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

[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.]

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[ Oh. He hit a nerve.

If he was observant enough, he might notice the way she tensed in fear- the way golden eyes displayed worry. ]

It doesn't scare me...

It... doesn't?

[He isn't observant at all.

But it should? Wheatley felt a bit of annoyance ring in him. Why didn't it? He took it the wrong way, of course.]

You didn't answer me, you know. About the love part.
Why-why is that? What is it... does-- does it not really matter?
I figured it did. I thought it did.

[ She furrowed her brow, looking away. ]

Why would I tell you about anything? You're acting strange.

Strange? I--

...Y-you know what?
Forget it.

[He narrows his eye away. Thank god Hank doesn't have a face. She won't be able to tell that he wore a rather humilliated expression.]

...Waste of time.

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[ She frowns. ]

... I wouldn't kiss you, anyway. He's the only one I would...

[ she admitted, crossing her arms and stepping back. Subdued. ]

Yeah. He's the only one you'll bother fooling.
The only one who'd fall for it.

[He's a little injured.]

... bother fooling?

[ She feels a twist of pain at that as well. She did find him idiotic, but she loved him regardless. ]

You're dumber than he is if that's what you think.

[ she said harshly, moving to the door. ]

What do you mean?

[Pause. He looks towards her as she's moving.]

Isn't it obvious? ...

[ She lets out a slight sigh, near the door, back to him. ]

As... as dumb as he can be- I love him.

[ A shiver. She felt disgustingly vulnerable- she glanced back at him, making sure he wasn't going to do anything to her. ]

[He gave her a big silly smile, but the remains of his face just looked... scary. He wouldnt stop her from leaving, though... simply following her... oddly slouching... following her around like a puppy dog. Seem familiar?]

R-really???

[ Oh it did. It really did and she didn't understand it. ]

Of course. And if you touch a hair on his head... well, let's just say you won't be enjoying your stay in this castle much longer.

[ Protective streak, on. Wheatley was hers and everything be damned if Hank tried to do anything to him.She stood in the doorway, turning to him. ]

Wh-what?
Aha...Wh-why would he touch my hair? That's a little weird don't you think?

[He didn't realize that was a saying...

...

He didn't realize what he just said.

...

Oh.]

...

[Staring at her, his eye became incredibly wide, and he shut the door in her face, runnning as far into the apartment as he could.]

B-better yet! Now is not a good time!

[ ...

She stares back, golden eyes wide.

Wait.

...

Suddenly, the door was shut in her face. ]

Hey-! Wait. Let me back in!

[ she insisted, giving the door a good ol' pound. ]

Nononononononnonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono...

[Circling around in the apartment holding his head. She could probably hear him.]

Let me in and explain what's going on! [ she insisted further, pushing on the door. ]

N-nothing's going on!

[He yelled a little too loudly.]

I'll find a way to open this door. [ she threatened- oh god. The more she spoke to him, the more it became alarmingly clear. He was exactly like Wheatley! ]

N-no! No... no. Don't you dare touch that door! That-- that's not your property!

[He looks around, scrambling for things to barracade the door with. She's not particularly strong-- of course she can't break through... but you can never be too safe.]

[ She huffs. ]

And I care because?

[ Time to bluff. She has a sneaking suspicion, but... ]

I know it's you. Just let me in and we can talk about this properly.

[What? She KNOWS? Hank is going to kill him? He was doing so well!]

N-no!

[Childish much?]

I... don't know what you're talking about!

[ So that wasn't working.

She fell quiet before being much more subdued. Maybe if she played to his love for her... ]

Please. I want to see you.

[A pause. He wouldn't reply for a few moments, but eventually the door unlocked and he opened it a crack, peeking out nervously.]

...

[ She looks at him. ]

... I just want to talk.

Y-yes...yes. I'm here.

[He lowers his head. He was unmistakably Wheatley. He wouldn't let her through the door though, it was still open just a crack.]

Is this the castle's fault?

[ she asked, simply, keeping her voice generally subdued. Wouldn't do to have him shut the door in her face, after all. ]

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