He gave a small whine of pain as he stood up.
Wheatley didn't know what he'd done in order to end up being punched by the user, he'd just been mentioning something about his day, which the user didn't seem to mind previously.
A small shiver crept up his spine. This was going to be a long day.
-o0O0o-
At some point, he'd given up entirely on not getting punched, so he opted to remain as silent as possible.
Maybe if they got bored, they'd leave him alone and go punch somebody else in the list that he'd seen. There were a lot of people that could be summoned here, he figured.
The little hologram-producing things in his optics had stopped working, revealing the whites of his optics to actually be black under that.
He'd been punched a fair bit, hadn't he?
Wheatley fiddled with the sleeves of his jumpsuit, still keeping silent.
When the user tried to bring the menu up, he'd mumbled that the menu wasn't working.
Another punch to the face was delivered.
He was getting tired of this.
-o0O0o-
"Could you… not punch me, for-- for once?"
Even commenting on it ended up with him getting punched in the face. Wheatley just groaned, staying sat down.
Everything hurt, and he'd been awake for 24 hours. So, sleep deprivation. That was fun.
He didn't even get paid for this. No food or anything. Static lined the edges of his vision, and the only question he had was 'Why?'.
The android shifted to lay on his side, facing away from the user. Another shiver crawled down his spine.
In the name of JavaScript, what he wouldn't do to go back home...