paradisa | 1/018: Dancing isn't science!

[Wheatley sort of lingers on the main staircase of the castle, sitting down on the bottom step and turning the small invitation over and over again in his fingers. He's reading the words, repeatedly, trying to recognize anything about it. Was it a prank? Some joke? Perhaps someone trying to be nice and simply not being informed of his current predicament. Either way, he was feeling just the slightest bit jilted, taking it quite personally.

Flipping open his journal, he hesitates... tapping it with his free hand a few times as he decided what should be said.]

Um, quick question! Little question... nothing too big. Who sent these little things out? These... uh, little invitations. Well... that's uh... that's a sort of mean joke, if-if it is a joke. You know... Why would you- I mean whats the use on sending someone a masquerade invitation...

[A rather depressed sigh comes out of him. It's heavy, and much sadder than the usual upbeat guy that everyone always knew.]

...If they-- if they have no one to dance with...?

[He loved dancing. He really did. He loved it more than most things being himan had to offer. Someone sending this was a real kick in the face.]

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If you ignore the invitation, I have a feeling the castle won't be offended.

Ah, no. Nononono. Dancing is what I do mate.
It's my-- it's my thing. Sort of like how you do the thing with the music.

Is that so?

Of course! Definitely!

D-don't you like to dance?

Just as much as I like to have fevers.

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No... no..... um, no. You're joking.

That is one way to put it.

But it's one of the-the few good things about being a human you know! It's uh... it's invigorating! And freeing, and it's...

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... It's practically the reason why we have limbs, you know.

Oh? Is that to say that if I do not flail my limbs about then I am missing out on the grand purpose of life? Oh, how I am enlightened...

Th-that's a start.

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You're going to the ball.

...Where did you hear that nonsense?

Come on, now mate! I can promise you that you'll love it!
It'll be great, there'll be fooooooood... and-and oh! And music. You love music. Ob-obviously... and there's going to be all sorts of things.

I'm sure you only didn't like dancing because you probably had a terrible dance partner. Understandable. B-but I can assure you... by the time I'm done with you you'd be a dancing master.

Really. Not kidding. No joke, mate.

Did you not attempt something of the sort with regard to Wright's fear of heights? By the time you were "done" with him, he was in tears...

What...

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I- no...

Th-okay, first of all, that's not how it happened. Is that what he told you?

Oh, trust me. I euphemized it.

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What did he say, by any chance?

Where do I start?

...Th-The beginning is a start.

Well, he did mention something along the lines of you reveling in the thought of human pain and forced him to ride a ferris wheel with you for the sole sake of tormenting him.

WH-WHAT?

[Wait...]

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TH-That's ridiculous!
I did nothing of the sort!
I was helping him and there was a bit- a bit of a misunderstanding izzal.

Is that so? [Not very convinced...]

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[A groan.]

You don't believe me, mate?
I'm not some evil... terrible evil AI mate, I swear!
I was...uh, helping.
I had a feeling he didn't like me all that much though.

[Surely he didn't say, "AI". Nope.]

Oh? Would you mind telling me your side of the story, then?

Oh, so what... you-you're interrogating me now?
A very lawyerly thing to do.

I do happen to be one of those...

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