67: We have a problem. [Forward dated to after the Wonderland gig.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Still in a drowsy state, He hung lazily off of his bed, face pasted in a pool of his own drool as he snored the hours away. That's just how things work. You sleep. You wake up. Though sleeping without a companion was not a thing Wheatley did often. And he certainly didn't remember not doing so earlier.

Rolling off the bed, in a clumsy flail of limbs, the first thing he realized was his hands.
His very muscular hands.
Then it was his biceps.

Holding his hands out in front of him, stupefied, he squinted, calling out to the woman who he thought was in the room with him.]

Uhhhh... love?

[Looking around, it had been only then he realized he was somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't his house. He's been kidnapped!

No wait.

Slowly, his eyes trail down to the puddle of drool on the floor. Leaning forward slowly, he was surprised to see his face wasn't the one he woke up with.]

Ahhh???

[Shattering sounds!]

AGHGHHHAHHAHHAHAHHHHHHH????

[Crash.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??!!!

[Screaming at the top of his lungs, someone was bound to hear him in his room.]

Comments

[jimfromit]

Has somebody got out the wrong side of the bed this morning?

[cheerupemoborg]

Wh-what??

[A terrible crack. He can't even handle this voice.
Cover your ears, it's not a pretty sound.]

[jimfromit]

[Ok ow!]

That's ok Hank...I didn't really like my eardrums that much!

[cheerupemoborg]

Oh um... s-sorry.
Sorry. Right. Um.

...

You're talking... to me, right?

[jimfromit]

[Suspicious Jim is suspicious]

Do I know any other tall humanoid cyborgs with superpowers that go by that name?

[cheerupemoborg]

You never know.

[Right. He was hank? No, what he was was stunned. Very stunned. He pauses for a moment... before he announces suddenly:]

Everything is under control!
I have... everything under... total control!

[What is he talking about?]

[jimfromit]

[It's always fun hearing a client go completely batshit insane.

He gives a very put upon sigh.]

Are you trying to convince me or yourself?

[cheerupemoborg]

I... I'm not too sure.

...

I think I'm... not feeling very well.

[jimfromit]

Well colour me surprised!

I never knew cyborgs could get sick.

[Yeah he's not buying it.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues is in his room, just kind of sitting around and charging up when he hears that scream. It sounded like the creepy metal jaw dude he met on his first day here. Blues quickly unplugged himself and grabbed a simple red helmet and visor from his work bench and threw it on before dashing out of his room. He quickly dashed down the hall, trying to figure out where the sound came from.]

Hello? Is everything alright?

[cheerupemoborg]

[The sound is coming from his room. Another crash. Another. And another. Real hank is going to be very pissed at all of the furniture he knocked over. From the other side he could probably hear him freaking out.]

Oh no.... nonnonnonono. Not good! Not good! Not good!!! Not good!!!

[whistles_the_blues]

[The crashes make it much easier to find the room he's looking for. He gets to the door and takes a couple steps back.]

I'm coming in! Stay away from the door!

[And with that he makes a dash to tackle the door in.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[He doesn't even register someone is outside, too busy freaking out inside.
Oh god are you going to crash through the door??]

[whistles_the_blues]

[He doesn't know what's going on! He's just bustin' in.

And crash through the door he does, only to see Hank freaking smashing things up in his room.]

Just what's going on here?

[cheerupemoborg]

[It takes him a a full five seconds to realize someone crashed through AHHH?
the door, wrecking the place more than it already has been. Are... you JOKING. Screaming slightly when he spots the stranger, his eyes get large.]

Wh-what are you doing!?!?!

[HANK NEEDS THAT DOOR.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?]

[whistles_the_blues]

I came to help because you're freaking out Creepy Jaw Dude!

Why are you wrecking up your own room?

[cheerupemoborg]

C-creepy jaw dude?

[If he weren't so confused he would be offended-- especially seeing that he's hank in the meantime.]

I... I'm not.
I uh... I saw... I saw a...

[Give him a moment to think.]

A nuclear destabilizing... generator.

[What is that. What is a nuclear destabilizing generator. He made that up on the spot.]

Hate when those things just... just pop up and sneak up on you.

[Filtered to GLaDOS.] Somewhere within the first to second day realization.

[cheerupemoborg]

O-okay... name your price.

[Price? What is he talking about?]

[Filter]

[sawadeertoday]

Price?

[ she echoes, sounding tired- sounding wary, though. This was Hank. She couldn't afford to play soft. ]

[Filter]

[cheerupemoborg]

Yes. Price.
What-what is it about him you like exactly?

[Hopefully it was something he could compete with. He never thought he'd have to compete with himself one day...]

[Filter]

[sawadeertoday]

... What are you talking about?

[ she asks, incredulous. About 'him'? Was Hank trying to buy Wheatley off of her? ]

BUY WHEATLEY LOL

[cheerupemoborg]

What exactly is it... you-you find so great about that bloke?

If anything at all.

[Trying to sound... Hank like?]

What makes you want to kiss him so much?

SHH

[sawadeertoday]

That's none of your business.

[ Could he hear how incredulous she sounded? How tired she sounded?

There was a tiny hint of a blush in her tone, too. ]

Why are you curious about this, exactly? [ But then it hits a sharp note. ] He's mine.

this icon needs to be used more for seductive hank

[cheerupemoborg]

...

[Oh dear god.
He had decided to keep this a secret but he's so LONELY AS HANK.]

...What if I make you a cake.
If-If I make you a cake... could I maybe...

Uh...

[How do you sound hank like and ask for this?]

Have...

...

A kiss?

[It sounded a little seductive?]

LMAO this is just beautiful to imagine

[sawadeertoday]

........

[ Silence.

She's staring at the journal in shock. ]

What...? [ she tried weakly. ]