Corruption

Part 12 - Him.

Wheatley was... Distraught, to say the least. He had lost his only test subject down the back of Aperture's metaphorical sofa. And it was all Red's fault. He smashed some steel plates together out of pure frustration. After a few minutes of this, he felt an all too familiar prickling sensation. Red.

"So, partner, how's it hanging?" Wheatley could feel the cold menace behind those words. Red was far too calm... He wondered what he had done wrong. Fortunately, Wheatley was far more perceptive than GLaDOS gave him credit. He knew not to say anything. Instead, he turned around and played dumb. "Brilliant, mate. How are you?" He said in his usual spritely manner. However, the fearful undertone was clearly audible.

Red was about to reply when a pleasant ding resounded through the chamber. A life form had been detected roughly 200 miles below the bottom of the facility in the salt mines that expanded beneath. So she was alive and, from what the scan had shown, mostly undamaged. Red's scowl turned into a satisfied smirk. This could be interesting. Red reached for Wheatley as he turned and surveyed his work, still giddy over the fact that it was his. He didn't notice Red reaching for him, until he felt the shock and a wave of pain and memories as Red made contact.

Red was enjoying this new body. It was more his speed. He tried to move his awkwardly gangly limbs. It had been so long since he last took control that he'd forgotten how tall the blighter was. Red stretched and sat down. Time to get to work. He tracked the life form and saw it was slowly moving upwards. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and distracted himself with classical music and a book. When that got boring, he casually went over his plan to kill the mute. Destroying GLaDOS would be a bonus. Now Wheatley.

Poor, naïve Wheatley. He actually thought he could escape this place. He was so hopeful. Now he's just a puppet. His only chance of escape hated him and was 100 miles underground. His situation was so pitiful it was laughable. Red pulled up a different screen and sat back, observing the expanse of Aperture. And it was finally his. After so damn long stuck in that stuck up bitch's subconscience, he was finally free. Ah GLaDOS. The omnipotent brat in all her glory. Then this idiot of a host. Fate, he decided, was not on his side.