There was a middle-aged man leaning against the wall as he slept, slightly twitching as he dreamed. His hair was an usual hair with it's electric blue. He was pale and slender, taller than the average man at that rate. His black rimmed glasses were balanced crookedly on the bridge of his nose, slowly slipping down as he snored softly. His expression was relaxed, giving him an air of almost cluelessness. After a while, his eyelids started to flutter as he stirred. His blue eyes flickered as he looked up to the ceiling, blinking against the harsh light of the room.

Upon waking up, the moron instinctively went for the best possible thought that he could perceive. "I'm alive! Bloody alive! Haha! So She didn't kill me after all! Oho, tremundous!" He laughed joyously, until he flinched as he tried to move away from the wall that he was propped up against, wondering why he was having a hard time to roll around like he always did. "What-" His blue eyes almost shrunk as he saw two legs out in from of him, connecting to his hip-Wait no...

Those were his legs.

"AgH!" He moved suddenly, trying to get away from them, but only succeeding in making his whole body buck. He shrieked again when he saw his new arms, and shut his eyes, a small nervous laugh escaping his lips. "O-oh. Just a scare, mate, this is what She wants you to think. Probably manipulating the ol' noggin of mine to make me think I have limbs now-"

"You do." Her voice echoed loudly and rang in his ears, making him wince. "Oh, right, h-hello there. Would you mind letting me on back into my old body? I don't like this dream one bit to be honest."

"You moron, you aren't dreaming."

He wished Her voice didn't have that tone. He wished to anything really, that She was bluffing, that the confident tone of Her voice was WRONG. He was dreaming, wasn't he? He didn't have an android body, he didn't have legs to walk on, he wasn't anything but his core shape! And yet, She told him that he was awake.

"No-No, you-you're lying."

"Oh, come on, moron. Why would I lie about this? More importantly, why would I lie about my punishment I promised you?" The moron paled, and his eyes widened. He knew She wouldn't back up on any punishments She talked about, and in that instant, he believed that he was indeed doomed in this strange body. Because he was in the body.

He flexed his hands, looking down at them with a terrified look. He suddenly had the urge to run when he snapped his head to the side to see the camera staring back at him. He wanted to run away from this body, from being seen from Her. But when he tried to bolt, he fell forward, unable to stand. He covered his face, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down. He was already such a laughingstock, and now he had to look more of a moron by falling on his face like a frightened animal. Well done, mate.

A small chuckle echoed across the room. "Pitiful. You gave up on your first time. Then again, if I was a moron, I wouldn't want to look worse if I couldn't even stand up." Wheatley's eyes flashed as his frightened stare turned into a glare. He had almost accepted the title of being called a moron when he was in Space, but somehow, when She said it, it send spikes of hatred coursing through him.

"I. AM. NOT. A MORON!"

He managed to get on his knees, and brought one knee to his chest before leaning against the wall to help himself rise up. He stared at the camera. "Could a moron do thIS?" He growled, anger present in his eyes as he pushed himself away from the wall, and balancing on his two legs. For only a moment. "Could a-"

A loud laugh rumbled through the walls, hollowing out his heart from all the confidence that drove him to stand up. He fell hard on the cold floor with a thud, and the air was knocked out of his lungs. His glasses were askew, almost falling off his nose if they weren't squished between the bridge of his nose and the ground.

"Yes. A moron could make himself believe he could stand up, and then always fail in the end."

Wheatley shut his eyes as he listened to Her, and curled up in a ball, covering his face. He felt almost as small as he had before this new body, being stared and poked fun at without mercy. He wanted to disappear from sight.

He was almost grateful that Her voice stopped talking, and he kept his face covered as he breathed slowly to calm down, until he heard the door of the chamber open.

He jerked, scrambling to the wall clumsily as he turned around, eyes wide in surprise and fear that She'd send something to kill him in this vulnerable state. The panels shifted around him and his pupils lit up as he yelped. "PLEASE N-NO DON'T KILL ME."

He stopped talking as he saw what had entered the room. Or, more specifically, who.

A relatively tall (not as tall as he was, much to his surprise) and slender android walked towards him, walking briskly ahead with slim legs, almost as if she was impatient. The female had snowy white hair, and sharp features, complete with high cheekbones and her bangs draped over her forehead and barely brushed over her thin eyebrows. Her lips were turned down in a frown, and he was almost certain that if she smiled, she would look absolutely wonderful. But something stopped that thought half way. Her eyes were yellow, almost made mesmerizing by something that flickered in those glowing eyes. Intelligence. Massive intelligence. But that wasn't what stopped him.

It was the inbred hatred that sparked in them as they looked at him. He realized who it was with a start, and almost reddened at the thoughts he had had before.

The android who barely walked in, was Her.