#icliotsphere

@icliotsphere​, from "Oh shit."

There’s a small cacophony of jumbled words from the newly-minted human, before he finally gets his act together. “I really wasn’t expecting to– to see you this early on.”

Well, be damned if Chell didn't feel the same, not that she'd say that aloud. But it was insanity. The metal ball was human, and not in space, but rather standing in front of her. It was a lot to process.

Still, more importantly and hence higher on the thought-ladder, she was still very pissed off at Mr. Wheat Thin (no idea where that name came from).

"You know what, the office is already weird enough. This might as well happen."

   ❝ . . . if this is this facility’s idea of a cruel joke , i can promise you: I’M NOT LAUGHING. ❞ as if waking up in this stupid , fragile , absurd , weak human body weren’t bad enough -- she still had to deal with this MORON again. GLaDOS all but turned on her heel when confronted with the exact person -- thing , whatever he was -- she’d worked so hard to destroy. interestingly enough , the only reason she’d recognized him was the little part of Caroline still living inside of her. she remembered not the core that had very nearly destroyed Aperture. . . but the human scientist before her. ❝ and here i was hoping you’d be suffering in the vacuum of space forever. the thought alone was warming my heart. . . oh well. ❞

SEND 💬 + A RUMOR AND MY MUSE WILL REACT TO IT.

ASMIA gasps, affronted by his distasteful vocabulary. ❝  WHEATLEY! ❞ she scolds, ❝  LANGUAGE!!! ❞

Another android stood there, (“Hah, I–”), a grin on his face, until the door opens, and he jumps back in alarm. “AH- Uhm. Hullo. I wasn’t expecting another android, thought it was a human in here– Sorry, sorry.”

wheatley! stay determined! | accepting

yes, wheatley is tall | accepting