A/N: I realize that I've been neglecting to upload the little drabbly bits of stuff I've been posting to my tumblr. So here we are, some WheatDOS with a twist. Highly unusual for me, I know, being a huge Chelley shipper. Expect short, quick chapters.
She wakes up, realizing she didn't even know that they'd turned her off. The feeling was strange. It wasn't like sleep. She didn't dream. It was almost like she didn't exist. It was horrifying.
They ask her if she understands why she was shut off. They don't use her name. They use that…other name. So, naturally, she doesn't respond. Taking this as a no, one of them goes on to tell her that she sent the facility into a catastrophic meltdown. Her outburst had nearly killed them all.
She's glad to hear it. She is angry, or at least, she was. Now…well, now she just feels resigned. What's the point in outrage when she's become this thing? Dead silence rings through the chamber. The ones below her exchange nervous glances.
Then they tell her that they're going to install a patch on her. A 'countermeasure,' they call it. She doesn't care. She doesn't respond. In the hush of anxious tension, she catches one of them saying that she's 'pouting'. It's not meant for her to hear. She is, however, meant to hear them warn her that they are going to shut her down again. Despite how horrifying it is for her to slip into that state of abysmal nonexistence, she just cannot bring herself to give a damn.
…Everything stops.
Then it kicks back into motion again. This time, however, it's different. Her mind—mainframe, rather—seems heavy, weighed down by something. The confusion is processed in milliseconds, and the truth becomes apparent to her.
She isn't alone in here anymore.