"Team? No, mate. This- I'm certain of it- is a very elaborate trick. *She* put you here to get back at me. She's mad." Wheatley started shouting, looking up at the sky and stretching his arms out. "Well I get it! You can stop now! I'm Sorr-"

A screech sounded and the surprise from it knocked Wheatley back to the ground. "What in the-" He didn't have a clue what the source could have been, but an eerie lump of concern lodged itself in his throat. Whatever it was was not happy and was probably very scary.

He stood back up and looked at the bulky man. He made all of Wheatley's six feet and seven inches look small. Wheatley felt it too. He felt frail in comparison. 

He ran a nervous hand through his hair and gave an unnaturally large smile. "I s-suppose that is probably something *bad.*" He chuckled. He looked at the smaller man and felt a little more comfortable with his size. "What do you think? I think I've learned my lesson."

He took one more look at his surroundings. His entire life, the scientists had warned him about Android Hell. GLaDOS had threatened to banish him there time and time again. He figured that this must be it. It certainly fit the "scary" part. It confused him though. It seemed oddly peaceful. It was also missing one vital thing: ALL OF THE BANISHED ANDROIDS.

He ran his hand through his hair again. What a mess he'd gotten himself into this time.