Wheatley was new to the job, nobody had told him that a mute came in everyday with a note stating what she wanted. Nobody had told him that the mute had a bad past and sometimes walked in crying about one of those times in the past. Nobody had told him anything. He hadn't even got a proper home yet.
He had only just learnt the concept of being able to move on his own, and to now have a job selling coffee? Oh, this was a challenge. However, it was one he was willing to face.
The only thing he knew was how to work the machines in front and behind him, and that he had to sell coffee and other things during his shifts at work. However, no amount of training could tell him how to handle the situation he was about to face...
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Wheatley cleaned another empty table, before standing back behind the counter. It was a slow day, perfect for the new employee. He had passed rush hour with ease, giving everyone their orders in mere moments. It was easy to him, one of the only things he could do right if GLaDOS were to have a say in the whole affair.
He turned away from the counter, staring at everything around him. Nobody was here at the moment, so he had time for himself. It was only 10 minutes until the end of his shift, and then it was off to go to the apartment complex across the road to see what they had hooked up for him. He also had to go to the super market to get some food.
It was a wonder how he could remember all of this stuff. Probably because he had been human at one point and had done all of these things at one point in time or another. He sighed, now he had to go through it all again. He leaned against the counter, thinking about going to college and getting a degree and all the things he needed to move on to bigger and better things. If only he could just do all that now...
There was the ring of the bell and he sighed, turning around. Someone with their hood up walked in through the door and came up to the counter. The sleeves of their hoodie were far too long, covering their hands, leaving about 4 inches of material still there.
He didn't speak as he was handed a slip of paper. He pulled it closer to his eyes, having to put his glasses on to read it.
The usual please, with extra sugar. They got me to talk about HIM.
He was confused. He didn't know this person's usual. And who was this HIM they were on about?
"Err, sue!" Wheatley called, hoping that the older woman was still here. Lucky for him, Sue poked her head around the door.
"Yes Wheatley? Is there a problem?" She asked, smiling fondly as if she had known him all her life.
"Yeah... I don't know this person's usual." He said looking at the person in question, then back to Sue. He handed sure the note and she was quick to skim over it. Sue looked up at the person, smiling sadly.
"Oh love..." She said, before turning back to Wheatley. "Her normal is a latte. The poor soul's had to tell her therapist about someone she had lost about a month back. She doesn't say where he's from or anything detailed, but when he comes up she feels a bit down. He had turned on her once, making her do some terrible things. And the funniest thing is that she forgives him for it all, only wanting him back in her arms as she goes through life. Tell her it's on the house." Sue explained, handing him the note and smiling once again at the girl. "Well love, you just keep reminding yourself that he's still out there, probably feeling terrible about what he did."
Sue left the room and an awkward silence filled the air as Wheatley began to make the latte. Tears threatened to fall from his own eyes as he remembered what he did to Chell, forcing her to do terrible things...
"Oh man. I did something like that once." he started. "I helped a woman, a test subject who was so desperate to leave some labs. She had trusted me with her life, letting me guide her through the laboratories. We were so close to freedom before I turned on her. I was horrible, forcing her to go through even more tests to get my own joy. I was a monster and I admit it. And then I got left to die by her companion. I knew I deserved it."
There was no reply as he poured the hot liquid into the cup so he continued. "However, I couldn't shake the feeling that she hadn't wanted me to go. Her companion hated me, absolutely hated me. But she seemed to still trust me after all I had done."
He handed the cup to the girl. "I only wish I knew what happened while I was gone. I hope she got out, man alive, she deserves her freedom. Well, here you go. I'm sorry for the rambling. Have a nice evening!"
