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A little Wheatley poem/storySilver eyes filled with no emotion.More Like This
A shining optic, as blue as the ocean.
Allies and friends, through the test chambers.
We must go on, despite the danger.
The orange flame burns bright, she is the one who cannot be broken.
The monster cut his optic wide open.
But their lives were always in danger.
Would death at this point be considered a favor?
The woman I met never has spoken
When that mainframe took over me, a monster was awoken
Up here in space, I paid the price with loneliness.
Could things be different?
Could I have changed?
I can feel nothing but guilt and pain.
Am I insane?
Could I have ever tried again?
She always warned me of Andr
This Moon, This NightFloat on,More Like This
To the painted sky.
Where dreams will be unified,
As I'm swept inside.
Hold on,
To the painted sky.
Where we will be unified,
As I stand inside.
____________________________
Wheatley?...
She held wheatley in her arms, she almost believed he wasn't coming back, not this time.
Wheatley?...
GLaDOS had jerked the two of them back inside, but before chell could even let go of wheatley, she heard a big clamp, and wheatley's bright blue optic faded away.
Now she had letted chell go, and gladly threw wheatley - or what remained of him - out.
Wheatley..
She clutched him against her, and she was in fear, the bright midnight sky came across
Sta.sh
