Wheatley quietly shuffled into the room and crawled under the covers.
The moment his head hit the pillow, he shut his optics and drifted to sleep. He was out like a light.
And just as he did, somewhere else in The facility, he re-opened them.
He groggily awoke, yawning. Instantly he was on edge. The air here was colder, he was on the ground, it smelled different. Something was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!
Wheatley confusedly looked at his hands. "Huh?"
He looked up, and mere feet away, was GLaDOS's head. Staring him down with a cold glare.
"This- This is dream-" He breathed. "It's not real. Not real." His voice was hollow, both optics wide.
"Oh believe me moron, you can't make this up." GLaDOS said, her massive form glistening in the cool lights. She leaned down, closer to him, massive arm planted on the tiles beside him. A smile echoed in her features as she lifted her arm and grabbed him.
"How- I'm- I'm with Chell!" Wheatley stammered, squirming in her grasp.
"I installed WiFi. I can wirelessly send any data to any computer in the facility. I simply took your consciousness and uploaded it into a separate machine." Her voice was light and chipper.
Wheatley's optic widened in fear. "No-nononono-" he struggled against her, kicking, pushing, anything! He had to escape!
Not this again. Never again. No. He couldn't.
His processor went into full panic, his thoughts being clouded with intense fear.
"And you haven't heard the best part. All of your parts are replaceable." She grabbed his arm and twisted it.
The fibers in his muscles crackled and then popped, as a spray of blue blood soaked GLaDOS's thumb.
She pulled gently, and the muscles came off the bone in one piece.
"You and I will be spending a lot of time together from now on." She used her index finger to lift his chin.
He blankly stared at his bone, a few wires still sparking. He heard a sound, an awful, awful sound. It was so loud- so annoying- what was it?
It took him a moment to realize it was his own screaming.
"Annoying. Shut your mouth!" She dropped him, before catching him by the feet. She slammed him against the chamber wall. His neck snapped.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you." She laughed.
"If you tell anyone, including Caroline or Chell," she chuckled. "I'll make every second of your existence hell. How does being taken apart by your own nanobots sound?"
Wheatley could barely understand her.
"Answer me, moron!"
She knew he couldn't talk. She knew he was barely conscious. She knew, damn it!
She laughed. "Oh you pitiful fool." She pulled at his left leg. She bent his knee the wrong way, snapping off his lower leg.
More blood.
His mind numbed, as pain encompassed all he was.
"How does it feel, moron? I'm not talking about the excruciating pain you are currently in, I mean how does it feel to be so utterly useless?"
Wheatley's optic dulled.
"You are only weighing Her down. She knows what you are, a useless waste of hardware."
Her words nipped at what was left of his consciousness.
Was she wrong?
"Before I kill you, remember this." she pulled down a monitor.
On it, he saw himself. He watched himself work the only friend he had to near death. He saw her blood, sweat, and tears.
"You did that. Remember who you are, you monster."
And with that, she promptly pulled his head off. His artificial spine came with it.
He stared in shock at his body still in her hand, gushing blood, and then back at her, as his blue optic faded to black.