THEY DID THE MASH

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Who: ERRYBODY
What: CURSES
Where: ALL OVER THE SCHOOL
When: Halloween night through November 7th.
Warnings: 2spooky.

It was a dark and stormy night--

Well, no. It wasn't. In fact, it was rather cool and clear, a perfect October evening for the perfect October celebration. Stars winked above, the choice accompaniment to the orange moon looming overhead. Tonight. Tonight would be a party.



But just as the sun begins to set, the sound of cackling can be heard ringing through campus, the harbinger of what could only be described as Halloween Shenanigans.

Woe betide those that fell into her path.

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[explosion_day]

What was that

that was distinctly the voice

of an angel

He'd be more astonished at the fact the formerly very quiet Chell was actually making sounds that sounded like words, but he was unsurprisingly more concerned with the fact she was talking to him and about him.

"You can't tell me that's not a situation you got going on with your legs there. Your beautiful lady legs."

[seriousbraindamage]

The voice of an angel sounded all at once hoarse and like it took a great deal of effort to actually form anything that resembled coherent speech. How did humans even do anything like this?

Wheatley didn't know much about flirtation, but he recognized Rick's come-ons when he heard them, and it was gross.

"I'm going to punt you, Rick."

He could do that now. He had beautiful lady legs.

[explosion_day]

"I'd like to see you try. Not that I doubt you aren't capable angel, but you know."

ENGAGE SMUGFACE.EXE

"Matter'a willpower and all."

Because she totally had the hots for him and totally would not be able to bring herself to punt him.

[seriousbraindamage]

HE WOULD TRY. He would try so hard because he could, now (maybe), and it would be so worth it and so satisfying to send Rick flying across the hall. That'd learn him.

But punting Rick meant knowing what to do with his legs, and Wheatley still didn't think he could handle an actual kick. He'd have to settle for a death glare and a few more halted words.

"Leamme alone."

[explosion_day]

But Cheeeellllllll! Rick did not exactly want to leave her alone but he would cater quite extensively to a woman's whims.

"You sure about that?"

That just meant he could come back later, after she cooled of and everything and wanted him back. Obviously.

"I mean, I could get you a chair or find you another pair of legs or you could borrow mine. Just for a night."

[seriousbraindamage]

"Positive," he managed to spit out at the expense of his balance, which he still hadn't quite gotten the hang of. Chell's body, however, seemed to have a knack for doing things (like breathing) without him telling it to, and his arm shot out to grab the nearest stable object.

Which was probably maybe Rick's bottom handle.

[explosion_day]

Whoa there.

Rick gave an unexpected grunt, bowing slightly under the sudden weight. Not enough to bend his handle but enough to make the attachment to his rail groan a little.

"I gotcha'! I gotcha'."

He didn't necessarily mind because it was a lady type in distress but this was kind of uncomfortable.

"You put on weight? I mean the good kinda' weight goin' to the right places obviously and I know it's hard to keep your hands off me, but..."

CREEEEEAK...

[seriousbraindamage]

Oh god gross he was touching Rick and Rick was probably getting off on it oh god no

As soon as he heard the creak of twisting metal, Wheatley knew this was going to end badly.

"I'm fine, it's fine, we're all fine," he grunted, trying to gather his legs under him in an attempt to stand on his own before the rail gave way.

"I didn't put on weight, it's not my--"

And, of course, that was about when the rail detached from the ceiling.

[explosion_day]

CRASH BANG BOOM down they went.

Rick probably bonked poor not-Chell on the head before rolling off with a groan.

"You totally did."

[seriousbraindamage]

He groaned, rubbing his head and trying to stand, blinking stars out of his vision.

"Did not."

Why was that offensive? Why did he find that offensive?

"Anyway, I have to go."

The and leave you here on the ground was implied.

[explosion_day]

BABE. BABE NO WAIT...

"Uh before you go don't you think you oughta'... you know."

Put him back on the railing you knocked him off of.

Chell.

[seriousbraindamage]

Wheatley turned around

he stumbled back to Rick

and kicked him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCFDjIOwSVM

[explosion_day]