suddenly a sharp voice filled the room. "Well actually, I'm making breakfast. And I did hear you, I just simply don't care." Wheatley let out a groan and swiveled his optic to try and catch a glimpse of the voice's owner. GLaDOS hung from the ceiling, her long white face blank and expressionless and her golden optic glowing coldly. Wheatley recalled that living together wasn't exactly the brightest idea of all, but at least it worked. GLaDOS hung there, waiting for a response which was rarely rejected by Wheatley. After a moment, she simply slipped back into the ceiling and emerged into the kitchen which was brightly lit despite the general darkness in the rest of the rooms. Wheatley sighed, this time for real and responded.
"Could you at least take me in there? I'm sure there's loads more to do in there than just sitting here and staring at this bloody wall all day!" Wheatley paused for a moment. Suddenly, a claw-like hand extended from the ceiling and grabbed ahold of his metal frame. He let out a short yelp of surprise as he was hoisted up into the air and carried promptly to the kitchen.
GLaDOS was hanging in the center of the room, moving about and taking care of various tasks to prepare breakfast. She stopped only for a moment to acknowledge Wheatley, who now wasn't just upside down, but hanging from the ceiling as well. "I'm making pancakes this morning. Ever had one? I hear they're like cake, except you eat them for breakfast." Wheatley blinked at her flat, monotone voice.
"No- um, I'm afraid not. I honestly don't see how I could've actually- when you think about it. Never had cake either. We were never exactly on friendly terms in the facility, and there aren't bakeries in space." "Oh, we still aren't on friendly terms you moron." Wheatley let out a half-hearted laugh. "Ah, um, yes. New topic! Yes, would it kill you to install a management rail here? I honestly can't keep being, well you know, not moving. Then I could help you cook breakfast and stuff. I can't say I actually know how to bake, but I could learn. Learn by experience. That's how it works, you know?" Wheatley looked up and noticed GLaDOS wasn't actually there.
And here he was, just suspended in midair by a robotic arm. Just watching a batch of pancakes sizzled on a hot stove. How exciting. Wheatley looked around for someone and started to swing himself slowly back and forth. He found it quite amusing, just sitting there, swinging back and forth.
Suddenly, there was a knock and Wheatley spun to see Chell standing in the doorway. "Hallo! Gooood morning! GLaDOS and I made-" Wheatley spun around to find charred black rocks smoking purposelessly on the stove top. He let out a shriek of dismay and turned back to Chell who was eyeing him with a suspicious stare. "Ah, yes- Tiny problem. Minuscule. Somebody seems to have stolen the pancakes and replaced them with rocks when I wasn't looking. Honestly, why rocks? What idiot steals pancakes and replaces them with rocks?" Wheatley was actually quite glad that he, for once, could actually wave around a word like idiot and not be insulted. It made him feel quite good.
Chell raised an eyebrow and walked into the kitchen, scrutinizing the charred masses that were laid out over the stove. There was a whirring sound and GLaDOS emerged from the ceiling. "I'm sorry; I was just trying out this new management rail I installed for myself." She glanced at the stove and froze. "What happened to the pancakes?" Wheatley let out a nervous laugh, his optic darting to look everywhere except her face.
"Well, you see… Someone….sort of….stole the pancakes and replaced them with rocks. B-But it was an honest mistake! They snuck in when I wasn't looking! How was I to know that some bloody thief was going to steal them? You were the one that left in the first place!" "You really are a moron, aren't you? You just burnt them. I left to see if you would take care of the baking like you said, and also to try out this thing because it's really fun, but that doesn't matter. Because you failed. Goodbye, moron."
Suddenly, the arm was moving, and dragging the unsuspecting Wheatley away from the room. "Nono! Nonononono! Let's- Let's negotiate something here! Don't just go around, assuming that I should be DEAD because I turned the pancakes into rocks! It- It's actually like a miracle, you know? I didn't exactly turn stone into bread, like that one guy did, b-but I turned pancakes into stone! That's gotta be worth some sort of extra credit! Wh-What do you think Chell would think of this? Chell?"
Wheatley glanced over at Chell who was standing next to GLaDOS with her arms crossed. She shook her head disapprovingly. "You burnt the pancakes." Wheatley stared at the two of them, an aghast look on his face, as he dangled in midair. He squirmed around, fighting the vice grip of the robotic arm, screaming all the way.
The arm continued to drag Wheatley towards the doorway, despite his rebellion. "Nonono! PLEASE! I am literally begging you! NOOO! HELP ME!" Wheatley was hanging just outside the doorway when the robotic arm suddenly released him. He let out a shout of surprise and hit the ground, swearing that there was a newly formed dent in his handle.
"Wheatley, you are hereby banished from the kitchen." GLaDOS pronounced flatly. Wheatley managed to sit up and glared at the two of them, his optic glowing with dismay. "B-But I-" Chell raised a hand. "You have violated use of the kitchen and have to earn back your right to enjoy it." GLaDOS turned to the stove and started humming a tune a she put on a new batch of batter. Wheatley just sat there, in the hallway, watching. "Can I at least get a management rail?"