Multiple Personality Disorder

WARNING: Spoilers for Portal 2

Doctor George Huang knew for a fact that working brutal crimes like the ones at the Special Victim's Unit would often mentally break a person. Make them go insane. He had seen it happen to so many co-workers. However, he had never imagined it would happen to him.

Until now.

His mind was screaming at him, telling him that he had to be making this entire situation up. How else could one describe it? He was giving a therapy session to a metal ball with a British accent. Wheatley, it called itself.

"She was nice, you know. Really nice. And really clever, for a human with serious brain damage," the robot sighed, "And I killed our friendship."

"Who?" George asked his robotic patient, "What's her name?"

"Chell...I think. She never told me it. It might have been jump, actually. When I asked her for her name, she jumped. Such a great jumper, she was. Maybe not graceful, but she could jump. Boy, could she jump."

It was needless to say that George was more confused then ever at the little robot's ramblings. But, he didn't let that show. He wouldn't let his confusion over this situation ruin this session. This imaginary session.

"You said you ruined your friendship?" George asked, "How did you ruin it?"

"I tried to kill her," Wheatley said, a bit of a guilty tone in his voice, "Yeah. I mean, it's not like it's a big mystery how our friendship ended. Attempted murder tends to do it. But in my defense, I told her that I could die, and you know what?"

George sighed. He was seriously thinking about leaving the room to go check himself in a psych ward.

"What?" George asked, slightly reluctantly.

"Sh didn't catch me! Even though I clearly said I could die, she didn't catch me. I'm aloud to be a bit angry over that, right? Doesn't it justify trying to kill someone with a giant mashy spike plate? Even a little bit?"

"No," George replied. It was unprofessional of him, as he was supposed to remain impartial. And even though he really didn't understand what this robot was talking about, to George, nothing justifies murder.

"She's probably dead now, too," Wheatley sighed. His one little robotic eye seemed to have a sad glint to it.

"Did you kill her?" George asked.

"No," Wheatley replied, "I tried, but she just ended up sending me to space. I drifted around there for a while, with a robot who was obsessed with space. But now I'm here, thank god. I don't think I could have taken any more drifting."

"Why is that girl probably dead?" George repeated, a little more forcefully.

"Oh, right. See, the robot with her, GLaDOS, also wanted her dead. See, she had murdered GLaDOS in the past. And I turned her into a potato, so I'm assuming she's probably going to vent he rage against her for that one, since I was sent to space."

"You turned who into a potato?" George asked. Maybe he wasn't crazy. Maybe he was high.

"GLaDOS," Wheatley replied, "I just said that, mate. Weren't you listening?"

"Yes, but-"

It was then that George's cell phone started to ring, and he felt a sense if relief.

"Excuse me," he told Wheatley, and picked up the phone, "Huang."

"Huang, it's Stabler. We need you ASAP."

"Say no more," and with that, he hung up the phone.

"You have to go, then?" Wheatley asked. George nodded.

"I'll be back soon,"

"Oh. Alright, then. I'll wait."

And with that, George was out the door. He couldn't have gotten out if their quicker.

For no other reason then I've been really obsessed with Portal, and I absolutely love the personality cores. And Wheatley. Gotta love that crazy little bot. Thank you for putting up with this nonsense.

Kimblee