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24 (forward dated slightly)
[In the early morning hours of Sunday, there are some smudged words appearing in the journals, written in blue ink and a sloppy hand. For once, he's heeding the possibility that most of the castle residents are likely still sleeping--and he's trying to be quiet.]
It's November 11.
I've been here for a year today.
[He pauses, considering how far he's come in that past year, contemplating what he does and doesn't want to list out for the whole castle to see. In the end, he settles on a very brief little written list, more for the benefit of his own memory than anything else.]
In November, I got here.
In December, I kissed Maya Fey and Geoffrey Chaucer, and I went to Paris.
January brought Miles.
In February, I gained my voice back again.
March saw some really amazing birthday gifts.
In April, Sunflower found me.
In May, I was a mermaid, a phoenix, and a father.
In June everything started to make a lot more sense.
July took away my closest friend in this place, and also gave me something more.
In August, I tried to lead artists.
In September, I met my daughter.
And in October, I broke my leg, lost my arm, became a pony, and existed in others' nightmares.
Let's see what you've got to throw at me for this next year, castle.
[And then, because it's been far too long coming, he scribbles in a filter.]
[ Maya Fey ]
Maya. I need to tell you something.
It's November 11.
I've been here for a year today.
[He pauses, considering how far he's come in that past year, contemplating what he does and doesn't want to list out for the whole castle to see. In the end, he settles on a very brief little written list, more for the benefit of his own memory than anything else.]
In November, I got here.
In December, I kissed Maya Fey and Geoffrey Chaucer, and I went to Paris.
January brought Miles.
In February, I gained my voice back again.
March saw some really amazing birthday gifts.
In April, Sunflower found me.
In May, I was a mermaid, a phoenix, and a father.
In June everything started to make a lot more sense.
July took away my closest friend in this place, and also gave me something more.
In August, I tried to lead artists.
In September, I met my daughter.
And in October, I broke my leg, lost my arm, became a pony, and existed in others' nightmares.
Let's see what you've got to throw at me for this next year, castle.
[And then, because it's been far too long coming, he scribbles in a filter.]
[ Maya Fey ]
Maya. I need to tell you something.
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[He chuckles.]
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
no subject
[He laughs.]
At least you know now, right?
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Oh! Y-You know what we should do? We should throw a party.
no subject
[He may not have any memory of what happened the last time Wheatley gave him cake, but there are still some red flags going up in that overworked head of his.]
no subject
Nonono... it is! Any excuse to have cake right?
If not, maybe we can go out for drinks again. That's an idea.
no subject
Right.
...how many gay lawyers do you think it'll take, exactly?
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We can go somewhere else.
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[Why he keeps trusting Wheatley is anyone's guess.]
dictated!/Written!
[He laughs. Wheatley picks up a pencil, scribbling the start of what probably is a list. He's numbering down the lines of the journal.]
Do you like surprises?
[At least he's asking...]
dictated
Dictated!/Written.
[He doesn't seem to get it.]
Fine. Very well!
A surprise it is!
[He scribbles out the numbers. Wheatley is sane.]
In-in the meantime, would you like to do something?
Dictated
D i c t a t e d ; ;
Definitely good...I think I have an extra can or two in my fridge.
[No poisoning this time. Just good old bonding.]
dictated
dictated!
You can just come on over when you feel like it. I'll be waiting!
[He's already getting up, going to go look for those cans he was speaking about.]
action~!
Action!
[Wheatley hopped over to the door, opening it with one hand. In his other, he was holding a jar of salsa-
It seemed he was in the middle of preparing snacks. Don't worry! All these snacks have good intentions!]
H-hey mate!
no subject
[He eyes the salsa and grins, holding up the beers he's brought.]
Is this a boys only party?
[Meaning "is GLaDOS invited?"]
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Sciency things probably... if I- if I had to guess.
[Wheatley gave a slight chuckle at the beers, standing aside to let him by.]
She isn't very much into things like this, but maybe you could convince her to stay.