(A.N.- Helloooooooo! Sorry this took so long. School and homework are out to get my fanfic schedule. Anyway, enjoy!)
Chapter 3: Bloody Hell I'm Back Wheatley's P.O.V
The planet earth had been getting bigger for a while, I realized. Little by little, spencer and I had been floating closer and closer to the blue mass called earth, and I hadn't noticed.
"Spencer! Do you know what this means?!" "EEEAAARTH!" He shouts, being right for the third time in a row. This little guy was on a role. "It means we're going home! I'm going bloody home! I'd love to see the look on Her face right now! Well, not literally; that would be terrifying, seeing that big white robot face glaring at me… But who cares! I'm going home!" I throw my hands up to the emptiness of space and the cold light of the sun. I didn't mind. In a little while, true, warm sunlight would flood into my new photoreceptors with the rest of the world.
"Goodbye, space. I'd say it's been nice knowing you, but it hasn't."
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The earth is much closer now. Spencer can't seem to stop blabbering about earth; it's a wonder why he was so obsessed with space in the first place. "Earth! Bah-ba-ba-bah-bah-ba-bap-Earth-Bah-ba-ba-bap-bap Earth." I laugh. "Yes, Spencer, we're going to earth. I think I get the message. Not sure what you'll do once we get there, but I am definitely going to-" What seemed like an invisible rope pulled hard on my torso, careering me backwards. Not moments later, Spencer suddenly comes hurtling into my arms.
"Ah! Spence, what's happening?!" I yell to the core wrapped in my new arms.
The robotic sphere had his shutters closed tight shut. "GRAVITY!" he yells back. I glance over my shoulder and saw that the planet earth was coming to meet us very quickly. In another sense, we were plummeting toward a large rock in space without any protection what-so-ever.
"Uh, you don't think that synthetic skin and an orange jumpsuit serves as proper space apparel?" I ask as I began to feel the heat of the outer atmosphere. I yelp when I notice that my sleeve is on fire.
With all the new sensors in this body, does that mean that this is really going to hurt? I think, panic risingin my circuits. The flames spread throughout my body like an igniter, setting my pain simulators in full swing. Spencer's screams ring through our wireless connection at an unbelievable, inhuman pitch.
"Ooow! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I scream. Everything is aflame, and the intense feeling of falling hardly numbed the burning sensation all over my body. The space outside the flames faded from black to a faint blue. Hold on, Spencer! It's almost over!" I yell, more to myself than the screaming metal ball burning up in my arms.
Core exterior reaching 1300 degrees Kelvin. A voice announced inside my head. I'm just going to put my cards on the table and guess: That's really hot. I should be a melted mess by now. A sore feeling starts taking place in my photoreceptors. The sore feeling transforms into intense pain as my vision blurs.
Crack.
The sound was loud, even over the flames and the cries of pain. I can no longer see, but I know the gasses of the atmosphere still set my hull to flames. Spencer continues to scream, and a second voice is heard with it. It was mine. The fire suddenly ceases, cold, hard wind whipping at my back. I try to adjust my grip on Spencer, but my arms refuse to move. Heat still fills my body, but Spencer has stopped crying out. 'Is he still alive? Was it too much for him? Did he-'
My sensors are overrun with the shock of landing into cold liquid, water, I guess. We must be nose-diving, because the water sprayed and whipped my head in directions unknown and unseen. I try to scream out, but my voice gurgles with the water choking it. The water stops, and something hard and flat takes it's place. The surface beneath me crumbles under the weight and speed. Eventually, it's over. Spencer falls from my grip, and I hear him land noisily somewhere in the darkness. All this, in darkness.
"I can't see!" I cry out, my vocal processors warping tones. "I can't see...I can't see..."
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I see…orange.
I dart my eyes around, feeling the eyelids that covered them. The pain is gone, so I open the skin-like flaps to be greeted by a blue sheet with fluffy white splotches on it. Clouds. Those were clouds. I'd read about clouds and seem pictures of them back at That Place. They were a bit boring to read about, actually. Flinching as I pushed myself up for the first time, I remember how gravity makes you have to keep things from falling. Propped up in a somewhat decent manner, I take in my surroundings. "Oh, bullocks! Everything's bluuuuryyyyy." I whine. "I cannot see a single thing right now! Well, I can see, but how in the bloody universe am I supposed to focus on anything with everything being all fuzzy?"
No one answers. I don't even hear Spencer's optimistic shatter. Spencer! "Spencer! Where are you mate?" "Eeaaarth!" the little bot replies. Relief floods my circuits. "Oh, man alive, I never thought I'd be so glad to hear your voice." I say, looking down at the blurry grey ball I knew was him. I try to look up at the sky again, but- "AAAH! My eyes! What is that?! It's really really bright!" I immediately throw my hands over my photoreceptors. Long but soft blades of strange stuff crinkles under my flailing new feet. "Sun!" Spencer explains to me. "Oh, is that what that is?" I ask, removing my hands from my face. "Well, it's blinding in real life, I'll tell you." I blink several times, but the world doesn't get any clearer. "Copilot's scope is broken." Spencer says rather solemnly, for him.
"Is that my eye you're talking about, Spence? Yeah, I figured…" I sigh, pointing to it. I take another shot at looking around, and as far as I can tell-with no sense of focus- there aren't any instant-repair stations nearby. Just masses of green and yellow stuff. "Look, I know we just fell from space-not fun, I might add- but we can't stay here. We need help." I bring my lower limbs up to my chest and spread my hands upon the upturned dirt ground. "Alright, easy-peasy. You've seen her do it a million times. Just do what she does." I encourage myself. So I push.
"OW!" I holler. "No better way to start walking than landing flat on your face!" Which, I did do. Frustrated, I wipe away the grainy substance that now covered my face. "If at first you don't succeed, try again, I suppose."
And again. And again. And again.
Nearly completely covered with brown smears, I attempt to balance my legs one final time. "Okay, feet secure, check. Now, Wheatley, don't stand up too fast. Remember what happened last time?" I talk myself through the process. Slowly straightening my back one metal vertebrae at a time, I am eventually standing. "Yes! I did it! Another great feat accomplished by little ol' Wheatley. Honestly, Spencer, I don't know how humans do it." "We're back!" the robot sphere chimes. "What was that?" I ask. "We're baaaack!" he repeats, spinning in his hull.
"We're back…" I murmur. The clouds roll slowly across the sky. Wind rustles the green and yellow substance spread all over the ground. "Yeah, we are back." I laugh. Then it hits me. "Bloody hell I'm back! Oh, man alive, this is brilliant! This changes everything! I can finally tell her I'm sorr-"
"Do you need help young man?"
I freeze, ever so slowly turning my head to reveal an elderly woman standing several feet away. "Um…yes." I begin. I try to think of more to say, but she stops me. "Well, come with me. No explanation needed. You look rather tired." The woman beckons me to follow as she turns away. I glance at Spencer. "Um…Would it be alright if you lend us a place to stay for a while?" I look down at myself.
"And some clothes?"