Wheatley woke up feeling hot. Like, the hot you feel when you stick your face in front of the hot oven after opening the door. He looked out the window. They were almost at their destination. He could feel it in his guts. And it wasn't a nice feeling. He looked over at Whitney, who was resting her head on his shoulder, then to their father. Still driving. Driving, driving, to their doom. At least, that's what Wheatley thought.
His father's phone rang, and he took it out of the cup holder he set it in, and answered it.
“Yes, this is Doug... No sir, but we're almost there. About a- Yes, sir, I have them with me. Of course they do... No need to worry sir... Of course, sir... Can do, Mr. Johnson.... Of course. All right, see you in a few. Bye.” He hung up the phone and sighed irritably. That was probably his boss. Wheatley shuddered. He really did not oblige to anything; He had technically been forced to do this.
And he was not happy. He was only good at two things, basically; Screwing up, and hacking things. He loved to hack things. He gave popular websites a little taste of his misery. Last year, he had gathered a bunch of the jerks from his school that liked to make fun of him for being a loser, and hacked Deviant Art singlehandedly with his iPhone and a tooth-pick. He smiled at the memory of the event. That had earned him the nickname, and he swears they said it like this, The Kid That Can Hack Things..
He had no idea what it meant, but it had been better than “moron”. It wasn't his fault nobody bothered to help him in anything. This event had won him a bit of fame. That had led the folks at school to have him hack Twitter and turn it into a flash viewing of the “Trololo” video. And he did it with a cell phone.
He did get into a bit of trouble with authorities. Well, not necessarily him. It wasn't his phone, so they tracked the number to one of the kids who had lent the phone to him, and had him arrested, questioned, and he's still in jail today. Wheatley felt bad for him sometimes.
But then, he remembered how fun that was for him. It was like sweet revenge.
He looked at Whitney and poked her. She squirmed just a bit, and he whispered to her; “Are you awake? I'm bored.” Whitney got up and stretched, nodding.
“Let's play a game.” He said
“What.. What kind of game?” Whitney responded with a yawn.
“The Kagamine's Whistle Quiz!” He stated, staying quite enough that their dad couldn't hear them.
Whitney paused for a minute. “The... Kagamine's?”
Wheatley looked sad. “Rin and Len? Vocaloids?” Whitney shook her head. She wasn't into that anime and manga stuff. It was too “childish and ridiculous”. Wheatley started anyway. He began to whistle “Saihate”, and their father looked back at them, and quickly back at the road, and took a right turn.
“How long have you guys been awake?” He asked. Wheatley's whistling paused.
“About twelve minutes. Why?” Wheatley responded. Their father shrugged and kept driving. They were driving past a lake. If it weren't raining, it would probably look really nice, Wheatley thought.
Somewhere father ahead, there was a parking lot, and a small warehouse looking building. There were a few cars parked there, and a few people standing out front. Their father pulled in to the driveway and told them to grab their stuff and get out of the car, as they had arrived to their destination. Their father had approached the man and woman standing in front of the building, the man who looked to be somewhere in his late thirties, or early forties, patted their father on the back.
“Glad you made it to work today. Honestly, we though you'd stopped at another Mc Donald's.” The man said.
“Of course not, Mr. Johnson, sir.” Their father laughed. Wheatley suddenly realized that they hadn't really eaten much of anything all day. Whitney grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
“It's okay, they won't hurt you,” He whispered to his sister.
Whitney hesitated. “And if they do?”
“Why, I'll hack their database and throw all their data out into the internet, of course~” Wheatley added with a devilish smile. Whitney rolled her eyes, and Wheatley squeezed her shoulder. “I'm kidding. I'll think of that when it happens, right, love?” Whitney just stared off into space. Wheatley hated when he messed things up like that; Especially in these types of situations. He pulled Whitney close enough to feel her against him and rubbed her shoulder.
“You'll be fine. Trust me.” He whispered. Whitney hugged him, and Wheatley felt his face get hot again. He didn't cope well with moments like this. Social awkwardness, and all. He slowly brought his other arm around to wrap around Whitney, and they stayed like that for a moment before their father called them.
“Hey? You guys got out of the car, didn't you?”
“Yessir.” Wheatley replied.
“Come over here, then!”
Wheatley nudged Whitney, and she wiped her face of with her sleeve. She'd been crying..?
Wheatley followed Whitney out from behind the car where they'd been standing, and saw the stains from her tears on his shirt. He was quite tall, so her head only reached to just about below his shoulders. His shoulder-blades, he guessed.
That, or Whitney was very quite short.
Wheatley was pulled back to reality when the man his father had been greeted by came and slapped him upon the back.
“Where are you, son? You look like you just saw a ghost!” He exclaimed. Wheatley shook his head.
“No, sir. Just spaced.” Wheatley replied, a bit shocked.
“You have a mighty nice sister here. What's your name, son?” He asked Wheatley.
“Wheatley, sir.”
“Wheatley. Wonderful. I'm Cave Johnson.” He added with a pause, and turned around and spread his arms. “I own the place.”
“But... It's just a shed?”
“So much more than a shed, son. Have you ever been inside the shed?”
“N-no sir, but-”
“That's just it!” Cave exclaimed. “You've never been inside the shed. Thus, you've never opened the door. Aperture.”
“A-Aperture, sir?” Wheatley hesitated. He already knew he sucked at this job. Cave looked back at him.
“Aperture. Welcome to Aperture, Wheatley.” He looked over to Wheatley and Whitney's father, who gave him a motion.
“Kids, follow me.” He said. Wheatley and Whitney, who were now standing side-by-side again, glanced at each other nervously. They were both thinking the same thing; This man is CRAZY.
Whitney grabbed Wheatley's hand, and they both followed their father in.
