KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Who could be at her door at such an hour?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Alright! I'm coming!" She yelled to the person knocking.
They stopped knocking.
She went up to the door, opened it, and asked the guy there (who was holding flowers for some reason) why he was knocking on her door at such an hour.
"Who are you, and why are you knocking on my door at 3 in the morning." She asked.
Suddenly, the man fell to his knees and started gushing out apologies so fast that they sounded like gibberish.
"Are you okay?" She asked, poking him lightly.
"i'msorryididn'tmeantopunchyoudownaholeortrytokillyouorthrowbombsatyouormakeyoutestorcrushyouwithMrMashyi'msorryI'MAMONSTER!" The seemingly British man said mostly incoherently.
"You need to slow down!" She told him.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He yelled.
She knew that voice, especially when it wasn't yelling out gibberish.
"Wheatley?" She asked suspiciously.
"You know, I should totally be surprised you can talk, butPLEASEDON'TKILLME!" He yelled.
She pulled him inside and through him on the floor.
"How are you... Here?" She asked, yet again, suspiciously.
"I, I, I don't really know! One second I'm in space, the next second She is telling me to go get information on human culture! I think there's something in me head, because she keeps talking to me! And I still cannot believe she sent me out here with absolutely no safeguards or backup plans, it seems so out of character for-MMPH" She jumped onto him and kissed him.
When she pulled away, he asked "So, do you forgive me?" He asked,
She looked at him.
Smiled sweetly.
And then...
"Hell no!" She yelled, pulling a knife out of her pocket and stabbing him in the throat eight times.
That night, the neighbors could hear digging sounds coming from her backyard.\
A./N.
Here is my horrible, horrible fluff. Well, can it be called fluff? I don't know if I've written enough story to actually call it 'fluff'...
Thanks for reading!