A Game Called 'Revenge'

Wheatley's Story: These Blue Eyes of Deception

Prologue/Ch.1: The Befallen Insanity

It had been years since the personality core, Wheatley, had been on solid ground, or rather panels. He was back to the sterile chambers of Aperture Laboratories after countless days. However, he still had a grudge against the 'monsters' that exiled him to his dark black prison.

He had become insane from isolation and paranoia. His hands, worn away to sharp metallic claws, were drenched in blood. He dragged them along the chamber walls, which made a painful, metallic screeching. He was repeatedly calling out, in a psychopathic tone.

Suddenly, he heard the robotic, monochrome voice he lovingly hated: "Who are you and what are you doing here", it said, confused and angered.

He turned to the camera and maniacally smiled, his mouth bloodstained, and still dripping with the very same. "Oh, hello. Do you remember me? Because I remember you so very well."

The voice interrupted him, "What? How should I- No. No-no-no! You're still-" the voice gulped "You're still alive, after how long? Look, I-" He continued talking "I remember how you tried to kill me, exiled me to space and left me to die."

He then burst out in a fit of maniacal laughter, the blood dripping off of his chin. Realising this, he wiped it off. Then, he proceeded to claw at the walls.

"One question though," he asked, crouching on the floor, pretending to draw meaningless shapes. "Do you still keep in contact with that old friend of mine? I bet she'll be so... ecstatic to see me. I wonder if..." He trailed on talking to himself.

"If you're talking about me, then I'm not glad to see you at all."

Wheatley quickly looked up from the floor, "You!?" He laughed under his breath, "Why on earth would I be talking about you!?"

The voice, shocked, replied: "Because you're here. And not trying to find your friend. Also, you look great by the way... Very... great..."

Wheatley got up and walked closer to the camera. "Stop being sarcastic." He said, jokingly. "You missed me? Didn't you?" He shouted.

The voice whispered to herself "He's insane, he's insane, he's insane..."

"Are you talking about me?" He asked. He was turning more insane, by each second that went by.

The panels of the wall opened. "Well, looks like I have to go. I bid you adieu."

Ch.2: The Dark Secrets

Wheatley, after being closed in the room, was now free to walk along the catwalks.

He went into an already unlocked room that was prepared for his arrival. He sat down at a monitor, musing over who was going to 'fill' the void in his life.

However, he soon snapped out of it and looked at the list presently on the screen.

"So... I need a new list, because apparently, everyone in this place is dead."

He said to himself "Why are all of the test subjects dead?!" He shouted.

Suddenly, a name caught his attention, "Wait. He, She... They aren't dead... Yet..." He said the word 'yet' in an antagonistic manner, and smiled eerily, his face was mirrored on the monitor screen.

In the corner of the room stood a blunt square of metal. His eyes lit up, and he picked it up and started carving it into a sharp knife.

Meanwhile, the voice of the camera, Caroline was looking over each and every camera's footage, and saw things that she never knew existed.

One of the cameras looked directly into Wheatley's 'office'. He, however, noticed the movement and attempted to pull the camera from its socket, cutting his wrist on the sharp, loose wires hanging from it.

The camera lens shattered in a cascade of tiny glass shards. He laughed and said "Even though you can see me, I'm still here. Why not get rid of me now?"

Then, he turned around to face the room his office was looking over.

"Those poor, poor souls."

"Or rather, they will be."

With his reflection smirking. The camera, broken, only recorded his voice...

Ch.3: The Taste of Blood

It was several days later and, after being left in his office; Wheatley was suffering from hunger spikes, not used to his new way of living. He was sprawled out on the floor, messing with the broken camera.

Then, he heard footsteps outside his door. Slowly, he stepped towards the door, not making a sound. It opened, and he was staring at the person, who was the person on the top of his list.

Instinctively, he lashed out and deeply cut their throat. He dragged their body out of view of the active cameras.

Moments later, he was eating something flesh-like, his outfit was dotted with blood stains and his hands had a small cut on them. Behind him were a bloodied metal spike and the bare remnants of a human skeleton.

He heard a voice from the broken camera. The camera still had its microphone and speaker intact. He spoke to Caroline.

"Caroline?"

"What?"

"Did you really miss me?"

"No. And I never will."

"Oh, really? Because the video footage says otherwise."

"What? How can you access tha-"

He laughed and cut the conversation off; throwing the camera to the side. Next to him was a blood-covered glass cup, full of a similar, scarlet coloured liquid. Casually, he drank from it, staining his mouth in the process.

He decided to look out of his office window again. Fortunately for him, it looked out onto one of the mainly used chambers. Where he saw someone he remembered.

Ch.4: The Return of an Old Friend

The familiar face, after so many years, she had returned. Years after his past demise. He attempted to put on a sane face. But ended up laughing at himself, after seeing his reflection.

Wheatley went down to the chamber, ecstatic at her return. But she was curious as to why he was so happy about it. Eerily happy.

She decided to keep this thought to herself, trying to ignore his presence. After a while, she realised that they weren't being watched. By anyone. Wheatley, who's excited act was starting to slip, had convinced her to follow him to his room.

When they entered, she saw something from the corner of her eye... Something red and squishy. She attempted to point this out to Wheatley, but he wasn't listening. She went to look at it, but he stopped her.

It had been a while since they had seen each other. So, they decided to tell each other about their lives so far. Since she wasn't talkative, he read her facial expressions.

"You got called back here? Strange, I thought you'd be the last person she'd want to see..."

He realised that what he was saying was annoying her "...Uh, no offense, I mean; I missed you, a-and I..."

She looked over at the' red, squishy thing',

"Uh... what are you looking at?"

She rolled her eyes and pointed at it "Oh that. It's- It's nothing. Trust me." He said sheepishly.

He looked over his shoulder and saw the metal blade.

Ch.5: Warm Blood and Icy Tears

She went to look at it; he wasn't stopping her, like before. When she saw 'it' she stood, shocked.

Wheatley walked slowly up to her, while her back was turned.

"Surprise… Sweetheart"

Her smile then turned to fear. "Don't worry. It won't hurt. My dear, dear Chell..." He whispered softly.

Before Wheatley could stab the blade into her back, She fled outside, and onto the catwalks.

"Of course, it couldn't end this way…" Wheatley said, as he threw the metal aside.

There was a crashing of metal as Chell tripped over an upturned panel.

"There-"

Chell's heart pounded

"-You-"

She ran. She ran for as long as her stamina could hold her

"-Are-"

Chell halted. And looked behind her.

Wheatley was walking towards her, his face in the same smiling expression.

He made an animalistic roaring as he jumped at her.

Chell attempted to move out of his way, but was caught by Wheatley's claws

She fell, silently. "Ha... Now, you'll never have to miss me." His hands, covered with her blood. She was dead.

Wheatley twitched, and his glassy, light-filled eyes sparked.

As he was pulling out his claws from her back, he paused to look at his reflection, the reflection in her glazed eyes. He stared at her body, lying there. On the bloodstained chrome.

He started to smile. Wheatley felt, for once in his life...

He was…

Alive.