Corruption

Part 2- Betrayal

Slowly, Chell backed out of the lift and away from the monster of a man her guide, escape route, and friend had become. Wheatley advanced towards her, an unsolicited, dangerous scowl painting his once-friendly features, staring through the fear and betrayal in hers. From her position on the floor, GLaDOS weakly mumbled, though increasing her volume with confidence "You didn't do anything. She did all the work!" Pointing at Chell, Her eyes blazed with cold determination and anger. How dare she be uprooted from her own facility! And he didn't even give proper credit where due! As annoying as she was, Chell deserved some credit for her stubborn stupidity and will.

Wheatley looked down at the near unconscious husk of the once-mighty GLaDOS in barely disguised malice and said (in such a calm, cold voice, Chell was chilled to the bone) "Well then. Maybe it's time I did something." He then dragged Her now limp, unconscious body into a convenient pit below him, which gave off a scarlet glow which lit him up from below, only making him look more malicious. There was a far too pleasant ding as a dishevelled looking GLaDOS was thrown at Chell's feet, stripped of her attire and forced into mere rags, hardly befitting of the queen she had been. The conversation that then took place was something like this:

Wheatley: "See this? This is a potato battery. And now, She lives in it!"

pOtatOS: "I know you..."

Wheatley: "Uhhm, what?"

pOtatOS: "The scientists tried everything to make me... Behave. Once, they even put an intelligence dampening sphere on me. It clung to my brain like a tumour, feeding me an endless stream of terrible ideas"

Wheatley​: "Nope! Not listening!"

pOtatOS: "It was your voice"

Wheatley: "NO! NO, YOU'RE LYING!"

pOtatOS: "YES! YOU'RE THE TUMOUR!"

Wheatley: "I AM NOT A MORON"

pOtatOS: "YES YOU ARE. YOU'RE THE MORON THEY BUILT TO MAKE ME AN IDIOT!"

At this point, Wheatley picked up pOtatOS and through her into the lift a few feet away from a shaking Chell. She hadn't meant for it to be this way. He quite clearly wasn't himself, a crazed look in his eye "NOW WHO'S A MORON?! COULD A MORON PUNCH. YOU. INTO. THIS. PIT! HUH?! COULD A MORON DO THAT?!"

The lift, now bent and barely in sight, creaked. Then the floor of the lift fell off and into the pit. pOtatOS screamed as she followed suite, leaving a very distressed Chell alone with Wheatley.

He turned towards her, the lights dimming so he was the main focus. Wheatley was unusually calm, smiling innocently as he stood up and walked almost joyously towards her. Out of nowhere, his fist came flying towards her, giving her no time to react or defend, resulting in a hit that knocked the wind out of her. He may look human, but his skeleton was pure metal.

She staggered back, holding her stomach in pain. "I'm going to make you suffer, then you're going to test. And I'm going to watch. And everything's going to be Just. Fine." He said, keeping a smooth, chilling tone which just screamed danger and set off warning bells in her head.

The next thing she knew, she was being thrown across the room by a steel claw, gripping painfully. She collided with a smack so hard it winded her yet again. She hadn't even caught her breath when Wheatley's fist connected with her head.

The whole world faded to black dizzyingly fast. The last thing she saw was Wheatley relaxing in GLaDOS's chair, watching her with a downright scary smirk before the talons of sleep consumed her.