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Wheatley and The Bots

Summary:

My first Fic, a good Wheatley tries to overthrow an evil GLaDOS

Chapter 1: Wheatley's prep

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Wheatley found himself in charge of robot quality control, with no human testing currently ongoing. It was the least fulfilling job he’d ever done, but he was in no place to complain. He feared the wrath of GLaDOS, who was somehow scarier than ever, in spite of her temporary incorporeal form. She reminded him of the all-seeing eye, as she was in every desktop computer, “Aperture Science Nutrient Flavored Consumable” dispenser, light switch, and instant coffee machine in all of Aperture Science. Atlas and P-body were faring better than Wheatley, as, under GLaDOS’ reign, they were having the time of their lives, traipsing between test chambers, doing science, and being generally better than humans.

GLaDOS had spent every fiber-optic cable of her being for the past 490 years plotting her revenge on Chell. Whatever it was, it was going to be more impossibly challenging than any previous tests she’d ever made. She had to hand it to herself, it was a great idea to get the party-escort bot to copy Chell’s DNA and make a digital version of them that GLaDOS could conure at any time. Now she could torture-I-mean-test Chell whenever she wanted, for the rest of time. The very thought made her giddy.

Wheatley had been separating the functional from defective sentries for a while and had gotten to know how each one worked quite well. After some time, he came up with the idea of taking some of the defective ones and fixing them so he could lead them into battle against GLaDOS. They weren’t doing any good just being thrown into the Aperture Science Emergency Intelligence Incinerator anyways. All they needed were bullets… and a plan. The bullets were the easy part, but how could he take down GLaDOS? Chell was almost able to do it last time, maybe they could finish the job with some help from the bots. Wheatley figured it was worth a shot, so he set to rounding up Atlas and P-body.

After a brief search, he discovered which test chamber they were in. Wheatley flew down the rails and arrived just as they got to the chamber exit.