Wheatley felt surprisingly happy, for once. For once in his life, he wasn't being useless, he wasn't being told he was useless, and he wasn't running his metaphorical mouth and (slightly more literal) his vocal processor into trouble. Or, as we know it, more than six feet under.

At least, until he felt himself falling.

With a quick jolt, he'd managed to fall off the bed he was sleeping on, landing face down on the floor and pushing himself up with his hands.

Now, hang on a moment. It's already been established that he didn't have hands as a spherical robot. None of the cores had hands or hand-like attachments. None that he knew, anyways. Who knows, there might be one or two that have that sort of thing, as well as the knowledge of how to use the limb programmed into them.

In shock, he let his body drop down onto the floor again, before rolling over and raising his hands so he could get a better look at them.

Thankfully, his vision wasn't blurry in the slightest.

His hands looked white, with small fingers. Each one of them had a couple of joints, which seamlessly integrated with the panelling on them.

In the middle of his palm, there was a light. He didn't really know what it was for, but it looked like some sort of aesthetic addition, rather than having anything to do with actually doing something.

The light looked like the shade of his old optic, and he briefly wondered how he'd even managed to be transferred to this body, not even coming to a conclusion before his thoughts started getting tangled with each other.

Wheatley just sighed, using one of his hands to rub at his eyes, letting the other fall to his chest, before realizing that he now had two eyes, but apparently he'd been keeping one of them closed. What the hell was the use of keeping one of them closed? He'd prefer being able to see without one side of his vision being blocked off, thank you very much.

It took him a few minutes to open that eye and adjust to the lighting, briefly shielding said optic with a hand.

Apparently the aesthetic lights could turn off, too. He'd noted that he'd figured that out surprisingly quickly, before dismissing the thought with a shrug.

Maybe he had better processing power in this body. It wouldn't surprise him too much, considering the amount of things Aperture could do. Portal guns, that white gel that spread portal surfaces, that blue bouncy gel that caused… uh, the lady to jump a good few meters in the air...

There was also that orange stuff. He forgot what that did at some point. It could always come back to him later. Instead, Wheatley focused his efforts on thinking about what to do with his new body.

He could try and sit up and see if he couldn't find a way out of here.

A way out of here would be brilliant. Wheatley pushed himself up into a sitting position, noticing that he now had legs.

With legs, there came running and walking, and no management rail to tell him where to go! He could finally explore the places where Cores couldn't go without some smelly human to take them!

An elated grin came upon the android's face as he came to the conclusion that he could theoretically go wherever he wanted!

It took him a moment to find that he was completely alone in the area. So, chances were that he wouldn't be receiving any help in learning how to walk. He figured that he might as well start trying to learn now, and pushed himself up into a crouched position.

Wheatley proceeded to stand up, using the bed as some form of help. He was halfway to walking! By technicality.

Taking a shaky step forward, he felt a bubble of laughter in his chest that he couldn't keep down.

Nearly there… just another step.

That's the part where he falls on his face, right? No?

Well, surprisingly, he hasn't! However, on his third step, he manages to achieve just that.

Now, falling on your face is definitely a painful endeavour. It usually results in mild grazing or a bruised nose. The grazing usually happens when you're on concrete, which has a very weird texture.

Thankfully, however, Wheatley was not on concrete at the time this happened. He was on a tiled floor, with a blanket tangled around his legs, which might have been what caused him to trip in the first place.

Nevertheless, Wheatley gets up again, this time kicking the blanket off and giving a huff.

The most recent failure honestly made him just want to go back to sleep in that bed, but he really doubted he'd be able to get back to sleep, considering how he's just woken up, and how he's currently trying to learn how to walk. Additionally, the blanket is partially off the bed, and without the knowledge of how to walk, it's definitely going to be a tough time getting it back onto the bed, where it would usually be if he hadn't fallen off the bed.

Hell, he probably would have been able to sleep for a bit longer if he hadn't fallen off the bed, but here he is. At least he's trying to learn how to walk, even if it's just so that he can re-make the bed and go back to sleep.

He began to walk around the room at a slow pace. Though, arguably speaking, it's more like a baby penguin shuffling about. Do baby penguins shuffle about, or do they waddle? That's a question for another day.

He made it back to the bed, and he attempted to drag the blanket back over it, before he just gave up and crawled onto the mattress. Wheatley proceeded to lay down, resting his head on the pillow and dragging the blanket over himself.

Unsurprisingly, the blanket is no longer on the floor, and is instead mostly on the bed, aside from a bit that's draping off. He could probably straighten it out a bit later, right now, he'd rather get a nap in before something inevitably goes wrong.

At least, until he hears a voice from an intercom inside the room.

"Wake up, moron."

AUTHOR: Wow. Okay, so I managed to write at least a thousand words, which is a lot more than I generally write. Maybe one day I'll reach 10k+ words in a chapter.

Anyways, two updates in a day? Well, yes, I figured that it would make for the lack of content updates, because I was busy updating my ukagaka at the time and improving my artwork to the point where I'd willingly sell it for money.

It's been noted that I write like Lemony Snicket. I don't know how that style came up in my writing, but stating the obvious in hilarious ways is definitely an okay thing. Also, I can't do the double slash, which is the formatting for a comment in the C programming language, because, for some stupid reason, FFNET doesn't allow that. I don't know why they don't allow that. Maybe it's to stop people putting links. Seriously, though, I would like to use double slashes for comments instead of this line break with a line and a note saying AUTHOR: ..., because, boy howdy, that would be fuckin' lovely.

Anyways, Stabbsworth, out!

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