Corruption

Chapter 17- Memories

All he could see was black. Wheatley tried to move through the void but couldn't. All he could do is float there. Some sort of screen showed him a disheveled and weary Chell struggling against a claw as it dragged her to GLaDOS knows where. All he could do is just sit there and let the waves of guilt wash over him. This was his fault! None of this would've happened if he'd just told Chell not to plug him in. This was his fault and he couldn't do anything about it. Even if he could, it would never be enough. Everyone would be better off if he'd never been made. All he did was make stupid decisions and mess up.

Chell was trying to escape some weird room now. No matter how hard he yelled, she couldn't hear him. Maybe, just maybe, he could help her. He reached out (metaphorically) and felt the expanse of Aperture. He pulled some catwalks and made paths until Chell could reach the server room from where she was. He just hoped it would be enough. He was just starting to relax and watch some other feeds when he felt a presence behind him "Howdy partner. How ya doing back here?" Oh, him. "Just fine friend. You know, being forcibly possessed and forced to watch you torturing my only chance to escape in this void has really made me feel so much better" Wheatley retorted, words dripping with sarcasm. A slightly irritated undertone was somewhat visible. Red didn't respond, choosing to get straight to the point." Look, I know you're trying to help them. I'm just here to tell you there's no point. I can't find them anywhere so I'm assuming they're dead. So, stop yelling, you'll give me a migraine. (Don't ask how that would work)

After making sure Red was doing his thing, Wheatley went back to watching the feeds. The pair had somehow set fire to the server room door, investigated and left. Chell was now leaning against a wall on the floor, crying. Oh God, Chell. At that moment, he honestly wished he could go and hug her and tell her it'd be alright. Instead he could only watch. Eventually GLaDOS came over, sat next to her and started talking. Wheatley couldn't hear her but whatever she'd said worked as Chell looked infinitely happier and even laughed as GLaDOS kept talking. He switched to another feed and watched Red getting extremely angry at the co op bot's antics. It took them ten minutes to stop fighting after Blue shot the wrong portal and dropped Orange into goo. Switching back to Chell, he laughed as he saw the pair dancing in the corridor. GLaDOS had always been quite the dancer. He remembered sitting on a cube watching her dance when he was youn- wait what... That wasn't right. He'd always been the same age. Mid 20's, closer to 30. He shooed the thought away and continued to watch them glide down the hallway, both beaming. They moved in sync, sweeping, grand steps, GLaDOS's coat billowing out behind her as they twirled.

Back to the issue at hand. Where did that memory come from? And why did the name Cave pop into his head? Maybe it was the system or maybe... But that was impossible, wasn't it?

(Mwahahahaha suffer my wrath!!!)