The Reunion pt. 1 - THERE YOU ARE!
AN: So...this is my first ever fanfic, please be gentle! ~I do not own any of the characters from Portal 2, Valve does, and I do not own PewDiePie, he is his own person and an amazing gamer!~ ^_^
Chell woke up with a start, flailing her legs and arms, screaming. She sat up, sweat on her face and body. She looked around her dim room, letting out a small sigh of relief. *Not there, she's not trying to kill me, no turrets, no deadly pits, no portals, no cubes...* She sighs again, rubbing her eyes, and gets out of bed. Stretching, she wanders out of her room and goes to the kitchen. Chell walks in and sees her pet bird; Coral. She opens the cage and pats the birds head, giving it some food. Once that's done, she then glances at the clock, 6:57am. It's the third time that week that Chell had woken up from dreaming of being back in Aperture. She has had episodes like this before, around the town.
Like just last week, it was really quiet -no duh, everyone was killed- and Chell was in an abandoned store looking for supplies she needed. She entered one of the aisles and heard, "There you are" from the next aisle over. She reacted by pushing the shelf over, hopefully killing whatever the thing was. It turned out to be a small children's toy.
Snapping back into reality, she makes some hot chocolate and goes into the living room to watch some things on her laptop. She watches either old movies that she found, or stuff on YouTube. The one Chell is currently watching is "Amnesia: DAT ASS" by PewDiePie. It makes her laugh whenever the person playing the game gets scared and screams like a girl. She sits there, mentally telling herself *Heh, he wouldn't last ONE day in Aperture.* After the video had finished, it seemed to be raining outside, so Chell thought it would be a great time to just sit and draw.
Getting up off the couch, she placed the laptop on the table, and the cup next to it. Running up the stairs to her special drawing room, she stops in the bedroom to grab a hoodie. It's only autumn, but it's starting to get chilly. She heads out of the room and into the next. Opening the door, she observes the room; its dim, but has some light coming in from outside through the clouds. There were candles placed all over, and a few pillows in a corner. Her desk was in front of the window, having all her supplies ready. Hundreds of colored pencils, markers, and stacks of paper, ready to be used whenever she was ready to go. Walking to the table, Chell starts to think about what to draw next. Figuring out what she wants to draw, she picks up a pencil and starts going at it.
~ Its' about 1pm and Chell needs to go into town to get supplies for the next few days. She's finished her drawing; she drew what looked to be a core, next to a cube with a heart and two little robots looking happy. Putting away some of the drawings, she goes downstairs to get her shoes on. Just when she's about to go, she hears a boom, then a high pitched screeching notice from outside her house.
Before she steps foot out the door to take a glance at what could've caused such a thing, something red hot came blasting down and crashes into the front lawn. Shielding her eyes from the bright light and debris, Chell turns around and closes the door. She steps outside to see what's in the crater. Slowly stepping over the pushed up earth, she peers into the hole and can't believe her eyes.
"N-no, it's not possible..." Chell's eyes widen, it feels like the entire world had just stopped dead.
"(Groans) Bloody hell..." the object complained.
It rolled over looking around through its broken glass lens. The object found Chell; its optical went wide, looking scared. Chell started to slowly shake her head, not believing what she is seeing. The broken metal ball was silent for what seemed like eternity, but that quickly changed when it started rambling on at a billion miles an hour. That broken metal ball kept saying over and over, "Sorry" and "Please don't kill me, don't hurt me!"
The metal ball, the one quickly becoming an annoying pain, was Wheatley.
