"Rise and Shine, defect!"
The metallic thump of an android slamming their hand on the wall outside Wheatley's cell startled him awake.
Wheatley jumped, flailing uselessly. He hit his head on the wall and sat there panting heavily. His vision shook and his audial receptors rang. He dizzily brought his hand to his head. He could feel his artificial heart beating. He put his hand over it and angrily barked. "Oi! You scared me half to death you loon!"
He groaned, still panting. He could still feeling the panic coursing through him. He kept his hand over his heart as he squinted at the front of the cell.
...that was odd. His vision was all blurry. He could see the vague sillouette of a android.
"Get up."
It was Virgil, he could tell from his voice.
"I can't see, mate, what's wrong with my optic? I can't see!"
"I don't care. Put this on. NOW."
Wheatley felt fabric hit him. He clasped it and brought it close to his face. The orange blur seemed to clear up as he brought it clsoer.
"A testing uniform?" He asked.
Wheatley tensed up. "Oh no. Oh nononono, you've got the wrong guy, mate! I can't test!"
"Shut up, moron." Virgil snarled.
"Please, I can't see! " Wheatley begged. "I'll die in bleeding seconds! Do you hear me?!"
"Shut the fuck up, cunt!" Virgil slammed his hand on the wall outside, causing Wheatley to cower.
"Tch.." Virgil made a sound of disgust.
Wheatley remembered that Virgil couldn't help him. He wasn't supposed to. He was an amazing actor. The fellow could probably make a lot of money that way, that is if androids earned money. Wheatley blindly fumbled with the cloth, and managed to put on the jumpsuit, and stood.
He slowly made his way to the door, hand out in front of him. He walked into the wall, and began feeling his way around.
"What the fuck are you doing, moron?"
"I told you, already. I can't see!"
Virgil sighed. "Bring him to me."
Wheatley heard the bars shut off as he felt large hands jerk him away from the cell. He was held tightly in front of Virgil.
"Now I can see you!" Wheatley chirped.
Virgil nodded at the android who was holding him. The grasp on his body tightened and he heard a crack. Wheatley screamed in agony.
"Subjects will not speak to their superiors unless spoken to! Do you understand?!" The android screamed.
Wheatley nodded, tears streaming from his optic.
The android squeezed him again, and another painful crack resounded. Wheatley screamed.
"I said do you understand, bitch!?"
Wheatley sobbed. "Yes! Yes!"
"Now..." Virgil took wheatley's head into his hands, pulling him down so he could see the back.
Wheatley felt Virgil open up the back of his head. He felt Virgil's fingers poking around inside of him. Wheatley struggled.
"Get out of my head!" He thrashed.
Another squeeze, another crack.
"At this rate you won't have anymore vertebrae to break." Virgil said, emotionless.
Wheatley's head fell, as he went limp. Virgil's fingers returned into his head. "Damn it. Of course you'd break the one thing the nanobots can't fix." Virgil said, annoyance dancing on his face.
Virgil closed Wheatley's head. "He's damaged his ocular processor." Virgil said to the burly android that held Wheatley.
"How would he have done that?" The android asked.
"Looks like when he hit that wall he damaged it. Ugh. I don't feel like fixing it, Bruno. Get him a vision enhancer."
"You know you can just call them glasses?" Bruno said.
"If it's one lense how is it 'glasses'?" Virgil asked.
"You're right. Never thought of it that way."
Wheatley's head hurt. His back hurt. Pain. God he hated it all. How could they be chatting nonchalantly when here he was, suffering?
Wheatley felt artificial saliva drip from his mouth. He was going to faint.
"Hey, get up you!" Bruno shook Wheatley.
Wheatley gave a weak cough and lifted his head.
Virgil turned and walked down the hallway, lifting his hand to invite Bruno to follow.
Bruno lifted Wheatley up and held him bridal style, padding off to follow Virgil.
Wheatley felt like the world was too bright, the grey ceiling seeming like a bright blurry canopy. He moaned, closing his optic. "...hurts..." he groaned.
The other two androids didn't reply. He reopened his optic, finding that keeping it closed made him motion sick. Wheatley stared blankly at the ceiling, watching the blurred forms of the lights pass by.
"Did I do too much?" Bruno asked Virgil. "He doesn't look so good." Bruno put the back of his hand to Wheatley's forehead almost paternally.
"That means you did your job." Virgil said, not turning around. He looked regal.
"Where are we going?" Wheatley slurred.
Bruno sighed and bent his arm the wrong way. "Subjects will not speak unless spoken to!" Definitely not paternal.
Wheatley clenched his teeth and cried silently. He decided that silence was probably his best choice. He didn't want to end the day with anything else broken. He decided to say one last thing though.
"Brutes..." he muttered.
Bruno didn't hear, but Virgil did. He gave Wheatley an apologetic look. Wheatley shook his head, resting his head on Bruno's arm.
"Ah! Here we are." Virgil opened a door, leading into a white room. Different parts littered desks, guns were hanging from the walls, all kinds of detritus were everywhere.
Wheatley was laid out on a table. It was just like the room he had awoken in. Virgil strapped his arms and legs down.
"Don't move."
Virgil grabbed a pair of goggles and slipped them on. He lifted the single lensed pair of glasses over Wheatley's optic.
"Can you see?"
Wheatley shook his head. Virgil tried another. "Now?"
"Yes." Wheatley said.
"Excellent." Virgil said, putting a strap over Wheatley's forhead. He tightened it.
"Again, don't move." Virgil lifted a blowtorch to Wheatley's face.
He welded the end of the glasses to the side of Wheatley's head. Wheatley screamed but didn't move. They'd punish him if he moved. It all hurt too much.
"Annnd, done. " Virgil brushed away the burnt powdery ash around the glasses.
A glowing liquid in a needle caught his eye. It was on a table just beside the one he was on. He tensed up as Virgil moved to get it. "Stay still..." Virgil slipped the needle into the muscles on Wheatley's neck. He held back a whimper.
"That'll fix you up."
They unstrapped him, and put on some handcuffs.
"Come on, maggot." Bruno said, pushing him up. Virgil walked ahead.
Wheatley stood and began following Virgil. Bruno walked behind him.
Wheatley was thankful for the glasses, but was too terrified out of his wits to attempt thanking Virgil. Wheatley was led down the hallways, feeling like a prisoner... Well now that he thought about it, he was a prisoner.
They stopped in front of a elevator. Wheatley cocked his head to the side. He felt the cuffs unlock. Bruno pushed him into the elevator. Alone.
The cuffs fell off, and Wheatley stretched his hands, sighing. He didn't like cuffs. He quizzically looked at the other two androids.
Wheatley watched as Virgil simply gave a solemn nod, as the elevator lifted away. Testing had begun.