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Your Own Adventure: Portal 2(Human!WheatleyxReader)
Chapter 1 - The Courtesy Call: Part 1
You had just joined the testing of Aperture Science, a facility with advanded technology who's motto was "Testing is the future."
It was day two for you, as you woke up on your own luxury room, the sun shining through the window that took up the entire wall to the right of your bed. You rose from bed, stretching and cracking your back before a voice came on over head.
"Good morning! You have been in suspension for fifty days!"
"Fifty days? …I thought I was only asleep for one night...that sleep gas must be some powerful stuff," you told yourself aloud with shock, as the voice went on.
'All testing subjects in the Aperture Science Extended Relaxation Center must be revived periodically for a mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise. You will hear a buzzer. When you hear a buzzer, look up."
You nearly jumped out of your skin when the loudest buzzer you'd ever heard suddenly sounded, making you glare up at the nonexistent owner of the voice. But any other way, you looked up, completing part one of your exercise.
"Good. You will hear a buzzer. When you hear a buzzer, look down." A second buzzer went off, which didn't startle you as bad, and you complied and looked down at your feet, which was clad in special boots called 'Long-Fall Boots' or something…you couldn't really remember; you also realized that your attire has changed, as you were now wearing an orange jumpsuit with a white tank top underneath.
"Yeah, I don't think so," you grumbled at the poor choice of fashion, and you unzipped your suits front zipper, pulling it down half way, and you left it at that when it looked like a jacket tied around your waste.
"I could work with this," you chuckled while looking at yourself in a full body mirror, taking in your form, your (E/C) eyes, your (H/L) H/C) hair…but your smile vanished when you noticed something off about your chest. You looked down and pulled the collar of your tank top, and what you saw did NOT amuse you.
"No bra. Lovely." Of course, you were being sarcastic.
"Good. This completes the gymnastics part of your mandatory physical and mental exercise. There is a framed painting on the wall. Please, go stand in front of it."
You followed the emotionless voice's orders, and walked over to a rather relaxing painting of a log cabin overlooking a lake with a huge snowy mountain in the background.
"This is art. You will hear a buzzer. When you hear a buzzer, stare at the art."
Yet another annoying buzzer went off, and you simply stared at the painting for maybe six or seven seconds while you could hear a ticking clock too.
"You should now feel mentally reinvigorated. If you suspect staring at art has not provided the required intellectual sustenance, reflect briefly on this classical music."
Soon, some peaceful violin music began playing overhead, but as soon as you started swaying your head to the slow rhythm, another damn buzzer went off and scared the crud out of you.
"Good. Now, please, return to your bed."
You shrugged and sighed, crawling onto your Temperpedic-like bed, and curling up to go to sleep.
Little did you know that you would not wake up again for a VERY long time…
When you finally DID wake up again, your head was throbbing as someone had just hit you with a hammer, and you felt nearly completely depleted of energy throughout your entire body as you slowly sat up and bringing your feet to the floor.
"Good Morning! You have been in suspension for nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine…nine…"
As you looked up, you noticed that the voice sounded slightly…distorted, a little disturbing. What a wake up call. But you were then pulled from listening to the voice when you heard a frantic knock at the door, and you stood up and stared in surprise since you weren't expecting any visitors.
So, you just stood and waited for anymore knocks, doubting anyone was actually coming to see you, that they must've just gotten the wrong door and will just leave soon…but you were wrong…
"Hello?! Are you in there?!" called a masculine voice with a thick and charming British accent, and you quickly ran up to the door to answer it, but whoever was on the other side knocked once more, "Hellooo?! Are you…gonna open the door? A-are you-oh! AAAAAHHH!"
He went on, but he screamed in utter terror when you finally opened the door, but you were quite surprised yourself. Standing there in front of you, with a mechanical arm and thick wiring coming off of a monorail in the ceiling attached to his back, was a young man with a scrawny and at least six foot tall build, and couldn't have been much older than you; his skin was very pale, he had the brightest blue eyes you'd ever seen, short blonde hair(that you found rather adorable), thick, black square glasses sat upon his nose, and he wore a grey jumpsuit.
You weren't going to deny it, the man was rather cute in your opinion, as you blushed and smiled sheepishly at him; though, he didn't return the smile, as he only stared back at you with terrified wide eyes.
"Oh, God, you look terr-um…good, looking good, actually…are you ok? Are you-don't answer that! I'm actually sure you're fine. There's PLENTY of time for you to recover," he began with a nervous stutter as he slowly walked in, and you walked back to get out of his way.
"Recover? Recover from what?" you questioned in fear.
"Oh, good! You DO speak! Can you say 'apple'?" Wheatley asked with excitement, finally smiling at you. Just another charming feature about him, his smile.
"Why would I want to say 'apple'?"
"Close enough! I'm Wheatley, by the way!" You awkwardly stared at his extended hand of friendship, but there was something else you couldn't take your mind off of when you took his hand and meekly shook it.
"What's with the rail?" you asked, pointing up at his monorail.
"Hmm? …Oh, that! That's my management rail—I'm a cyborg; though, here, I'm technically called a 'core'!" Wheatley announced with another cheery smile.
"A cyborg, huh? Never met one of those before, but you're cool in my book, Wheatley. Name's (F/N) (M/N) (L/N)," you informed with a friendly smirk.
"Please, prepare for emergency evacuation," the monotone voice from before suddenly announced, completely ruining the sweet moment between you two.
"STAY CALM! S-stay calm…prepare! That's all it's saying, 'prepare'. It's all fine," Wheatley suddenly shouted while grabbing your shoulders in a vice grip, but then he realized it wasn't helping at all to calm you down, so he eventually let go and smiled sheepishly at you.
He then walked passed you and jumped up onto your bed, as a square-shaped hole opened just above.
"Seems like you need ta calm down more than me," you muttered under your breath as you watched the cyborg in wonderment.
"Don't move! I'm gonna get us outta here…you might wanna hang onto something! Just a little advice, totally up to you," Wheatley ordered, as he disappeared up into the whole. But just before you could get onto your bed and try to look into the whole yourself, the two panels suddenly closed, leaving you suddenly petrified as to what Wheatley meant.
Suddenly, your fears rose higher when you heard loud machinery whir and grin, and the dry walling started chipping away when you felt the entire room suddenly jolt forward. This resulted in you suddenly flying forward and off your bed, your face now flat on the floor while your torso was pressed up against the side of the bed, and your legs were up in the air.
You figured this would be pretty funny if you could see yourself right now…and if it wasn't you either in such a position.
"Are you alright down there?!" Wheatley suddenly called down.
"Just peachy!" you sarcastically shouted back, supporting your body with your hands and lifting your head up to spit out a dust bunny that got in your mouth, and you quickly stood back up.
"Ok, good, you can hear me!" Wheatley cheered while lowering back down through the whole, but his smile was soon replaced with a worried and reluctant expression, "listen, (F/N)…most test subjects do experience some, um…cognitive deterioration after a few months in suspension…now, you've been under for QUITE a lot longer, and it's not out of the question that you might have a VERY minor case of serious brain damage…"
Despite how easy he was trying to be to break such horrible news, you could only stare at Wheatley with wide eyes, as one of them even started to twitch.
"Are you sure?" you whimpered, and Wheatley slowly nodded, "…I feel fine."
"Right, ok, you're in denial, and that's good. Try ta hold onto that feeling because that is the proper reaction to being told that you've got brain damage…you understand, right?" Wheatley questioned with concern.
"I don't know. Am I supposed to understand when I've got serious brain damage?" you asked grimly.
"Ha-ha-ha…oh, you're a funny one," Wheatley chuckled awkwardly, but then he cleared his throat after a different alarm started to sound, worrying you quite immensely, "ok, ya know what? Just hold on!"
With that, the blonde cyborg suddenly disappeared up into the whole above your bed again.
"All reactor core safe guards are now nonfunctional! Please, prepare for reactor core meltdown!" You stared wide eyed up at the ceiling upon hearing ' core meltdown', starting to worry more for Wheatley than yourself.
But once more, the entire room started to creak and moan, as the entire giant window was suddenly filled with multiple cracks, various pieces even falling out. But the broken window became the least of your fears when the room itself suddenly swung forward, as if it were just detached from the side of a building.
"I hate ta break this to you, but I'm in PRETTY hot water here!" Wheatley called down with fear, "how you doing down there?! You still holding on?!"
"I am now!" you called back after falling on your back after the first big swing, and you scrambled back against your bed and tightly clung to the sheets.
"Good! Hey, get this, the reserve power ran out, so the whole relaxation center stops waking up the bloody test subjects…hold on, this is a bit tricky!" Wheatley started to explain as the room moved forward a bit more, but then it buckled a bit when it hit another wall.
"…And of course, nobody tells ME anything! NOOO! Why would they tell me anything?! Why should I be kept informed?! Ya know, of the life functions of the ten thousand bloody test subjects I'm supposed ta be in charge of?!" you could hear the strong and annoyed sarcasm in his voice, and you couldn't help but chuckle, even when the room started to rise into another larger chamber ahead, and then you noticed the tight space between two walls.
"Aw…it's gonna be close…a-am I gonna make it through?! Do I have enough space?!" he called down with fear.
"Hey, I always sucked at measuring! You're askin' the wrong person!"
"Great! Yeah, thanks for the help…uh, just gotta get through here! I-I just gotta concentrate!" Wheatley informed firmly, but then he went back to rambling about his story, "and who's fault do you think it's gonna be when management comes down here and finds TEN THOUSAND flippin' vegetables?! …ARRGH! Ok, see, I hit that one, I hit that one!"
You soon realized what he was talking about when the corner in front of you to your left suddenly disappeared after a large BOOM, and the whole room shook violently.
"Alright, listen, we should get out story straight! If anyone asks—and no one's gonna ask, don't worry—but if anyone asks, tell 'em as far as you know, last time you check, everyone looked pretty much alive! Alright?! NOT dead!" Wheatley demanded.
"I'll be sure ta put it on my to-do list!" you shouted jokingly.
"Ok…ok, we're almost there! On the other side of that wall us one of the old testing tracks; there's a piece of equipment in there that we're gonna need ta get out of here…right, I THINK this is a docking station! Get ready!"
You finally saw the thick, dark grey not too far head, and you curled your head as far into your chest for protection when you saw that it was quickly coming closer.
But after another large BOOM, no real damage was done…if you don't count the wall, which now had a few noticeable dents and scratches in it.
"Good news—that is NOT a docking station, so that's one mystery solved!" Wheatley tried to joke, but you really couldn't laugh this time when you were truly holding on for your life, "uh, I'm gonna attempt a 'manual override' on this wall! Could get a bit technical, hold on!"
With that, Wheatley once again forced the room against the wall, damaging it even more, but apparently not enough.
"Almost there! Remember, you're looking for a gun that makes holes…not bullet holes, but…don't worry, you'll figure it out…seriously, do hold on this time!"
Before you could ask about this "gun", you followed his orders and once again curled up while clasping tighter to the bed, preparing for impact. And soon enough, a final thud came, and it echoed as you looked up and cautiously blinked an eye open, only to be greeted by a huge hole filled.
But once the dust dispersed, you found that Wheatley really was successful in making a hole into the other room, but there was broken glass and overgrowth everywhere, so it wasn't easy to see too far inside.
"Well…there we go," Wheatley huffed while lowering himself down and joining you by your side.
"You ok? You sound like you're out of breath," you pointed out while standing back up, trying to calm down yourself after all that just happened.
"Oh, yeah, of course. It was nothing, really," Wheatley bluffed while scratching the back of his neck.
"Well, I say you did a good job," you reassured with a smile, and started to climb over the broken glass and debris, but you soon stopped and looked back up when you realized Wheatley wasn't following you, "you comin', Wheatley?"
"Wha…? Oh, no! No, no, no! Sorry…I can only go so many places with my management rail, so…" Wheatley sadly replied while pointing a thumb up at his rail.
"Oh…ok," you sighed with a shrug, trying to hide your disappointment.
"But…ya know, good luck and everything! And we'll see each other again soon, I promise! I'm not leaving you!" Wheatley shouted while quickly traveling back on his rail, and he soon disappeared behind the broken room that was once yours.
"Yeah…I won't leave you either," you declared softly, even though you knew Wheatley couldn't hear you, and you smiled in the direction he disappeared for a moment before turning and beginning to climb down again.
But you really did hope you'd get to see that charming, adorable man again.
Yes, if it wasn't already obvious, the human design for Wheatley in this story is the same as the one up in the cover art you see up in the top left corner there. Got it? Good!
Hopefully, I'll be branching out on my new series "Your Own Adventure", where the story obviously revolves around you going through the original plot of original stories. And not just for Portal, but for all kinds of other fandoms as well. But any other way, I hope you'll enjoy this story!
Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!