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super_astute ([personal profile] super_astute) wrote2012-05-02 06:58 pm

Mission 024: Specimen 524

The hiss of the elevator doors opening left Wheatley re-energized and he grinned back at Chelldon to offer encouragement.  "Go on then, there you go!  I know you're not that quick with those braces but you're doing well!"  Being cheerful and peppy, he'd read, made Test Subjects more compliant and better able to complete tasks.

And oh!  Oh, he really wanted to be the one to get that promotion to assembly duty next month!  The pay was the same -- ha, nothing! -- but he wouldn't have to follow humans around any longer!  He'd get some real world, practical experience!  Chelldon would understand.  Maybe he'd even make him a cake!

"Welcome to Chamber 24--"

"Yes, yes, we know, but thank yaaaooow!  You're kidding me!  A rabbit this time!?  Come on!

[identity profile] stubbornsubject.livejournal.com 2012-05-02 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It was amazing, it wasn't metal, it wasn't shiny or firing at him or robotic. It was a live creature and there was no denying that for a brief moment, Chelldons eyes lit up. Because he had never seen such a creature before, what with never being out of this place, the closest he'd seen was a rat and at first he assumed it was a rat. But no, it was a rabbit... was that mutant rat?

He moved closer but not too close because this was Aperture and he wasn't stupid, as much as he would of loved something nice, he knew it wasn't. It must of been a test. A potentially fatal test.

Shame, it was such a funny little creature, he really did like it.

Crouching down, he watched it carefully from a safe distance. And did so for a painfully long time, neither rabbit nor subject moving. what fun!

[identity profile] stubbornsubject.livejournal.com 2012-05-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Chelldon was done talking, he didn't have too, he already wounded the mans pride and that left him amused. He even kept a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms and waited for the elevator to let him out, he didn't care much about the clothing but he was keeping this shirt and no, Wheatley would never understand why but what could be expected from such an arrogant little machine?

Well, sadly, it seemed like they were in this together for a while. So they were partners until stated otherwise, he wouldn't upset him too much, just enough to keep him happy.

He actually felt kind of sorry for Wheatley.

It must of been sad to live a life without any sort of affection ... he would know. But somehow he was resilient to it by now. He was happy just to be called brain damaged and annoy all the Doctors and cores by constantly existing. The joys of life.