Author's Note: Sorry for the gigantic gap in posts: I've been distracted and I had writer's block. Just be GLaD that this is updating faster than some of my other fics [insert depressed sigh here].

It was getting closer to him. Too close for comfort. And he could tell that it wasn't just paranoia now; the snarling sphere was noticeably closer than it was at the beginning of this. For some reason, the simulated gravitational pull that was ridiculously small but somehow always managed to keep the cores in orbit around Wheatley was drawing the Anger Core slowly closer to the Intelligence Dampening Sphere.

Wheatley wondered what it would do to him when it finally made contact. When he first noticed that it was coming closer, he had imagined that it would somehow tear him apart. After some thinking, he realized that it would probably just bump into him. After all, it was just another sphere. The only difference being that this sphere was pure evil.

Attempts to converse with it lasted less than his attempts to chat with the Cake Core. Soon after its arrival, Wheatley knew that he wanted to be as far away from this thing as possibly could. Other than being terrifying, the anger it exuded seemed to somehow be contagious. For a while he had been mad at GLaDOS, mad with himself, and even mad at Chell again. He had gotten over that a while ago now, and the emotion he was now feeling was an odd one situated between depression and complete terror.

It would make contact any moment now. The two spheres were mere inches away. What if it didn't just bump into him? What if its madness was literally contagious and turned Wheatley into a rabid, red-eyed psychopath? What if – dear God – what it actually didn't bump him away after it touched him, and he had to be constantly touching it? Wheatley was going to discover what would happen any second now, the core was a centimeter away, its blood red optic staring into his nervous blue one with palpable rage-

BOOM! The core detonated in a virtual explosion that didn't hurt Wheatley, but certainly frightened him.

"I'm impressed. I honestly didn't think it was possible for you to show more fear in something you must know is a simulation than the time where I was about to crush you, but I guess that you're idiocy can surprise even me. Congratulations," GLaDOS said as she activated her slow clap processor. "Can you believe it's been twenty years since that day? I was just reminiscing about it with Chell. For some reason she refers to it as 'Explosion Day'."

"Y-you're lying," Wheatley stated, stuttering slightly from the shock of the virtual explosion and the staement GLaDOS had made. "Why would Chell ever go back to you? Besides, she can't speak. She has brain damage."

"I'm not lying. Chell first returned to the Enrichment Center 4 years, 5 months, 19 days, 13 hours, 27 minutes and 8 seconds ago, after going to speech therapy. She was under the impression that we had formed a sort of friendship after you tried to murder us. And I'll admit; I have grown rather fond of her. I would even call her my only real friend. I would thank you for that, if you weren't an unforgivable monster."

"But- but- how could she forgive you? After everything you've done?"

"Chell's a very forgiving person, and it helps that she doesn't know that I'm still testing. She might even forgive you, if she knew you were sorry. You monster. In fact, we were just talking about you before she left for the day. She asked if I knew anything about you, and I told her that to the best of my knowledge, you were still in space. Which you are," GLaDOS stated matter-of-factly.

"Don't call me a monster. You tried to kill her more than I did, and I was her friend first."

"That just makes your betrayal even more despicable. Anyway, do you know that she has a son now? It's true. She said that she named him after the one who helped her the most in her escape from Aperture."

Wait, Wheatley thought in a moment of excitement, could it be that she really did forgive me, and appreciated me enough to-

"Unbelievable. You actually entertained the notion that she named the child after you, didn't you? If you really believe that attempted murder falls under the category of 'helpful', you are both a greater moron and a greater monster than even I had imagined. Also, what caring parent would ever name their child 'Intelligence Dampening Sphere'?"

"Don't call me a moron, and don't call me a monster! And my name is Wheatley!" Wheatley yelled.

"She named the child 'Doug', after a dangerous schizophrenic who had a habit of vandalizing the walls of Aperture," GLaDOS stated, ignoring Wheatley's outburst. "I just thought it was sad that the only male role models Chell had to name her son after were all dangerous lunatics. Speaking of dangerous lunatics, how have you been holding up, moron?"

"I'm not a moron."

"I'm sorry. Would you prefer 'monster'?" GLaDOS asked.

"I'm not a monster!" Wheatley yelled. He was beginning to hate that title as much as "moron".

"Oh, yes you are. But don't take my word for it, I'm sure your next friend will tell you why and how you are a monster, and you're going to have to believe her. After all, ethics are her area of expertise. So enjoy the reality check you'll receive for the next five years. You monster."

With that, GLaDOS cut off communication from Wheatley and sent him his next companion.

Author's Note: So, that's it for Anger, and as you may have guessed or remembered, Morality is up next. One of the problems I had with this chapter was similar to the "Cake" chapter in that there wasn't that much dialogue to go on. So, I decided to have GLaDOS show up and try to get under his skin by using Chell. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review; thanks to all those who have left and will continue to leave reviews. To those who don't like to leave reviews: I'm not asking that much. Just your thoughts. You don't even have to have an account, since I allow anonymous reviews. It's the least you could do after I wrote this for you, for free. You monsters.