"Oomph!" Wheatley rolled across the floor, blood trickling down the side of his mouth. His optic was broken and was sparking. He coughed as his mother strode over.
"Oh, Wheatley. If only you weren't such a disappointment." He tried to get up and got smacked. "Pathetic. Think of the empire you could've had." Wheatley grunted and got up, holding his side, half blinded and barely living.
"I will never become you, Mother. Never." He spat. She narrowed her eyes and picked up his dropped crossbow, hitting him with the butt of it. He grunted and fell to the ground.
"You are weak. Emotions get in the way." Dr. Hanity growled, dropping the weapon. "Feeling holds you back." She pulled one of his tubes. Wheatley cried out and crunched up his body.
"Y- you won't win-" he coughed, trying to stand, but in too much pain to do so. Dr. Hanity laughed.
"I have already, my worthless son-" his mother grunted as an unknown force rammed into her.
Wheatley had his eye opened long enough to see Helo hover over him.
"Hang on." Was all he heard before he blacked out.
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The Six Sectors
Algemene fictieWheatley is the son of the Head Scientist of a forbidden sector, now banished for a crime he never knew he committed. Nassa is a wendigo hybrid who gets by with a second mind and a job as a bounty hunter (In a way, at least.) Helo is a transgender...
