Giant Wheatley / Tiny Chell - 'Something Warm'“Hey, y-you alright?” Wheatley asked as he turned his flashlight towards the tiny portal-gun-wielding human who had suddenly stopped to lean tiredly on one of the paneled walls, her portal gun dangling heavily from one hand. For the last hour or so he had begun to notice that she wasn’t acting quite like her usual endless-puzzle-solving self. He was worried she had started to malfunction, or else-Giant Wheatley / Tiny Chell - 'Something Warm'2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh! Are you- are you tired?” he asked, remembering that the human creatures only had so much energy to expend before having to recharge by eating and/or sleeping. In her case at least it probably also didn’t help that now, since she wasn’t in Her test chambers, she didn’t have the constant supply of adrenal-vapor-saturated-oxygen that would otherwise keep her going longer.
For personality constructs like himself, as well as most everything else in the facility, having to recharge was something they did only on the rare o
DomesticChell leaned back, resting her weight on the curved metal bearings of her boots. Blood pulsed in her ears and her fingers, which were currently gripped hard around the portal gun. The jump in front of her could potentially be very challenging, possibly even deadly, not that that deterred her much from taking it - most of the jumps in Aperture were that way. Still, though, she allowed herself a moment to catch her breath, to plan her route, to calculate her chances of success. They were relatively low, when she got down to the bottom of it, but then she'd never been one for the simple solution, especially not here. "Simplicity" was the very antithesis of Aperture, probably the antithesis of science itself.Domestic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She sighed and, with just a moment's preparation, began running full-speed down the long catwalk stretching out in front of her. As she did, she aimed the portal gun in front of and below her, firing it through the grated surface, grinning as a bright blue ring appeared on a single pa
Ready Or NotWheatley woke up before dawn. Exactly why he had done so, he did not know, but he wasn’t upset about the fact that it was such an early hour. He had been having a good dream, it seemed, from the lingering half-smile on his face, but he couldn’t figure out what that had been about either. Briefly he considered attempting to go back to sleep and see if he could continue whatever the dream was, but then decided he wasn’t drowsy enough. Suppressing a groan, he sat up, simultaneously stretching and grasping for his glasses that sat on the floor next to the mattress. He knew the floor wasn’t the best place to keep something as fragile as glasses -- trust him, he’d already broken two pairs from rolling off the bed alone -- but putting them on a table meant they’d be out of reach, and heaven forbid he should have to stand up in the morning (seriously, though, he was already clumsy enough without grogginess hindering his movements).Ready Or Not2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With his glasses on
Test Of Humanity 1Deep within the bowels of the Aperture Science facilities, the robotic entity known simply as Glados watched with mild interest on the various monitors her current test subjects' latest project. It was a fairly straightforward experiment. She would have Atlas and P-Body solve a simple puzzle, then, move to another room that looked almost identical to the previous one yet had very subtle changes to them. The sentient machine wanted to see if the two robots could adapt to small changes in their environment and learn new ways to solve essentially the same puzzle.Test Of Humanity 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unfortunately, the simplicity of such a test (to her at least) was that it got boring after a while. Not that it was predictable. It wasn't since how fast the two adapted had a surprising amount of variation to Glados's amusement. Sometimes Atlas and P-Body solved their tests with relative ease. Other times, such as with room they were currently in, it took them accidentally dismembering themselves several times before finally re
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,Escape From Reality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream of a calmer time when I didn't cry.
To slumber alone in those sunshine days,
Where I was at peace: away from the craze,
Yet I fear I'm wondering lost in their urban plague.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I escape to a darker place where I can die.
To linger awhile in that luminous night,
Where I can be content: caught in the daze,
Yet I know I'm struggling now in this hopeless phase.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I think of a serene dawn while I sigh.
To vacate away in that voidless space,
Where I shall be alive: independent of that maze,
Yet I wake I'm choking air in that distant place.
But I'm just silently screaming!
From all this dismal dreaming,
When all my tears are sorrowfully streaming!
From my horrid heart that's bleeding,
Can't you see how hard I'm pleading!
1. After the Game - ChellWho knew the outside world was so boring?1. After the Game - Chell4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
There's almost nothing here but grass and space.
But it was amazing.
Air moved out here, kind of like when you fall off a platform into a portal. But it wasn't as strong; it was just enough to tickle her.
The air was also warm. It was so much warmer outside than in the Enrichment Center, where it was a cooler temperature to keep everything running smoothly. Or so she was told. Everything but the humans.
The only materials she could ever remember handling were metal and concrete tile. That's literally all there is to work with down in Aperture. She had kicked off her long fall boots and ran around the little shed. The dirt - or what she assumed was dirt - clung in between her toes, and gave way slightly with each step she took. It was pleasantly cool, and pleased her. The dirt she felt inside was slimy, and didn't look like it wanted to be touched. She had avoided it.
Grass wasn't so fun to run through. It made her itch and even cut her in place
Guess Who's TalkingI will never understand the human obsession with their dates of birth. What is the significance of the day you were born? And that was a rhetorical question, because there is no significance. It’s not the day you came into existence, but humans don’t celebrate the date of conception. Just the thought of discussing conception makes most humans blush.Guess Who's Talking4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And it isn’t like once you are born, you own that day. Many humans share birthdates. What’s the point of celebrating something that isn’t yours? For example, something worth celebrating is when you throw a moron out into space and exile a dangerous, mute lunatic from your facility. That would be a victory all your own. Something even worth using the good confetti for.
Birthdays are not worth the last bag of the good confetti. But then again, neither are humans, unless of course you’re celebrating their departure.
Still, though, since it is your birthday, and those are imp
ChellxWheatley: LiliesWheatley sighed and shut yet another handbook, carelessly tossing it onto the collecting pile of handbooks on his bed. Seriously, confessing shouldn't be this hard! All he had to do was walk up to Chell, tell her he loved her and then if she rejected him, go sulk in a corner somewhere. And therein laid the problem, whenever he tried to confess he got nervous, and whenever he got nervous he rambled, and whenever he rambled the topic strayed from what its original intention was entirely (the last time he had tried to confess, somehow the conversation had ended with a theory between the two of them that the Aperture Science-Black Mesa rivalry began when Black Mesa beat Aperture in a softball game). He took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, exactly how long had he been going at this?ChellxWheatley: Lilies4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well," he thought allowed, replacing his glasses on his face and instead running a hand through near-perpetually messy hair, "maybe if all these guidebooks didn't spout rubbish I wouldn't be havi
1. After the Game - WheatleySpace isn't fun.1. After the Game - Wheatley4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Not that he believed there ever was a possibility of it being fun.
At least the little guy seemed to be having a ball.
But he wasn't. Space is boring.
He tried talking to the little guy, tried to spark a conversation, but it's no use! He's corrupted! All he can do is TALK ABOUT SPACE!
Space. Space suit, space cops, space stars, space BLOODY SPACE! Space. How was it he became obsessed with SPACE???! Of everything to be obsessed with, why did he choose a big area of absolutely nothing but rock, gas, debris, and... nothing!!?!
If the little guy were Rick, at least he'd be able to have a conversation. Granted, it'd probably be about girls, and the dangers of space, but at least it wasn't crazy babbling all day every day.
Soon he'll be bored of space. Soon he'll be so bored, he'll be begging for home. He will be bored to the point where he could care less about space and be somewhat normal again.
God, he is SO ANNOYING! He pleaded with him to shut up, to give him a
The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;The Black Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.
Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.
Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
Only Disappointmentit was my absence that spelled freedom for those who dreamt like you. and it was my misery that blew out like a tired, dry monsoon when i asked you what the matter was.Only Disappointment3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i may have gone too far, if we forget that you did not. but truth is, you did. you always asked me to move on. [with underlying bits of how being so far from me isn't right for you]
of course. i just needed to be there.
and how can you be so okay with doing this to me?
so why am i sitting here again?
because there's a you in my head that keeps telling me i'm wrong. and i'm tired because i only feel worse for things i didn't do. i feel miserable for having the wrong genetic make-up. i hate myself for not being the person you needed.
i am tired because i am not that person. and something in me cannot fathom that. [you know. the part of me that cared too much? the one you loved most?] but i'll tell you this much.
i am not afraid to hurt you this time.
i am not afraid to say things on my mind.
i am not afraid of your silenc
Another Chelley one-shot"Why do you keep him?"Another Chelley one-shot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chell paused, cocoa mug halfway to her mouth to cast a questioning look at the Adventure Core. Rick perched on the edge of her sofa, one ankle over his knee, the look on his face somewhere between curiosity and accusation. He shifted, recrossing his legs, before settling that intense stare back on her.
"I mean, I understand you getting us all out of there; you're a very thoughtful young lady. And I even understand you're setting us up in our own lives out here. And not wanting to rent another apartment until he can afford his own rent, but why do you let him stay here? Isn't he, like, a safety hazard or something?"
She sighed, putting down the hot chocolate she'd been so looking forward to.
"He could stay with Fact and Craft. They've got plenty of space in that flat of theirs."
She shook her head.
"What about Morality? Doesn't she have a condo now?"
Chell rolled her eyes. Yes, and she's renting to Rage and Curiosity.
"Even Space and I'
Portal 2: Remember FinalIt's a terrible moment for anyone to discover a ruined surprise. After someone took so much time, work and planning to do something special for someone they care deeply for, only to turn and see them standing right behind them. They saw everything. They know everything. And then the feelings erupt: nausea, frustration, heartbreak, disappointment, humiliation and more all combined into one painfully numbing feeling that leaves one speechless and standing there like an idiot. There's no excuse, they can't think of a good lie to cover it up and all they can do is stand there and babble apologies and try to explain themselves. In some cases, the person they failed to surprise feels very awkward with the surprise ruined and unsure of what to do, making them both feel worse. However, in most cases they feel so happy and grateful that they did all this just to make them happy, all I forgotten and the surprise can be enjoyed. In a sense, surprises lead to more surprises.Portal 2: Remember Final4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been over a yea
Portal 2: Lament For TwoSometimes I look to Heaven,Portal 2: Lament For Two4 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then I think of you.
I wonder if you look down to Hell,
And spare a thought on me.
What is it like to drift there, weightless,
With angles to keep you safe?
What is it like to sleep amongst the stars,
And wake cloaked in stellar dew?
Do you sketch the constellations?
Do you chart how the cosmos move?
Do you ever dream of how Hell was?
Do you ever wish you hadn't left?
I didn't get to say farewell to you,
As Hell pulled me back inside.
I didn't get to apologize,
For the times I let you down.
I should have listened,
When you told me what to do.
I should have caught you,
When you put your trust in me.
I should have loved you then,
As I find I love you now.
Now we are worlds apart,
And I can only sit and wonder.
My mind often drifts back to you,
As I wander fields that bear your name.
1. After the Game - GLaDOSShe lied. Again.1. After the Game - GLaDOS4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
And this time, she was almost sorry.
She did not delete Caroline. The truth is, she couldn't. But what would one more little lie do?
Or she hoped. There was a very small chance Chell had any connection to Caroline in any way, and a much smaller chance that it would affect anyone's life if they thought Caroline was alive or dead.
Maybe her parents. Her sister.
But nothing that could change the world.
Plus, Chell cannot talk. So that's just perfect.
She was a fraction from being positive that lying would do absolutely nothing.
This small discrepancy made her want to test.
It was good to be back, even if her Enrichment Center has been indefinitely scarred beyond repair; mechanically, digitally, and physically.
Her 'body' felt used, dirty, like she desperately needed a shower.
But that was the fresh potato coming back to haunt her.
Being Caroline taught her many valuable lessons.
Life isn't all about testing. Doing sc
HungryHungry.Hungry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the first thought to seep into my brain as I awoke. Eyelids fluttered open, eyes darted about, surveying my room like it was unfamiliar territory, like I needed to be wary.
The brightness. After the hunger, it was the next thing I noticed. The room seemed brighter then it had any right to be in the mid morning. I stole a glance at the pulsating green of the clock beside my bed.
Looking at the little green beacons was like staring into alien suns. My eyes watered profusely. Through squinting, burning, blurring eyes, I could just barely make out the digits before I was forced to avert my gaze.
How was it possible for my room to be lit up like a Christmas tree at ten past two, in the AM, in the dead of winter? Springing from bed, a glance out the window confirmed the stars were in the middle of their eternity old repetitive dance over the glistening snow, but even outside, it was clear as day.
That was a mystery to be solved later. Now more p
I wishI wish you were here.I wish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were in my arms,
your lips on mine,
loving me forever, keeping at bay my every fear.
I wish I was there.
Iwish I could sleep with you singing our song in my ear,
your kiss on my lips,
holding me tight,
and to have every morning be our to share.
I wish I had one arm around your neck; the other in your strong hand.
I wish we were slow dancing the night away, going in small circles, the music vibrating throughout the land.
I wish I could feel your kiss on my skin; I wish I could feel your butterfly kisses, traveling up and down my body,
sending chills down my spine,
tearing apart my defenses; making them paper thin.
I wish.. I wish.. I wish in vain.
I long for your touch, your voice, your embrace,
I imagine it all,
I simply can't help it.
These wishes I wish--
are all I can do to keep my self sane.
Portal factoryPortal factory3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now a portal's tale isn't quite as nice
as the story we knew of lemons and spice,
but a portal's easy once you get to know it,
with the help of the science of an Aperture portal device.
Let's delve deeper into Hawkings philosophy
Far beyond that of the black hole mythology
It's easy to misjudge Apeture science underground city
With it's testing chambers and portal techology
But with all great things comes a great responsibility
That of Aperture's being portal stabibility
How, you ask, are they up to the task
To which the answer is in a simple manufacturing facility
In the Portal gun Factory, where portal physics come true
In the Portal Gun Factory, where not a single defective one gets through
Power tastes like cherry soda"So this is what power feels like?" Wheatley said as he moved the lift with Chell on board. Chell looked on as the happy android spun around in his new body surprising light on his feet dispite his giagantic size. Since replacing the tyrant GLaDOS with Wheatley the shaggy blonde human like robot had undergone a major change. His body had grown gigantic as if to fit the scale of the supremacy he now wielded.Power tastes like cherry soda3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Wow, this is brilliant. I'm massive!" He said with a chuckle. He looked himself over again and again. Chell smirked at the giant android. It was nice to be friends with a robot who didn't want to kill you or make you run through horrible tests for cake, or called you fat. Wheatley seemed to be a very good natured android though he seemed a bit off. He rambled on and on at any subject brought up and tended to be a bit of coward, not to mention he wasn't as smart as the other android cores she'd met but it seemed he always tried his best with any challenges that GLaDOS threw at them.
Freaky Fred's PoemHello new friend, my name is FredFreaky Fred's Poem4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear aunt Muriel,
and just how I've been... naughty.
Voila the farm. My aunt lives here,
with precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beats fast as I drew near,
I feel so nice... and naughty.
I thought just how excited they,
must be that I would come today,
they'd shout "come Fred! huzzah! hooray!
Dear boy you look so... naughty."
That's when my tired eyes beheld,
a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled,
D-O-G, is what he spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.
Alone was I, with tender Courage,
and all his fur, his furry furrage,
which, I say, did encourage,
me, to be... quite naughty.
Courage... your hair...
it reminds me of the first time I knew just how,
I felt, about hair.
It was a day, I'd not forget,
the day that I first met my pet,
oh what a lovely gift to get,
I'd never felt so..
TonightTonight.Tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you laid your head against my shoulder
With your hand on my chest
And closed those beautiful blue eyes
Your slender form embraced by my arms
I felt so proud to be able to call you mine.
At rest, and at peace
Like silken thread in the moon's light.
Like pure, soft snow.
The easy rhythm of your breathing.
Like waves lapping gently at the shore.
The beat of your heart.
Close, clear, comforting.
You stir, and nuzzle contentedly into my neck.
I am powerless to do anything but smile.
A dying RoseA dying Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A rose's bud,
red, pure, and true;
captured a poet's heart,
captured her through and through.
She watched in wonder,
amazed as it began to bloom;
its beauty, its promises-
a light in her greyest gloom.
Evil crouched ever so close,
pain nibbled at its leaves;
hurt swallowing her whole,
the poet, she now bereaves.
It's color she sees dimming,
it's petals marred and falling;
she pours her tears unto it,
her heart yearning, screaming, calling.
The petals drop,
one by one;
gliding gently to the floor,
in battle, death has won.
Remaining in her heart,
a rose before demise;
a young poet looks onward,
waiting for a new rose to arise.
Chell Versus WheatleyVersusChell Versus Wheatley4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Cheeeell Where are yooou..?" A blonde haired man with blue eyes asked into the darkness of the bedroom his room mate Chell slept in.
"Somewhere you don't need to know," Chell replied back to him, her voice quiet, yet playful. The blonde man named Wheatley shuffled his feet around in a circle, thinking to himself where she could be. A light bulb clicked on above his head, and he quietly sneaked upstairs.
"Marco?" He asked
"Do you expect me to answer that?"
"Yes." Wheatley pouted, totally unaware that she had answered. He pouted all the way to the first door of three doors lined up in the hallway. Then a smile crept onto his face. He'd flush her out. One way or another. He placed his hand on the door knob
"Chell versus DOOR OPENING ABILITY!" Wheatley shouted dramatically, looking into the darkness of the laundry room. The only sounds were the washer and dryer rumbling and tumbling their contents. Wheatley immediately got out and eyed the next door, that was o
Would It MatterIf I didn't show at school tomorrow,Would It Matter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would anyone notice?
Would anyone care?
If marks appeared across my wrists,
If I bled tears everyday of every night,
In whose life would it make any difference?
To whom would it matter?
If deaths sharp knife cut my life short,
Who would miss me?
Who would notice the loss of one soul;
The loss of my soul?
To whom would it matter?
To my angels... It would matter.
To the happy go lucky girl,
Who says everything and loves everyone.
Who loves the oddest of foods and fizzy drink mixes plain.
To the boy who cares too much for others,
And Not nearly enough for himself.
Whose humbleness blinds him from seeing the blessing that he is.
To the boy who hides is the shadows;
Afraid of light and trust.
Completely oblivious to how needed he is in people's lives.
And to the poet;
Who says little, but feels everything.
Who's companionship and comforting hugs have saved me from many a break down and trips to an asylum.
To these angels,
It would matter.