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]

Oh-oh... alright!

[Perfect timing. The moment he moved, 'Hank' was sure to activate his heat vision again, following Blue where he moved. He best not stop.]

Thanks-thanks for that!

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues had no intention of stopping, not with that following him. Luckily it didn't look like "Hank" was moving while he fired that, which gave Blues a great opportunity to raise his cannon arm up again and let loose the charged up shot. He only hoped this time it would hit.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[It didn't give 'Hank' much of a chance to dodge, the shot indeed hitting, sending him flying backwards, into some trees.

Where did he go?]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Had that shot done it? He wasn't sure. But he didn't have the energy to go in and check it out, he knew with his faulty core he didn't have the energy to keep going at this pace.

Blues' best bet would be to fall back and charge up in case he came back. He slowly started to back away from the trees. Not ready to turn his back quite yet.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Don't turn around. Hank emerges from the trees, staring darkly at Blue. The slow pace he was walking after Blues in showed no sign of worry.]

Hey! Mate!

[And at that moment he gave Blue a dose of his heat vision, intending to take him down.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[That wasn't good. Before Blues could react he took the blast of heat vision to his good leg, nearly severing it as he was sent to the ground.]

This... Isn't going well.

[cheerupemoborg]

Are you sure? I say it's going pretty well. Pretty great! ...Yoooooooooou could say I have a leg up on all of this.

[Still has time for puns. Making his way to him, he chuckles. Give him a moment to crouch in front of him, grabbing hold of the arm which shot the canon, and snapping it. He couldn't have that going off again.]

Aha. Ah. Ow. Y-you see... I'm not a fan of people making me out to be the bad guy, mate. I-I won't have it.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues watched rather helplessly as his arm was ripped from his body. Sparks shot out from where his limb had once been attached. The entire time he didn't flinch or cry out, he couldn't feel pain and there was no point in faking it.]

You're doing a fine job convincing me otherwise, just so you know.

[Blues just glared at "Hank." He was missing two limbs and one was crippled, there wasn't much fight left in him at this point.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Oh. This was amusing. Tossing the arm up and catching it, he chuckled. It had been a long time since he had the upper hand for anything.]

Am-Am I?
Well... ehe. You can't possibly think you're the good guy here, mate. Being suspicious of your own kind. This-thisthis wasn't even supposed to happen.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues was quiet for a moment. What "Hank" said had stung, back in his world he was very aware that he was "different;" he wasn't human, but the way he thought was far different from any machine. He never had a reason to be suspicious of any machine, because they couldn't act like this.]

Maybe it wasn't supposed to happen, but you let it come to this.

incomiiing

[wheatdos]

[After his little encounter with GLaDOS, Hank had made a beeline for his room to make sure Wheatley was there.

Hank knew the chances of finding him were slim. With those powers, he could elude Hank all day.

Still, even if Wheatley wasn't in Hank's room, he would screw up eventually. Hank just had to be close when he did.

Sure enough, Hank had eventually heard the tall tale sounds of combat nearby.]

HEY BUDDY.

[cheerupemoborg]

Oh mate, don't make this a me thing.

[Wheatley had no idea that the big bad dude was onto him, still drunk off of his power trip. Tossing Blue's arm up into the air and catching it, he was loving this. He was practically unstoppable.]

This is... cleaaaaaaaaaarly your fault.

[And he lifted his foot, intending to stomp his face in...

Someone better stop hiiiiiiimmmmmm.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues stares at the foot. It wasn't too long ago that he'd just accept this, but was it still what he wanted? He wasn't sure anymore. There wasn't much he could with only one arm and no power.]

[kryptonian]

[Supergirl is there, suddenly, crouching over Blues with her arms up, hands on the sole of the attacker's foot. Her teeth are grit, and after a second, she shoves up to knock him off balance.]

What did I tell you about toeing the line, Cyborg?!

[cheerupemoborg]

Opphh!

[Oh. Well this was a surprise!
Wheatley does loose his footing, falling backwards ungracefully onto his behind .Sitting up, his single eye narrows at the newcomer. Who was she supposed to be?]

That wasn't a bad pun. Wasn't bad.
Mine was still better.

[He's standing up, unamused.]

And who are you supposed to be?

[whistles_the_blues]

[For a second there Blues was certain he was about to be crushed, in the next, he had Kara standing between him and the cyborg. He shifted his remain arm and tried to pull back away from the two, trying to give Kara a bit more room to move.]

T-thanks... Be careful, he's malfunctioning.

[wheatdos]

[Now the sound of battle has been replaced by voices. One of them is his own.

Hank rushes outside, head turning this way and that, trying desperately to find his body and confirm it was in one piece.

His lack of super senses was frustrating, but he managed to spot Wheatley and Blues (who had certainly seen better days)... with Supergirl. Why, of all people, did it have to be her?

Staring in horror, there was only one thing that Hank could think to say.]

...God dammit!!

[If she trashed his real body, he was so going to jump off the roof in this one.]

/SUP.

[sawadeertoday]

[ Of course, GLaDOS has been suspicious about "Wheatley" as long as she had been following him- and so she continued, heading outside, a few strides behind... also hearing voices.

When she saw the scene, golden eyes widened slightly. "Hank" seemed truly dangerous- she knew that it was a good idea to suspect him...- but still. It felt odd for him to be so... brash about it.

She followed "Wheatley", quiet. ]

[kryptonian]

[Kara is about to let him stand up so easily. She's already after him as soon as he's trying to get up, fist up and at the ready to strike.]

What do you mean, "who are you?" Get your head checked.

[Which she is going to "check" herself via punching. Right now.]

[cheerupemoborg]

G-GHUK!

[Look away Hank. You don't want to see this.
Wheatley doesn't even do so much as attempt to block that punch.
As said before. No fighting experience whatsoever.
At the contact, he skids backwards, found completely airborne for a moment, skipping backwards like a flat stone on water, tumbling into a series of trees.
Consider it lucky he can't feel it--]

Wh-w... bloody hell!

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues just lays there and watches as Kara punches the Cyborg. He has to conserve what power he has left, the last thing he wants is to shut down in his current state.]

[wheatdos]

No no no nonono...!

[Hank dashes towards them, flailing and yelling at Wheatley.]

You moron! Get down here this instant!

[sawadeertoday]

[ And she follows at a quick pace, feeling it click in her brain. ]

... don't tell me...

Ugh. This is going to be a nuisance.

[ she spoke under her breath as she approached, the scene looking like a total mess. ]

[kryptonian]

[When the cyborg goes down like a sack of bricks, she's up in the air and ready to strike again if he tries to get up, but when she hears the humans behind her, she turns to look.]

I'm dealing with him, get out of the way.

[And then she reaches for the cyborg's arm to pull it off. A limb for a limb!]

[cheerupemoborg]

Huh...?

[Oh look it's hank.
Wait...
With... GLaDOS.

...

Well shit.]

H-hey what are you doing here--

[But before he can finish his sentence, he realizes this crazy bitch is trying to rip his arm off.]

WH-WHAT? NONONONONO... WAIT. WAIT. WAIT.
WAIT. DON'T-- JUST LISTEN TO ME.

[Heart attack? Maybe. This guy doesn't have a heart though, so it's probably not that. Either way he's freaking out. Don't rip his arm off rohgilfgig.]

I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY. I SAID I'M SORRY.
I-- DON'T DON'T. DON'T TOUCH ME.
DON'T TOUCH ME.