Wheatley immediately perked. "R-really?! Well..... I have no clue. I uh..... I sort of.... The humans who made me put a chip in my brain. I helped her escape the facility, but in order to do that I had to take control. When I did, the humans activated my chip and controlled me. They made me betray her..... And I had come to love her....," he admitted, blushing, "She made it back to me, and..... Long story short, we ended up on the moon, and she was wearing a helmet. I explained, but I was near death. She forgave me and gave me her helmet, passing out. I tried to drag her back the way we came.... But a foul Pokemon, the reason I was made, the one who was in control of the whole facility..... Knocked me away and dragged her back through and closed the way. I orbited our planet for about two years, surviving only on a gas the helmet deposited that filled my stomach. Then, an astronaut found me and sent me back to the facility. She..... Chell was gone, left about an hour after she was brought back in. That foul Pokemon ejected me into the wilderness about two months ago, and I still have no idea how to hunt." He scowled at the dog tag as he closed it, the front saying: Wheatley
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