WheatleyxReader- New Things"AHHHH!!-... Alright, am I alive? Or dead? Probably dead- there is no way this worked- I can't see anything!"More Like This
"Just open your eyes Wheatley!"
"Eyes? Oh yeah, I've got two of them now..." Slowly, the man's eyelids lifted manually, allowing him to see "so I am alive!" He hopped up, then looked down "I've got legs! Look at them! They're pretty long huh?"
"You are kind of tall!" You giggled, standing across from him. You were so glad that the brain transfer turned out well. Wheatley's old little body sat on the ground next to them, the once bright blue light extinguished. He was busy trying out his new semi-human body.
"What are these on my face?" Reaching up, he poked his glasses "you don't have these, why do I?"
"They help you see better, I guess your body needs them" You explained, also excited to see him like this.
"And my hair..." Touching it, he gazed at his reflection in the clean window "you would call it blonde, yeah?"
"Yep. And messy" you laughed
"I don't know how to fix hair! I'
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It was hard for Chell not to become annoyed at the former personality core beside her. For once she had thought he would actually keep quiet that night. But oh no, even in his human body he was still Wheatley. Naive, loud, and compulsively chatty Wheatley. It was now that she realized that it was impossible for Wheatley to keep quite on his own.
"Really cold." Sighing Chell turned over, resisting the urge to glare at him.
'What do you want me to do?'
"I'm cold," he repeated, rubbing his prickling arms, his predicament seeming more pathetic as he then shivered violently. Feeling the spark of annoyance flicker out at the sight Chell realized just how cold it had become. Sure she had gotten used to the increasingly low temperatures at night during her two months away from Aperture but Wheatley had only been away from the heat regulated facility for a mere week. Even a slight chill would create discomfort, especially with the new body he possessed.
In the dark she
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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
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[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
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?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