Wheatley usually didn't like turrets, but this little guy was brave.
Not that he was spying or eavesdropping or anything (hewouldneverdoanythinglikethat) but he had heard a strange noise coming from the floor, so he had lifted up one of the panels and found a little turret opera.
Chell had told him how sometimes when no one was watching them, turrets would get together into choirs and sing. But Wheatley could tell that this was different.
Here there was a little turret in front of a group of three, with another turret facing him. The fourth turret was one that Wheatley recognized as the "queen" turret. She sat in an alcove adjacent to the choir, watching the turret in the front.
"They're singing to her." Wheatley mumbled softly. "Even the turrets fall in love."
Soon the performance was over and the queen threw open her shudders in delight. She said something in a language Wheatley couldn't understand, and the lead turret copied her previous movements. He had won her over.
Wheatley took a peek behind him at where Chell was sitting with Orange and Blue.
If only it were that easy.
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Have some old chelley words I found while reading through an abandoned fic. These are probably from 2015.