1/014: The moron is just too clever for his own good. [Dated 3 days after the truce.]

[wheatdos]

[Here GLaDOS. Have another letter from "Larry." While it doesn't exactly say it was from Larry, the handwriting is the same, and the scribbles are still there. It was slipped under your door, just waiting to be read in a little grey envelope.

As for that lovable moron, you haven't heard of him since the end of the truce. It was almost as if he was avoiding you. There was one time where you caught a glimpse of him in a hallway, but he quickly walked off in the other direction upon spotting you there.]

Enjoyed myself last time we met up. I've come to a conklconclusion.
I have to see you. Meet me outside in the back, love.

[Something a little weird about that?]

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[sawadeertoday]

[ And so she whirls around to face him. ]

That letter you left me. Don't pretend you're more of a moron than you already are. [ She wants to know what this is all about. ]

[wheatdos]

I...-I'm NOT a MORON.

[He shakes his head and shrugs.]

I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about. No idea. You're delusional. I didn't leave you a letter, love.

[sawadeertoday]

Are you sure, "love"? [ she would reply darkly, taking the letter out of her pocket and holding it out. ] You're the only person I know who ever calls anyone that.

[wheatdos]

[He takes the paper... and looks at it thoughtfully.]

Well...this is depressing. You know, this--this obviously means... I am... obviously being framed. Shameful thing. Wonder why anyone would want to do that. A very malicious deed. I'm almost insulted. Well, actually I am.

[sawadeertoday]

[ She would snort. ] You practically confirmed that this is your writing ... earlier, anyway.

[ Not going to say during the last week, nope. ]

You admitted to helping Larry with his letter. It would make sense, considering the letter itself was extremely stupid.

So, this second one is written exactly the same.

[wheatdos]

[He pockets the note.]

He wants to see you. Nothing wrong with that.. and-and nothing to do with me. Besides writing it. I did that. The bloke may have a writing disability... maybe. It's possible, loads of humans have it. Nothing to be ashamed of.

[sawadeertoday]

[ Oh she sees what you did there. Evidence-snatcher.

But she decides to let go of that specific point. ]

Then why were you waiting around here? Obviously, you wanted me to come here. And you didn't want to be seen.

[wheatdos]

[He's backing away from her.]

I...I never said that. Y-you're putting words in my mouth. Words I never said. So it's just lying. You-you are lying... about me, to me.

[sawadeertoday]

You made it clear enough. [ His expression makes her tone a tad less intimidating than usual. Regardless of being able to slip into the habit easily, it became a slight effort to be biting enough to terrify him. Hopefully, this would pass soon. ]

Well then. What were you doing here?

[wheatdos]

Nothing. You knowwww... taking in the scenery. B-Birdwatching. didn't know I had to regularly be checked about... about what I was doing.

[He is still backing away... it's becoming a noticeable distance.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS twitched a little at the mention of birds, her frown becoming deeper. That was low. She would stride forward in an attempt to close the gap. Run while you still can, Wheatley! ]

Yes, birdwatching with a suitcase. Definitely.

[wheatdos]

For my binoculars...

[He looks at the size of the suitcase.]

I happen to have terrible eyesight... wh-shouldn't you be looking for that bloke? He... I'm sure you have him waiting somewhere... and-and he'll think you abandoned him. That wouldn't be very...uh...

[He's sounding a little desperate.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS rolled her eyes, very aware that he was likely lying by his tone of voice.

But lucky you, she's going to let you go. Or is she? ]

Yes, I suppose that would be rather terrible of me to do. Have fun watching little killers fly in the sky. [ she says dismissively, suddenly walking off slowly.

She's not going to go far, though. She's waiting for Wheatley to leave so she can follow and investigate just what was going on here.. ]

[wheatdos]

[He walks off, and manages to relax as he walks off, unbuttoning top buttons of his lab coat to reveal his tie. She isn't supposed to know about that. No matter what. Which is a lost cause now but he doesn't know that.

He clears his throat and sets the suitcase down, unlatching it. He's just in the lobby.]

Okayyy okayyy... uhhh, this can't be that hard to figure it out. Could've used some instructions. Instructions are good. Always useful.

[He pulls out something suspicous, and pockets it, before he closes the suitcase and starts to head out again.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS would carefully follow him, making sure to keep far away and hiding behind as many things as she possibly could until he suddenly headed inside. She would wait a tiny while until the door closed again before slowly opening it, ducking inside and hiding behind the nearest couch.

She finds it kind of funny how he's hiding the hideous orange tie from her, even if it was meant to be a symbolism of a friendship past. The mere thought of it made her stomach churn. What, so he would hide it when she had decided to honorably (that's a first) wear her own side of the promise?

GLaDOS shakes herself out of it, noticing how he pocketed something from the suitcase... and when he heads out, she waits again until he's about to turn a corner and heads after him. ]

[wheatdos]

[He is whistling now. Not a care in the world. He seems to not be suspicious at all... until he turns the corner and heads to GLaDOS's room.

He'd linger for a little bit, look around suspiciously and reopen the suitcase on the floor. The first thing he took out was a notepad and a pen, scribbling something on a piece of paper. He folded it, and slid it into her door. He then removed that thing from his pocket and fiddled around with it... before he stuck it on her door.

BB really. You are too precious. Too bad he's running out of all your precious gadgets before you left.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS realizes about halfway that this is the way to go to her room. She doesn't make a solid conclusion, however, until he seems to walk straight to her door. She watched from the corner of the hall, peeking curiously. What was that moron up to? At least one of her suspicions was definitely cleared. He had just written another note. She could compare the handwriting when she went in--

What was that device? GLaDOS watched Wheatley attach it, wanting, itching to get a closer look. It probably wasn't lethal, or maybe was faulty, considering the moron likely couldn't build anything if his life depended on it.

She would hide again behind the wall, supposing that his business was done here; but then again, even if she did call him out, it would be a good thing. Wouldn't it be the logical thing to do?

Yet she waits regardless, sighing quietly and hoping he would go the opposite way. ]

[wheatdos]

[His business was done there. He'd walk off to the other side of the hallway... only to hide behind that wall to wait for her.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ GLaDOS would wait for a while longer, fiddling a bit with the sleeves of her blue shirt before purposefully striding towards the door, intending to check out the device. ]

[wheatdos]

[He hadn't been paying that close of attention. It wasn't till he watched her approaching that he realized the blue shirt that she was wearing.

She looked really nice in blue.

He fiddled around with his tie...

He was feeling guilty.

But he sat there and watched intently anyway.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She wondered if the moron was watching her. Hoping his stupid gimmick would work. GLaDOS would take a closer look as she put her hand on her doorknob, wondering how it actually looked advanced when--

BOOM!

GLaDOS yelped in surprise as she was blown back by the door suddenly exploding, the force of the explosion sending her flying backwards until she hit the wall, crumpling down to the ground.

All she could do was stare blankly ahead for a few seconds, her body registering the pain a tad late due to the shock. Thankfully, she felt like standing wouldn't be impossible, so she forced herself up, cringing.

Who had made that? She wouldn't believe that it was the very same moron who didn't even know how to handle a simple protocol in her chassis. No, it had to be someone else.

She was thankfully not fatally or deeply injured at all, but her back ached like crazy from that collision. ]

Ugh. Now I need to fix my door. [ she muttered to herself, doing all she could not to make a pained noise. No, he wouldn't know just how much that had hurt. ]

[1/2]

[wheatdos]

HA... HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! IN YOUR FACE LOVE. IN. YOUR. STUPID. FACE. YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER TRUSTED ME. H-HOW DOES IT FEEL-- oh wait, you're still alive.

[2/2]

[wheatdos]

[He just stands there awkwardly. And then he holds his head and has a tantrum.]

ARE YOU JOKING??! DOES THIS EVER BLOODY WORK??? AGHHH! This isn't fair!!! ARE YOU-- DID YOU FOLLOW ME????

[sawadeertoday]

[ She would narrow her eyes; clearly, the bomb was supposed to have killed her. She feels the strangest sensation. Anger, but raw. Unadulterated. As though he had truly wronged her, but not in the obvious sense of the word.

Regardless, that burning fury was most definitely fuelling her ability to walk up to him without falling, although she did stumble once. As soon as she would get close enough, she would grab at that dumb orange tie, wanting to give him a verbal and physical lashing he would never forget.

It was so much more powerful than the usual anger. She felt it pumping adrenaline through her veins; her logic would have told her not to approach when he could lash out, but she couldn't care less. ]

You STUPID MORON!

[wheatdos]

[He wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do. He took a few steps back, but his confusion kept him static. Oh god don't grab the tie. Pleasedontpleasedontdontdont--

She grabbed the tie.

He hurked, and was pulled forward, half bending to reach the height of however low she had tugged it. Still in a confusion, he tried to smooth talk his way out of this one, in a panicked jumble.]

W-wait a minute! I-