Everything seemed broken. Old and decayed. Overgrown. Paint peeled off of walls, plants struggled their way in and rust covered every metallic surface. Even GLaDOS seemed old and worn out. Her eyes were laden with dark rings and faint creases lined her face. A huge hole was punctured in the ceiling above him, obviously made by his fall and debris scattered the uneven ground.
Wheatley moved his head, looking for Space Core. He sighed in relief as he saw the intact, small body, stirring slightly. Space Core had become like a brother to him, and he didn't realize how much he wanted to protect his annoying, little brother until they were in a life or GLaDOS scenario.
The tall figure strides towards him, his body strewn on the ground, and came to an abrupt halt in front of it.
"Get up." It seemed to be more of a threat than a demand.
Wheatley tried moving his legs, willing them to push him up but they had lost all sensation but pain.
"Get up." GLaDOS barked again.
"I'm trying mate but it's a bit hard!" Wheatley complained defiantly and added, though under his breath, "Dumb bitch"
GLaDOS's emotionally-void eyes scanned over him in disgust, as if he were a pile of dog vomit.
She let out a sigh and turned from him "I thought that might have been a problem." She walked away and shouted "Blue! Orange! Pick them up. But knock him out first."
Wheatley looked up frantically as two androids towered above him. Fittingly, one was donned in orange, the other in blue. The blue one picked up a piece of metal and slammed it over Wheatley's head. As everything started shorting out, he saw and heard Space Core scream as he too was hit.
