Wheatley's Voice"Good morning, you have been in suspension for fifty days." A robotic voice intones. "In compliance with state and federal regulations, all testing candidates in the Aperture Science Extended Relaxation Center must be revived periodically for a mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise."More Like This
He misses a beat, and above you, a chattering, British voice starts speaking.
"Nonono. That panel. That one. Yeah- aw, nope. Wrong one. Just get it right, would you?!"
"You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, look up at the ceiling." The first voice continues, as if nothing has happened. Dutifully, when the grackle-squawk of the buzzer sounds, you look up, not anticipating the sudden flow of blood to your head. Aww, cra-
"That's it. That one. No, not that one, you stupid, idiotic-"
"Good. You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the bu
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Wheatley and Chell sat on the couch together. Chell going through papers on one side of the couch and Wheatley clicking through the channels on the other side. Chell had requested that Wheatley did not bother her. Yet he still took numerous glances at her, immediately looking down and twiddling his thumbs when she caught his glance.
Wheatley propped one arm on the couch arm, blowing hair out of his face in slight frustration, but more loneliness. Chell always was away at work.
Wheatley laid down on the couch, putting his legs over the arm of the couch. He inched closer. And closer. And closer. Until he was smiling up at Chell, laying his head on her lap with a look that said "Love-me?" Chell smiled at Wheatley, expecting nothing less from him, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.
Chell stopped abruptly before she kissed him. The lady leaned back, much to Wheatley's disappointment.
"Your hair smells." She remarked plainly.
"W-well..-" Wheatley tr