The Six Sectors

Chapter Sixteen - Wheatley

Wheatley never had met a wendigo hybrid.

But now here he was, scanning the premises to get a map, with Nassa and the little dragon- wearing  a yellow and black bandana now - by his side.

How wonderful.

“So, do you have any idea where to get the map?” Nassa asks. She could easily pass off as someone with a small amount of deer genes, in the current form she held. Wheatley sighed.
        
“No. I’m scanning every five seconds. Guess my mom is better at preventing these things than I thought.” He closed his computer panel. The dragon sniffed at Wheatley and he smiled. “Don’t worry, old friend. We got out once, we can do it again.”

“Hmm,” The hybrid thought for a moment, “Well, I’m not sure where to get a map, but I could easily tell you, if someone’s bleeding, where they are and what species they are. Even who they are, if I know them.” Wheatley looked at her.

“Then how’d you find the little one?” He asked. Last he checked, the dragon hadn’t been bleeding, which was thankful.

“He has a very unique scent,” Nassa says, “To be honest it felt like I was a dog.” Wheatley frowned. He went back to scanning.

“Yknow, I honestly thought my own mother - my flesh and blood - would treat me at least like a fellow scientist, even if I had feelings. But nope, Mother up and made me a subject, making me…” He touched his robotic eye. “Well, this. I’m even lucky Chief Aerizat didn’t have me killed.” He shut his eyes and took a breath. “I didn’t think I’d come back here. Ever.” He looked back at the scanner.

"Yikes," The wendigo hybrid says, "Well, at least the chief accepted you. I'd probably be killed on sight in Lerivia, if they found out I'm actually not a deer person like I claim." Wheatley looked at her.

“Why? Cause you’re part wendigo? My mom would’ve probably treated you better than she had me. She loved dangerous-” He heard footsteps and he sat up. He knew those steps. He hated those steps. Those steps had used to be a constant part of his life. He stopped scanning. “We have to go. Now.”

The hybrid nodded, and immediately went running. She was agile, although that could be expected, considering she lived in Lerivia. But she also had semi silent footsteps as well. Wheatley picked up the dragon and crossbow, running. Dr. Hanity spotted them.

“Wheatley Steven Hanity.” Wheatley stopped in his tracks and sighed.

Shit. He thought as he turned to face her. Her cold orange eyes and an unforgiving glare burned into his soul, it felt like. He gulped and turned to Nassa. “Okay, act natural, act natural.” He told her. Then he turned back to Dr. Hanity. “Hello! Mom! Good to see you. You look well….ish.” Dr. Hanity strode over.

“It’s been a long time,” The last word from her felt like an insult. “Son.” Wheatley winced.

Nassa stopped running and looked back. She looked mildly annoyed, and her horns were sharp. Yet, she didn't say anything. Dr. Hanity grabbed Wheatley’s face with her hand.

“I almost thought you would’ve died, given your pathetic lifestyle. Oh well.” She slapped him in the face, Wheatley staggering after it. He gave her a hurt look.

“And to think I actually missed you.” Dr. Hanity gave him a wicked smile.

Uh oh.

“Did you, really?” Before Wheatley could react she pulled his head tube, making him cry out as his body stiffened. She got the other one as he went down. Wheatley was basically paralyzed from pain.

Nassa growled and walked towards Wheatley. She looked at Dr. Hanity with disgust, but didn't say anything. The emotionless scientist looked at her. “Oh don’t worry. From the test results you could be my new child. My new Caroline.” Wheatley got confused. New Caroline? What did she mean? Wasn’t he her only child? He tried to get up, the stench of fuel and blood in the air.

The hybrid’s pupils thinned. "I don't want to have anything to do with you," She glanced at Wheatley. It could only be assumed the smell of blood was bothering her. Wheatley knew that if he kept this up he could die.

So he might as well make his last moment worth it.

He took his crossbow and tried to aim, going for her head. He fired, and the arrow plunged into her arm. Dr. Hanity roared with pain. Wheatley dropped the crossbow and curled up one last time as his core began to overload. It was like a heart, but electronic.

Nassa shifted into her wendigo form and picked up Wheatley, before she ran. She ran and ran, away from Dr. Hanity. Wheatley groaned, the dragon right behind Nassa. Once they were safe, the dragon tried to put the tubes back.

Nassa tried to help, before edging away from Wheatley. She shifted into her humanoid form, letting out a low growl. Wheatley forced his arms to move and reconnected his tubes, panting with relief. Then he shakily got up. He looked at Nassa. “So… Now you’ve met my mother….” He sighed.

"Yep," She says. She was taking short, shallow breaths. Wheatley frowned. “We need a map now-” The dragon butt his leg, holding a map. Wheatley smiled, rubbing his head. “Excellent work, my old friend. I still don’t even know your-”

"It's Energon," Nassa mumbles, she was still edging away from Wheatley. Wheatley looked at her. He never felt this way around a female before. His core seemed to sing. He smiled, turned to the dragon. “Excellent work, Energon. Now then, I might know how to get us all out of here. You hungry?”

"Are you talking to me?" Nassa asks, "I'm always hungry. It doesn't matter whether I've eaten or not… but I haven't eaten and you smell like blood," She points out. Wheatley smirked.

“Ever had a scientist before?”

"... I normally eat normal food like a normal person for your information. You almost bit Saturn's arm off that one time. I was pretending to and he moved too much so he hurt himself!" Wheatley chuckled.

“Welp, time for a buffet then.”