Troll Wheatley

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( Younger troll Wheatley here. [link] More info below. )
Troll Wheatley => [link] Troll GLaDOS => [link]

Your name is Wheatley and you do not belong on “The Aperture”, a lab ship. After some sort of mix up you ended up on the wrong ship once you came of age. As soon as you noticed where you were you quickly asked to be placed on the right ship. You were told that the error would be fixed soon but as days turned in to sweeps you knew you were never going to your rightful place. You were never going to live out your purpose of telling jokes and acting.

They tried to give you many jobs on the ship, most of which you failed. In the end they gave you an easy job, looking after some of the low bloods. Dirty low bloods you say. You never had a problem with trolls of a lower blood color till you got on the ship. Your quadrants are still a mess. You still have a blackrom with the Adventuring troll but everything else is empty, or in the case of your redrom, an on and off relationship. A troll your sweeps would be in HUGE trouble due to your quadrants, but due to the events that are about to happen you doubt anyone is going to care about their mate.

You happened to walk in to a conversation the QUIET high blood and the REALLY MEAN yellow blood were having. Turns out the high blood didn’t like the way the ship was being run (This was something you thought was HIGHLY odd) and was giving the yellow blood something very important so she could over throw the ship. They found out you were listening in and you were told that as long as you helped with the plan you wouldn’t be killed. Of course you took this offer. Now your stuck, sitting around waiting for the moment to arrive. You want to warn your other high blood friends about what’s about to happen but you can't form the right words. It feels like the first time in your life you couldn’t form the right words.

Art is by my friend Sly-Bandit [link]

Colors and line art are by me, Gimeurcookie.