A/N - Hi guys! BritCakes here with a new story. I've recently gotten into the Portal fandom and I hope that you guys will accept and become my friends :3. This is my first portal fic so please enjoy. It's Established!Chelley and it also contains Slender Man. Depending on what people think and if they tell me to continue it, I will. I will also try to update as much as regularly as I can.
I don't own Portal and any characters in it - Portal belongs to Valve
Sebastian Sulliven belongs to my friend Thea.
Short prologue is short...
We didn't want to go, we didn't want to kill them, but its persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same time…'
Life was as normal as it probably could get since Chell and Wheatley left Aperture. Sure, there was always the constant nightmares of their time there and the mental scars - but it was mostly behind them. They even got Chell's first Companion Cube as a memento of their survival.
After many months of searching for a civilised place, they found a town. They bought a nice and comfortable house and got settled.
Although a bit awkward from being in a desolate place for a long time, they managed to make some friends and even get jobs. Chell worked as a barista in a small coffee shop ("There's no science, portals, gels, or combustible lemons involved,") and Wheatley worked at Sulliven's Tech Support.
His boss, Sebastian Sulliven, was an asshole. Despite all his efforts, he couldn't avoid him. No one could and it seemed he had a hatred for just about everybody working there.
When ever their neighbors talked about The girl who escaped Aperture, they would look at each other and laugh. They would laugh because they were afraid they would be found out. Neither Chell or Wheatley could live knowing that they would keep questioning them on how it was or whatever.
Chell and Wheatley were keeping secrets from everyone; only the brunette and the blond knew.
They were being watched.
They're not sure who by but they can feel them standing infront of the window, peering down into the room and watching their every move.
The mysterious figure would occasionally tap on the window and call their names. The voice was a hushed whisper - eerie and unsettling. There was a hint of a voice, too low to be identified.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Silence.