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

[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?

[cheerupemoborg]

That's a good question mate. Another one. You're just full of those, aren't you?
I have no idea!

...


C-can you fly?

[whistles_the_blues]

Someone said something very similar shortly after I came online. It's just the best way to get answers.

[It doesn't take the two of them very long to get outside.]

I can't fly, but I can jump pretty high.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Oh! He remembered this guy vaguely. That sounds cool. Hank was definitely going to try his powers out... but first... he had to figure out how it works. Stalling for time, he would look to his new strange super-jumping companion.]

Really now?
Mind if I see, mate?

[whistles_the_blues]

Sure, why not?

[If it kept this guy from causing any trouble, it was the least he could do. So moved out further from the castle. He squared down low before springing up into the air. He could easily clear at least half a story before descending back down to the ground. He landed with a thud and glanced over to his "companion"]

How was that?

[cheerupemoborg]

[Clap. Clap. Clap.

Wheatley looked pretty amused by all this. This was how he liked spending his days, admittedly. Not cooped up, trapped with a complaining wife.]

Impressive mate! Really impressive! You know what could make you j-jump higher than that?

[whistles_the_blues]

[Well at least he had amused the guy. At the very least, nothing else had been torn apart since he ran into him. That was a step in the right direction, right?]

I think that was about my limit right there. I don't really think there's a way I could get up any higher than that.

[cheerupemoborg]

Science has no limit, mate.

[He said simply, with the utmost confidence. What did that mean?]

[whistles_the_blues]

Alright... How so?

[It's not that he didn't believe it. He just found that tone very strange.]

[cheerupemoborg]

An upgrade here-- an upgrade there. I'll tell you mate. I'm a genius when it comes to these things.

[whistles_the_blues]

I'm not really looking to be altered. Bad experiences with that.

[cheerupemoborg]

Really now?

[As he speaks, he looks as if he's trying to assume some flight poses.]