itsjustcambot | 3 Apples

[Cambot was just minding its own business, before Wheatley comes whizzing up on his rail, voice pitchy.] YOU! You! Okay, I need you to--to message everyone, that's what you do, everyone's watching this, right? Right now? Okay!

Look, everyone, there's--someone just showed up on this ship, and--just, don't listen to her, okay? Don't listen to a word, she's--she's a liar, and she'll say things about, about things, but they're all lies, every one of them, so just--you know what? Just don't go near her at all. Bad news. Completely terrible idea to be anywhere near her, so, just--don't be closeby. Not sure if proximity makes a difference, but better safe than sorry. You know what would be great to invest in? Gas masks. Fantastic, dunno if they've got them on here, but look into it, is all I'm saying. And--

[He cuts off abruptly, looking off down the rail.]

Oh, for god's sake, are they bringing the whole facility up here, or what?!

[Cambot looks over and, lo and behold, what appears to be a perfect duplicate of Wheatley sits further down the rail, save for a grey-tinted eye. Wheatley does not seem to be surprised, just aggravated.]

Listen mate, don't know which you are, but please just bugger off right now, I'm not in the mood for-- [He stops as the copy shifts, eye contracting.] Wh--hold on a minute... no. No, stop it. Cut it out, I'm being serious here! [Wheatley backs away along the rail] That's not tr-- shut up, will you? St--stop it! Shut up, shutupshutupshutup--

[And Wheatley speeds away down the rail. Cambot remains still and baffled, and the grey-eyed Wheatley casually skims after its copy down the rail. It shoots Cambot the equivalent of a smile before vanishing around the corner that the original went down.]

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I am concerned as to why you believe we need gas masks.

[eyebrow raise] He has not said anything.

[Wheatley has hidden himself in an alcove somewhere, breathing hard despite lack of lungs.]

L-look, that's not important right now, probably, I think-- it's just a healthy precaution, don't really have the time to go into detail... think I lost him...

You didn't hea--g-good, he didn't say anything worth noting, a lot of, of terrible, stupid things, doesn't matter, nothing but a load of bollocks.

It sounds like that is going around here. You are not the only one with a doppleganger saying things that one does not want to hear, others have reported such as well.

[pause]

Is there...anything I can do to help?

Oh, peachy, a whole flippin' epidemic of, of--of whatevers, that's fantastic, I feel much better now, thanks!

I don't know, can you just--get rid of him? I can't... I can't deal with this, not now, not ever really but especially not now.

I thought you might like to know, but I can see now that I was wrong. I apologize.

I will do my best to rid you of your doppleganger.

Th-thanks, could definitely... use that... I'll just... be here!

It is done.

You really think we need to make gas masks? There might be materials around here somewhere.

Well, I mean, it's not vital, yet, at least, apparently, since nothing's happened yet, but they're a good investment to have.

Any safety equipment is always good to have around. You never know when you might end up needing it!

Precisely! Never too much precaution, that's right, always have a gas mask, length of rope, towel, whatever, you know, no harm in it.

Right! Especially if you find a cool way to carry all of it.

Yes! Like a belt, with pouches. Assuming you have a waist to have a belt with. Or a backpack, those are pretty useful.

You mean Gladdy? But she said she'd swap cake recipes with me!

...ddy... Uhh, no, no, I think that might be a bad idea, or--I mean, never tried her cake, lack of mouth, remember, but I don't think she's got one either, so, not convinced she makes the best, er, flavor.

Oh...it can't be THAT bad! Anyway, I can TOTALLY help her with that, I LOVE teaching people to bake!

Nnnngehh I would really, really encourage you to not do that, because, well, to be honest, [He whispers as if this will keep Her from hearing,] she's a complete maniac, off the deep end, and inviting others in so she can drown them there.

I ran into mine.

[Her expression says everything else, really.]

Why gas masks?

Oh, fabulous, cheers, we can all, I don't know, celebrate being miserable together, great to know I'm not in this one alone, feeling much better.

[It's unclear if he's being sarcastic or genuine]

For the toxins, obviously, what else would it be for?

The air here isn't toxic.

[She looks to the left. Back to the right. If you knew her better, you'd realize this was her scanning the space in front of her for the right words.]

Even if there's only a night sky. Lots of stars though.

Well, sure, space, hardly any air in the first place at all, which should lead to the conclusion, don't want to take risks with the little you've got, right? Just because it's not now doesn't mean there aren't possibilities in the future. Near future, even, maybe.

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if you wanna hand wave doppleganger being gone that's fine or we can thread whichever

might as well handwave, can't imagine it putting much of a fight

will do.

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