EDIT A/N (AS OF 10/19/11): Alright, so I apologize for the changes in the story, which will begin through chapter 2 and such... Recently I've been RPing, and became a fan of Chelley, and actually used parts of this story (that I had previously written prior to the RP) in the RP. Parts that would be too similar to have two separate stories for, such as the transition from Core!Wheatley to Human!Wheatley... I WILL get a WheaDOS story out there for you all, but right now, I want to work with this story, which will be based on the RP. And I'm sure you'll like it. :D Also a heads up, just finished the RP today, so the whole story's laid out now... I know I've been bad about getting busy/losing motivation to finish a story... And I will get "The Perfect Drug" done eventually, if you're following that Invader Zim ZaDR story at all...
Summary: This story, previously known as "Life After" will be changed slightly to follow/be based on an RP that was just finished today, will contain Chelley, Human!Wheatley, and will be rather lengthy. Enjoy!
Technical Difficulties
"Nothing, nothing, nothing." A computerized voice growled. "No one at all. Must… *fizzle* Test." Red lights flashed through the darkness, a yellow-orange light dimming with each word.
Cameras continued to pan in each and every testing chamber, hallway, and room, everywhere, unable to find any living humans.
"GAH!" The computerized voice called out in rage, the yellow-orange light disappearing briefly. The light returned, and looked up slightly, a series of loud thuds echoing through the thick air. "Ah, just in time." The rage dissipated in the feminine voice as quickly as it came, her voice echoing off the panels that formed the round room. The orange-yellow light turned and followed a tube that began its descent into the room.
"OW! Bloody hell! No! OW!" A round ball came rolling out of the tube, crashing onto the floor.
The orange-yellow optic illuminated the source of the loud yelling and metallic thud, the optic zooming in on the ball.
"Bloody hell… Where am…" A blue optic appeared and spun around dizzily, unable to focus on anything. Eventually the optic calmed, and found the orange optic staring right at it. "Oh no… no no no no… Uh…" With each babble the blue optic dimmed slightly.
A loud click, and a small light suspended from the ceiling dimly lit the room, revealing the metal ball, the dark panels surrounding the room, and a large AI hanging off the ceiling, a disk of sorts receiving the multitude of wires coming off the machine. "Metal ball… Why is it that all of the test subjects are dead?" The optic narrowed in a glare.
The blue optic shrank in fear. "Uh, well you see… Uh… last time Chell saw them, they all looked pretty healthy." The optic looked around the room, hoping that answer would suffice.
"You MORON!" The answer did not. The AI turned away, the optic disappearing from the blue optic's sight.
"I AM NOT A MORON!" The blue optic widened, the lenses closing in a glare where the yellow optic previously was. They relaxed, and the optic relaxed. "Besides, what about those two bots you made? Won't those bloody well work?"
At the sudden defiance, the optic returned. "I NEED human test subjects, you moronic Intelligence Dampening Core!"
"Why can't you call me Wheatley?" Wheatley muttered, his optic unable to shrink any more, although he wished it could.
The orange optic narrowed in sudden thought. "Hmm… I've got an idea…" It disappeared to examine the video feeds from throughout the facility within the AI's computer, the light shutting off, descending the room back to the eerie darkness Wheatly found himself suddenly in.
Wheatley looked around the darkened room that the AI was held in. "Don't you ever feel… trapped, being forced to stay here?"
The optic didn't return when the feminine voice growled, "No."
"Oh." Wheatley nodded somewhat. "Okay. Uh…"
"Don't try to make small talk, metal ball." The AI cut off Wheatley in annoyance.
"Okay…" He continued to examine everything. After a few minutes, the Intelligence Dampening Core grew tired of sitting around. He tried to roll himself around. "Ngh… Ngh!"
The orange optic returned as the AI's head turned slowly towards the source of the grunts. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Wheatley stopped and stared at the AI. "I'm trying to move."
The AI blinked her optic.
"Erh… GLaDOS, can you put me up on the management rails? Please mate?" Wheatley asked of GLaDOS, hoping that she would listen to him.
"No." GLaDOS shook her head and turned away.
"C'mon mate, why do I have to be stuck on the floor?"
GLaDOS side glanced Wheatley. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really." GLaDOS nodded, a robotic arm extending down and picking up the Intelligence Dampening Core. "You can stay in the corrupted core bin, with the other cores."
"Woah, wait, mate. C'mon… Just… Attach me to the management rails! Please, mate?" Wheatley protested, writhing in the claw's grasp.
GLaDOS thought for a moment. "Maybe later. For now, keep out of my way." The arm disappeared with Wheatley.
"C'mon! NO! NONONONO!" The core protested in dismay.
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"GLaDOS! C'mon! Please, mate?" Wheatley continued to protest as he sat in the bin with the other corrupted cores. "C'mon! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was mean, and bossy, and nasty! Just… PLEASE?" He paused, waiting to see if the AI responded to the apology he originally intended for Chell. "I am genuinely sorry!" He paused again. When GLaDOS didn't respond, he sighed and rolled his optic around, taking in his new surroundings.
"She stick you in here too bud?" A green light appeared, dimming with each word.
Wheatley jumped at the sudden voice, his optic turning to meet a green optic. "Oh it's you."
"What, it could've been that core who talked about space all the dern time." The green optic seemed to fluctuate with the words the core said.
"Fact, space does not exist." A pink optic appeared.
"I was JUST in space. It does too exist. It's huge, and cold… and lonely." Wheatley's optic narrowed at the other core. "Anyway, yes, Rick. You're right."
"I'm right, because I'm the Adventure core." Rick said, his optic seeming to smile.
"Fact, adventure is actually quite dull." The pink optic growled, rolling around.
"Oh would you bloody shut up?" Wheatley growled.
"Fact, I am the Fact Core. It is my job to state facts. So I am incapable of 'shutting up'." The Fact core seemed to smirk.
Wheatley rolled his optic. "Anyway… I need out of this stupid bin!" His optic rolled around in observation. "Bloody hell, why does she keep everything so dark? I'll need my flashlight…"
"Fact, you will die if you turn on your flashlight."
"Fact, no I won't." Wheatley mocked Fact Core, turning on his flashlight.
Rick and the Fact core both gasped, yelling and watching to see if Wheatley actually did die. When Wheatley was okay, Rick sighed and Fact Core growled. "F-f-f-f… Fact. Flashlights were originally used to absorb energy from the sun."
"Bloody hell? Where'd you get that fact from?" Wheatley narrowed his optic at Fact core.
"From my FACTS within my memory database." Fact core gloated.
Wheatley sighed. "Oh, whatever. Rick, can you launch me out of here by any chance mate?" Wheatley noticed that he was on top of one of Rick's handles.
"Cow-a-bunga!" Rick flinched, launching the Intelligence Dampening Core into the air.
"WOAH! BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" Wheatley yelled as he flung into the air, eventually landing on the floor with a loud thud. "Ow… Fuck…"
"Hey, bud, you okay?" Rick called from the bin.
"I'm okay. Uh… Did NOT think this through." Wheatley tried to move around, but he remained stationary. "Bloody hell…"
"I told you that you could stay in the Corrupted Bin." GLaDOS said over the intercom.
Wheatley's optic shrank to a pinpoint. "Oh, bloody hell, GLaDOS, you scared me! Mate, can you help me up? Please?"
"No." GLaDOS growled.
"Aw, c'mon."
The intercom remained silent.
"Fuck." Wheatley growled, his optic having returned to normal. "Erh… Any ideas from anyone in the bin, anyone?"
"Mmm… nope. Sorry bud." Rick said.
"Fact. You are stuck."
Wheatley sighed. "Thanks, Capitan Obvious."