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

[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.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues just kind of stands there now. Is that really a thing? A thing that can sneak up on you?]

So... That thing snuck up on you? Where is it now?

[cheerupemoborg]

Who knows.
C-could be anywhere.

...

...

Do you usually crash through people's door?
Y-you have to fix that. You have to fix that quickly. Very quickly.

[What if the real Hank comes?]

[whistles_the_blues]

O-Kay then.

I'm sorry? It sounded like you were in a lot trouble.

Maybe you shouldn't overreact to such an extreme?

[cheerupemoborg]

[Sorry... were you talking? Hank is busy flexing these gargantuan muscles of his.]

D-do you think I could punch through a wall, if I wanted to?

[whistles_the_blues]

[This... Is not how he pictured this guy to act at all.]

I suppose it's possible.

Are you malfunctioning?

[cheerupemoborg]

Mal-malfunctioning?

N-no. Why would I be malfunctioning?

[whistles_the_blues]

You seem different.

Not as versed in your capabilities.

[cheerupemoborg]

R-really?
I... uh, didn't think punching walls was... was a thing... h-he... I did. I did. Didn't know I just... ehe, punched walls. Consider that noted now.

[whistles_the_blues]

I didn't either. I guess that's something we both know now.

...Why do you just punch walls?

[cheerupemoborg]

Because I'm strong. Obviously.
If you were strong, you'd understand, mate.

[whistles_the_blues]

I've never exactly considered myself weak.

I just think there are more productive things to do than breaking walls.

[cheerupemoborg]

Ahaha... that's a good point, but you're-- you're looking at it all wrong.

If you don't break walls mate, then when you need to do all your little productive bits, you won't be strong enough. Bit of practice and the like never hurt anyone.

...

Unless they're on the wrong side of the wall you're breaking.

[whistles_the_blues]

[He starts look a touch annoyed.]

You'd make sure there was no one behind those walls before you broke them... Right?

[cheerupemoborg]

Of course mate! Of course of course of course...

[He laughs]

What do you take me for? I'm a careful bloke.

[whistles_the_blues]

I'm sure.

You just like to imply the opposite, right?

[cheerupemoborg]

Im-implying? Who's implying?
Not me. You think I am. But I'm not.

[He's the fucking terminator right now. You're clearly being scared and judgmental, little guy.]

[whistles_the_blues]

Then if you aren't implying, just what are you doing?

[clearly]

[cheerupemoborg]

Good question.
Good-- great question. Terrific. In fact-- that's the question I've been waiting for you to ask.
Certainly not testing out my powers, as I should be.

...

What do you think of a walk, mate?

[whistles_the_blues]

[the alarms are going off in Blues' head. But with the damage this machine has caused so far in it's own room, he knows it's probably safer to move it outside than risk it doing causing more harm inside.]

Perhaps, outside?

[cheerupemoborg]

Outside is good.

[He flexes again.]

L-lead the way mate.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Right... Not malfunctioning at all, of course. Blues slowly turns around and starts to lead the way to get out of the castle. He's careful to keep an eye out begin him to make sure the creepy cyborg keeps following him.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[He isn't much of a threat, really. Flexing and posing the entire time. In fact, there's no need to keep an eye on him. He'd run up to walk beside the guy-- a guy he doesn't even know.]

H-hey, did you know I could fly?

[whistles_the_blues]

I didn't.

[He take a moment to look him over.]

You don't have any thrusters or propulsion units on you. How do you fly without those?