A/N: Well, hi you guys. I've gone through a name change, but it's me! Mostly Harmless! It's been a loooong time, hasn't it? I'm so sorry for abandoning you all. D: I hope this makes up for it. It came to me like a flippin' bat out of heck yesterday and finally broke me out of my writing funk. So enjoy! Oh, quick note: this prologue is first person, but the rest of the story will be third person. On with the show!
We've known each other for a long time, me and Chell. Well, it feels like a long time. Well, it feels like a long time to me, and of course I can't speak for her, I'm no mind reader. I can barely read my own mind sometimes. In reality, we've known each other for five years, but to me, it seems like a lifetime. Sounds cheesy, I know, but it's true.
The point here being that I know practically everything about her, and I've been there for her in times that were darker than that one room in the basement where all the robots scream at you. What's up with that, anyway? That's not a test or anything even remotely useful. It's just ominous.
I'm getting sidetracked, even in this...position. If Chell knew she would laugh and roll her eyes. Or maybe not. She actually looks pretty far from laughing right now. In fact, in all the years we've known each other, never, ever, have I seen such a terrified look on her face. I put my hand on one half of the cold metal pincer that is tightly positioned over my chest as it dangles me several feet in the air. Half-heartedly I try to push it off, but I know there's no moving it. It tightens slightly and I wince. I see Chell jump a bit, from her own midair restraint. She murmurs my name, and I can't help but smile, despite the dire situation. My name leaving her lips...it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, and fills me with inexplicable joy and pride. Chell is a woman of few words. Most of our coworkers used to think she was mute. The ones who knew she wasn't usually wrote her off as an antisocial creep. Funny, isn't it, that her best friend would end up being me, the most talkative one of the lot. I guess it makes for a good balance. She always listens to me, even when I've been rambling on about nothing for ages.
"No, don't cry, luv." I say, noticing tears beading in the corners of her eyes. "It'll be okay." I nod confidently. She knows that's a lie. We both know, only one of us is coming out of this alive. And it's not me. I'm not afraid. For once in my life I feel absolutely no fear of what looms ahead of me. I think I'm ready. I just wish I could have had more time with her. Because, yeah, it feels like a lifetime to me but...even a lifetime with Chell would never be enough. And I really wish I had told her how much she really means to me.
"I..." she begins. "Wheatley, I-" The claw around me loosens for a split second before snapping harshly closed with brutal efficiency, interrupting her in the cruelest way. Chell ends her sentence with an incoherent scream as my vision darkens...
A/N: Short and dark prologue is short and dark. And short. Now the real story can start :D As always, review, review, review! Kudos to everyone who knows where my new pen name came from. (Hint: If you're reading Portal fanfic, you should definitely know it...) First person to answer might get a special gift...(Second Hint: The gift may or may not be a cameo...)