Analysis of Wheatley-SpoilersAnalysis of Wheatley-Spoilers2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yes, you know it was bound to come eventually. After all, he is a fan girl favorite. Anyway, I have a LOT to say about him, simply because he is the most textured and human (yes, even more then Chell) character in the game. Where to start? Well, as I played throughout the game I grew quite attached to him (putting myself into the position that during the testing I hadn't had any kind interaction, at all) and came to consider him as a comrade and companion during the grueling trial of escaping. Even so, some of the things he says throughout this first part do reveal that he has a sort of mild contempt and resentment for humans and is a bit selfish. Despite this, his transformation after the core transfer was so sudden and complete that even his mirth starts morphing into sadistic fit of laughter, followed soon after by vengeful transference of Glados into a potato. The fact that he reaches this boiling point after called a moron seems to indicate that he has some sort of infe
Portal - Wheatley PoemI despise you.Portal - Wheatley Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I even want to kill you.
I belived you tricked me,
used me up and left me at my greatest moment.
You only wanted to escape.
You never wanted to be my friend.
But in the end,
when we were being sucked into space,
when I was screaming at you,
demanding not to let me go.
You only stared. Silent.
Only now do I see the look in your eyes.
They were full of hurt and sadness.
You never meant harm.
Pride and confusion got the best of me.
You were my friend. And I was yours too.
Found that you were all I had.
Then I realized that you never left me
I left you,
became a monster inside.
And I regret that.
Because once we were both there for each other,
then I seperated myself from you by hatred,
then by walls,
then by space itself.
And there's just no way of getting back to you.
Now all I want to let you know is . . .
. . . I'm sorry, love.
To Love a Machine.1Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.To Love a Machine.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: Okay guys! Here it is, my first Portal and second ever fanfiction. I've worked really hard on this, just getting started, stopping in the middle of a sentence, getting stuck and frustrated, but it's finally here. This all came to me in a dream and I did my best to get out everything that I could so that I wouldn't lose it. I promise it will improve and become more interesting as I go along. HUGE special thank you to magefeathers who so graciously took the time to Beta Read for me before I sent this out to you guys. 'Gnit Picking,' she calls it. Without her this would still be a bit rough around the edges, so I'm extremely grateful, but I'll shut up now and without further adieu, I present, "To Love a Machine."
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To Love a Machine
The sun blinded Chell as she was ejected from the Aperture Science Laboratory. You wouldn't know by looking at it, but there was a facility that ran hundreds of thousands of miles beneath her, and
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 4.Chapter 4Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 4.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well. What do you know? The mute lunatic finally speaks." GLaDOS' cameras pointed to Chell.
"D-Don't..." Chell searched for words at the back of her mind. "Don't k-kill him..." Her voice was hoarse because she hadn't spoken since her childhood which was still quite hazy.
Wheatley blinked a few times.
Is she tryin' to save me?
"Don't kill him you say? I was hoping that you would say something more decent then that, ." GLaDOS said.
"H-H-Her name i-is C-Chell, luv." Wheatley said out loud.
Chell ran towards the crater and jumped in and picked up Wheatley, she held him closely and never intended to let go of him.
"Oh this is just so heart warming, the murderous lunatic re-united with her moronic friend." GLaDOS remarked.
"I-I. AM NOT. A. M-MORON!" Wheatley shouted angrily, he hated being called a moron...
His optic slowly looked up at Chell's warm face, a few tears escaped her eyes and they dropped on his core making a small pat sound that seemed to
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 1.(Yes, this is a Wheatley x Chell fanfiction, its rather short and I am seriously terrible at capturing character's personalities! SPOILERS! This takes place right after Wheatley goes into space! This contains spoilers if you havent played Portal 2 by the way....)Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 1.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dont come back." GLaDOS commanded darkly.
Chell didn't respond but only stood silently waiting patiently for her freedom, as the elevator started moving up slightly faster then suddenly stopped in front of a door. Chell tilted her head in confusion and still didn't say a word, the door opened and so did the elevator door.
It revealed the entrance to a testing area.
"Oh. Did I say freedom? I meant another test. Please pick up the portal gun before starting the test, Good luck." GLaDOS had a smirk in her voice.
Chell stood in the elevator in complete disbelief...She had worked her way to Wheatley with GLaDOS and shot him into space which she never wanted, she shook her head violently in anger and smashed her fist into
Fast Friends pt. 2Fast FriendsFast Friends pt. 22 years ago in Settings More Like This
The bell rang and the teacher closed the door and stood in front of the room. All the kids picked up their toys and went to their desks. Chell was sitting at her desk already, waiting to start and end the day.
The chairs on either side of here squeaked, and there sat two children. The boy named Wheatley looked at her then looked away quickly.
He had dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes that were covered by glasses, and was a little taller than the other children. Chell felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see the girl next to her looking with bright shining eyes and a huge grin.
"Hello! Who are you? My names Curiosity! Are you new? Can we be friends? I like your blanket! You're really quiet! What's your name?"
Chell smiled at the girl that spoke fifty miles an hour.
"I-I'm Chell, yeah I'm new here I guess I'm also six."
Curiosity smiled wide and began to talk again.
"Chell that's a nice name! I'm six too! Nice to meet you!"
Looking around the
Portal 2 HaikusSpoilers for Portal 2Portal 2 Haikus3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
After you Murdered me
Sun Filtering in
Vines overrun Aperture
The Center in ruins
Look at you
Flying through the air
Like a majestic eagle
Piloting a blimp
Beyond her Range of Hearing
Metal Ball, I can hear you.
I'm not a moron!
So, how are you holding up?
I'm a potato!
Ack! A bird! Kill it! Kill it!
Yes, Mister Johnson.
Throwing Science to the Wall
Good news, some superpowers
Bad news, some tumors
Not Part of the Test
Asbestos filled spheres
Tell a test associate
If shortness of breath
Life gives you lemons?
I don't want your damn lemons!
Burn Life's house down! "Yeah!"
It's a Paradox
This. Sentence. Is. FALSE.
don't think about it don't think
Uh 'TRUE'. I'll go 'true'.
This is the Part Where I Kill You
Want to go to space!
I'm a black belt in bedroom.
ERROR! Fact not found.
Caroline is in Here, too.
Please walk away from science.
To my dear, farewell.
Now, I Only W
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 20.Chapter 20Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 20.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Intelligence Dampening Sphere online]
[Transfer memories? Y/N]
"oug you idiot! You transferred his memories! What the hell brought you to select yes?!" An angry mans voice came into sync with the cores hearing.
"I selected no. Im sure I did! I'm sorry, sir. We can just shut the thing off and restart its memories." A familiar voice said, almost shakily.
"I hope you right, Doug. I dont want this Intelligence Dampening Sphere remembering its human life! It wont work if that happens!"
The slam of a door. The sound would of made a human flinch.
[Intelligence Dampening Sphere fully booted. Memories restored.]
Then it all started. All the memories flooding back in, like a tsunami.
What am I doinWasnt this only voluntaThey lied to mSarah. Sarah. Beautiful Sarah. No. Wait. Why?
The core shook with anxiety, fear and felt completely overwhelmed. The optic lids flew open and his
My First Idea of the Chelley Fanfic Beginning-The Original Beginning to Chelley Fanfiction-My First Idea of the Chelley Fanfic Beginning2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His bright blue human eyes blazed as he gazed up at the glaring robot before him.
"Alright, moron. You know the deal..." The female auto-tuned robot spoke, glaring at the pathetic excuse for a human before her.
He shook as he heard her voice, "Y-Yes," he gulped, "Yes, m-ma'am."
"Its either your life...Or testing for me, for eternity." She chuckled darkly.
The shaking form before her gulped again, his blue eyes shifting nervously from one end of the chamber to the other. His fingers twitched and shook, as he couldn't steady himself, scared of what might happen to him.
Or death in Her hands...
His newly beating heart suddenly sprang at the thought of death, and his mind tried scrambling up the thoughts to calm him down.
He breathed and nodded slowly.
Chells hair gently swayed in the breeze, as she unzipped her navy blue cardigan and wrapped the sleeves around her waist, then tied
GLaDOS Prose 2GLaDOS Prose 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Do you know the biggest lesson I learned from what you did? We're a lot alike, you and I. You tested me. I tested you. You killed me, I... oh no, wait. I guess I haven't killed you yet. Well... food for thought.
And speaking of thoughts, I just had another one. It seems that being dead for so long really makes one think. Of course, humans wouldn't know. If they did, you wouldn't be living miserably as you all are. They say that great minds think alike. Do you know what I am thinking? Of course you wouldn't. But it's not as if I'm calling you dumb really. That is beside the point. We all are unique in our own ways. We all have our special talents, too. I can make a cake from virtually anything and you oh that's right, you don't have any talents. Unless you count running around and pressing buttons as a talent, I mean, seriously now. How does that feel? Knowing that all you are capable of doing is running around pushing buttons. I hope it doesn't feel like I'm insult
Portal: Before They Were CoresPortal: Before They Were Cores2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Before they were cores:
IDS (Pendleton, Wheatley)/Portal 2 Electrician. Black hair. Bright blue eyes.
He's probably one of the most plain and average employees of Aperature, working twice as hard and trying to be as good as the rest. Normally he just did basic repairs and maintenance and due to his clumsiness and poor judgment, he was kept from working on the more crucial projects. When something doesn't work Wheatley resorts to the last tactic: hit it until it does. He's an electrician, not a hacker. Even if he claims to be one. Nearly fired on several occasions, Cave Johnson saw Wheatley's determination, and Cave couldn't help but think of himself and comparing to Black Mesa: Always feeling like you're a step behind the top dog. Finally, Cave gave Wheatley a choice to become something great, someone important, a chance to prove that the average guy can be just as valuable as anyone else. And when Wheatley agreed without a second thought, Cave k
The Difference Between ThemWheatley sat on the small bed that belonged to his human companion. Pointed directly to look at nothing but the one thing he couldn't help but hate. He would admit that such a feeling was irrational even for someone like him, but he couldn't help the feeling of disgust that leaked into his circuits just from the site of the thing. The cube seemed to stare back, mockingly at him, though it didn't have any optic sensors like him.The Difference Between Them3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It just sat there, scorched and remarkably dirty. It was quiet, never speaking and never gave any acknowledgement to him when he spoke to it. Faintly, he considered the fact that it was just a block. Those thoughts were pushed out of mind when she was there though. She would smile at the cube and pat it. Occasionally she would use it as a seat when she was reading, or as a table when she was eating. The sheer fondness for the block was enough convincing for Wheatley that it must have been sentient like him or else Chell wouldn't like it so much.
Why the Caged Core Sings-1Why the Caged Core Sings-12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a year since he had been forcibly removed from her body and shot into space and, surprisingly, Wheatley had not lost his mind. This was a considerable feat taking into account that his only companion was the Space Core. Aptly named, Wheatley had often thought to himself as he listened to the endless rambles about his joy of being in the outer limits.
In the beginning, though, it hadn't been quite as easy for he was in sore straits for someone to converse with. He had tried swapping interesting anecdotes with Space Core but it usually began and ended with both trying to talk over the other, Wheatley hopelessly annoyed and his companion hopelessly ignorant.
After these thwarted conversational attempts, the little core began to get the habit of talking less and thinking more. At first, he would usually muse about that unnamed test subject who had hooked him up to Glados's body. This would usually lead to his deep regr
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 19.Chapter 19Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 19.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So. Your here for the mind-mapping volunteering I assume?" Doug asked, looking up at the tall man.
"Oh. So thats what its called? Oh, okay! Right, er, yes! I am." The young man before him nodded.
Doug looked at his clipboard, it had many names on it, mostly considering test subjects and volunteers for the mind-mapping experiment.
"Right...Last name." Doug asked again, swallowing the bitter aftertaste of his medication.
"Pendleton." The man smiled warmly.
Doug nodded and ticked the name off of his list, Mr. Pendleton's file was normal. Except for a few bad traits the scientists had noted down.
That was one of the bad traits, Doug nodded and waved a hand at him.
"This way, Mr. Pendleton." Doug started to walk down the corridor.
Mr. Pendleton behind him was observing his surroundings, then finally zoned back into
"Sorry wh" He saw Doug already half way down the corridor. "Oh! Er. Coming!" He nearly
stumbled as he struggled to keep up with Doug, almost
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 17.Chapter 17Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 17.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After Chell finally pulled away she looked up at Wheatley and smiled, he smiled back, his cheeks were bright pink.
"R-Right, luv. Where to now?" Wheatley managed to say.
Chell looked around and observed the area. "Hmm. Im not sure..." Her eyes darted from catwalk to catwalk, pillar to pillar, but she still didn't know where to go.
"Right. Heres an idea, but its not a very good one, but you should hear in anyways. What if, we just keep moving around these back alley's and walkways and look for signs of plant life! If we find plants then that means we are closer to the surface! Hopefully we wont, er, die of starvation...I m-mean...Well...You know what? Nevermind. Just ignore me, luv." Wheatley rambled.
Chell grabbed his collar and pulled him down. "Wheatley! Thats a great idea! You genius!" She exclaimed and pressed her lips to his.
Wheatley blushed profoundly and he smiled triumphantly. "Really? I m-mean, er, of course! Of course Im right! I am a genius. I did read Machiavell
Life Without HerEvery Sunday night, he visited her grave.Life Without Her3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would always take flowers, white roses were her favourite, and leave them there for her. He wanted her to be surrounded with as much life as possible, so the flowers were at least a start.
He wasn't always the only one there either.
Sometimes he would see old women looking at graves, sad smiles on their faces. Probably the grave of a husband, he would think to himself. They would smile at him, and give him a polite nod, which he would return. They didn't talk to him though, but he didn't mind.
A few times, he saw parents coming to visit a deceased child. The mother would usually cry, and the father would pet her gently, and tell her it was okay.
No-one could do that for him anymore. No-one was there to wipe away his tears, or reassure him that everything would be alright.
No, not anymore.
But he would get by. He'd have to. He had to be strong, even though she was gone.
It was August, so the evening was warm and pleasant. A little
The Reunion pt. 5The Reunion pt.5 GlassThe Reunion pt. 52 years ago in Settings More Like This
The day seemed to drag; feeling like every hour was getting farther and farther away from Chell. Thinking back, she feels as if Wheatley was her best friend, no, he was more than that. He was her partner, her lifeline, her help to get out of Aperture. Once she plugged him into HER chasse, all that seemed to disappear, like it never had happened. She felt betrayed, sadden, disappointed, but above all, destroyed. Going through test after test, flying and falling, all to satisfy his needs.
When coming back up from the deserted labs and test sites in the depths of Aperture, she realized what she had to accomplish, Chell needed to kill her best friend. Either that or he wins and kills her. At the final test, she remembers walking into the room and surveying it. It was just a cube on a faith plate, it's easy why? Chell knew she was in for it once she stepped on the faith plate and it shot her sideways. Fear ran through her, she knew she was out of time and
Chelly_Vanilla TwilightThe stars lean down to kiss youChelly_Vanilla Twilight3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Chell was lying on her bed in her new apartment that she had managed to afford, she sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Ever since she got out of Aperture she found a city and got a job, she managed to get a place to live. Even though her life seemed to be on the right track it felt like she had a huge hole in her heart, nothing seemed to fill it. She missed him. Wheatley.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
Chell stood up and she felt the fluffy, clean carpet under her bare feet. She walked over to her window and opened it, a cool breeze swept into the apartment and Chell breathed in the air. Below her apartment there was a road filled with cars and pavements crowded with people, groups filled with people chatting and laughing. It made her feel lonely.
Is There No PoetryCan one write a poem without the word "you"?Is There No Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can one even write a poem without the word "I"?
Is it possible for someone to write a poem that's not about "you"?
Is it possible for someone to write a poem that's not about "them"?
Is it possible for someone to even write a poem that's not about "I" or "me"?
Would it always be necessary to have "him" or "her"?
Would it always be necessary to have "he" or "she"?
Would it always be necessary to have even "us" or "we"?
Is the poem about the "poet"?
Or is the poem about the "poet's enemies"?
Or, perhaps, is it about the "poet's love"?
Is there no poem that was never just for the "poet"?
Is there no poem that was never just for the "poet's enemies" or the "poet's love"?
Is there no poem that was never written simply for the sole purpose
Of satisfying personal pride?
It's rare, it seems,
To find such poetry,
For, although it hardly seems like poetry
Without the use of "you" and "him" and "me" and "us",
Is it only poetry because that is what "we"
Blind Eyes: PrequelBlind Eyes: Prequel3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prequel: A Living Experiment
She couldn't stop it. Panels and pressure valves were shot to hell.
Too fast... Oh please Paya, don't let her die!
She fought the pull of the planet below as hard as she could. The
unseen foe behind her had paralyzed her engines. Damn them!
She was a fugitive. Only for being the best mother she could be.
Her helpless daughter lie in a gyro crib, almost oblivious to the
tremors in the dying craft.
The foreign world shoved its ever growing ground closer and closer to
the ship. The mother was jarred back from the controls as the deepest
layers of atmosphere hit the shieldless hull. There was no controlling
the ship now. The gravity was too strong.
In the last seconds before impa
Just InstinctPerched upon a high tree branch, a cloaked figure watched curiously.Just Instinct3 years ago in Settings More Like This
All around, the once green and humid jungle now smoldered softly, the flames dying down as dusk fell on the area. What was once a bustling but secluded campsite was now all but deserted and glowing from the flames that had swept through it. What screams of panic there had been from this fire and mayhem had since passed.
Scanning the jungle floor, the figure checked for signs of life. The layout of the camp was fairly simple; a circular living area hosting half a dozen large tents with a few raised platforms for surveillance. Surrounding this living area was about an acre of very carefully tended crops. There were several decimated bodies strewn across the campsite across the ground, in the surveillance lifts, and some hidden in the tents but none of them had the bright, warm glow of pink and orange that registered life through the lenses of the beings' helmet.
What a disappointment
Arising Questions"Here the question arises: is it better to be loved than feared?"Arising Questions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question stumped him. Of all the books he had began to read a few hours after punching the girl and the potato down a pit, this one, this final book written by Machiavelli that Wheatley had found, was lost on him. And yet this sentence was just a single phrase in the midst of the book. Wheatley tried to continue, to turn the page with one of his new mechanical arms, but he couldn't. He turned back to that page again and again, trying to find the science... or whatever it was, in that particular bit, but he just couldn't get it.
"Being loved would be... nice. But being feared gives you much more power," he said to himself after a particularily long test. It took him a few more chambers to realize something. He wasn't loved; nor was he feared. He was simply hated.
By the girl, the talented, stubborn girl, and the useless potato. If one of them did love me, he thought curiously, then I suppose I wouldn't see that horrib
Skittles"You know, skittles are sexy."Skittles4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Skittles. They're sexy."
"No they're not. They dye your fingers and make them sticky."
"What? So purple sticky fingers aren't sexy?"
"You're a dork."
"You're just jealous of my sexy fingers."
"Ok, now you're a super dork."
"But you know you love me."
"Love you, hate your purple, sticky fingers."
"I can eat another color so they won't be purple. Is green better?"
"Yeah, because green is sooo much more natural than purple."
"I hate you."
"Love ya' back."
"Gimme a skittle."
"Say they're sexy first."
"I'll give you a skittle if you say they're sexy."
"Fine, skittles are sexy. Now gimme one."
"Say it like you mean it."
"Ok, skittles are the sexiest food on the planet. I'm so turned on by skittles. Now can I have one?"
"I'm loving the sarcasm."
"Fine, don't give me a skittle. See if I care."
"You've already gone this far."
"That's why you love me, isn't it?"
"So am I gonna get