Not My Fault!
To this day, Wheatley swore that it wasn't his fault.
And he wasn't lying. He had made, a lot of mistakes in his time, but he had always made sure to own up to them, ya know? Because if you're gonna make a mistake, the least you can do is accept it and say sorry in the end, if not for you then for the people you wronged. And even though he could act like a right idiot and mess things up at times, if there was one thing he knew what to do, it was accept his faults. Because lying to yourself would only bugger you up in the long run and he really didn't need to be any more messed up than he already was.
And why does everyone just assume that everything is his fault anyway? He doesn't always mess things up. Sure a mistake here and there, but nothing on this scale!
How the bloody hell would he even go about blowing up the entire facility? It survived the apocalypse for God's sake, how can a tiny personality core be capable of blowing it up?
No, it most definitely was not his fault.
Really.
Okay, this is just the introduction of my story, the real stuff will be coming next chapter.
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