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]

Maybe.

No one was as close to me, I don't think anyone could be as close again.

I just don't know yet.

[cheerupemoborg]

Hm.

[He says thoughtfully, but suddenly he's walking in a random direction-- where is he going?]

You never know.
People are more trustworthy when they understand you! Take me for example. Fully understand you. We're basically one in the same...

...

Uh-- basically.

[whistles_the_blues]

[That has him a bit curious, he slowly follows along behind.]

How so?

[cheerupemoborg]

[Don't mind him as 'Hank' casually clenches and unclenches his knuckles. He could get used to this strength... very quickly. He may as well try it on something.... right?]

I know what it's like izzal.
To have a human do something to you. Something bad. 'Specially the one's that you trust.

[He sounds a little distant.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues keeps quiet at this. It was still a very touchy subject for him.]

...What happened to you?

[cheerupemoborg]

Nothing important!

[A cheerful tone. He forms a fist and looks at it.]

I-it's... it's none of your business actually.
So I'm not going to tell you.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Okay, That was unexpected. Blues notices that "Hank" is looking at a clenched fist and takes a step back. He's certainly glad he's already got his cannon ready if things go south.]

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I just asked.

[cheerupemoborg]

Just making sure, mate. There are awfully nosy bunches here, but-but I should have known you wouldn't be like this. Of course. Not one of them. Not one of them. An-anyway... I'm-- huh?

[He turns around.]

Yes-- keep doing that. Keep stepping back. Go-good idea. One step ahead. One step ahead.

[Canon? He doesn't even notice.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Well, you're kind of freaking him out buddy.]

I think I may be back far enough now.

[cheerupemoborg]

Brilliant!

[Once he found a particularly rocky place, he stopped, giving it a good stomp. Solid.

Without warning, he'd punch the ground-- straight through it. His fist effortlessly crushing through the ground up to his elbow. Giving a surprised face by his ability, his eye widened, mouth parting in shock.

He was... really powerful.

If he had lips, he'd be grinning right now.]

...Well... would you look at that.

1/2

[whistles_the_blues]

[Okay, that was something. This guy certainly packed a lot more punch than he was expecting.]

2/2

[whistles_the_blues]

[All the more better that they left the castle.]

Now, care to explain why you've been feeling the need to break everything?

[cheerupemoborg]

Huh?

[He pulled his arm out-- it wasn't even scratched.]

It's just a floor.

[whistles_the_blues]

That time, yes.

Your room earlier?

You sure you aren't malfunctioning?

[cheerupemoborg]

Course not!

[He sounds awfully defensive.]

Wh-why would you think that???
What are you trying to say?

[whistles_the_blues]

I think that something may be wrong, I'm just trying to find out what.
You're behaving odd.

[cheerupemoborg]

Shut up!

[He's walking away from you...]

[whistles_the_blues]

I'm only trying to help you.

[cheerupemoborg]

Y-yeah well you're not.
You're just calling me odd.
That's all you're doing. Not helping.

[whistles_the_blues]

That seems rather obvious at this point.
...What would help?

[cheerupemoborg]

You going away. Maybe.

[The voice is awfully tense.]

[whistles_the_blues]

As tempting as that is.

I don't think that's an option right now, not while you're acting like this. You might hurt someone.

[cheerupemoborg]

Ohhh... so now you're playing proper vigilante, aren't you?

[He stopped, turning around. Why did you do that?]

Even-even if-- if I were, what exactly could you do about it mate?

[whistles_the_blues]

If you want to call it that, sure. I'm just trying to look out for you; you're behaving erratically, you trashed your room and you've already made reference to hurting people. I have good reason to stick around.

[He stood a little taller when "Hank" looked back at him.]

I'd stop you.

[cheerupemoborg]

Ahahaha... well. I'd like to see you try.

[Standing his ground, he kept his fists clenched. Perfect opportunity to try this all out, right?

He vaguely wondered if Hank could mimic some of the dangerous things he remembered his facility. Think. Lasers.

At the thought, his 'laser vision' kicked in; a sudden action with no particular target. It strayed to hit a tree, slicing through it effortlessly and lighting it aflame. It startled Wheatley initially, but only for a moment. It was as if it came naturally... of course, he was in Hank's body.

Best think quick, mate, because Wheatley is not holding back. The moment he considers laser vision, he's using it, and it's aimed right for his 'friend.']