Itches

Hello! Green here. No, not the trainer. I'm a fan of Chelley, so I wish to contribute to the amount of Chelley fics out there! Please enjoy.

Ugh… How long have I-?

Knock knock knock. "Hello! Hello in there!"

A person? Chell ignored the reordered message coming from the ceiling, slowly getting up, she hobbled over to the door, and revealed a sphere. A very, very talkative sphere. In fact, he, (? He sounded like a he at least.) he was rambling about how long did it take a human to open a door. She was getting slightly annoyed and was about to sla-

"HAH….AH! You look TERR-" The blue optic looked at her in fear, then realized his error, quietly saying, "Good, good, eh, ahem…" He (rudely) entered the room on his own accord, gliding on a rail. Chell quickly looked at a mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, running fingers her hair quickly. She thought she looked perfectly fine and growled toward his direction. He was apparently talking to her, talking on and on about brain damage, and escape…

Wait, escape? She scrambled out of the bathroom and looked to see he was gone!

Oh wait, he came back. (To her annoyance.)

"Did you get anything I said? Anything at all? Just say yes." The sphere said nodding his…sphere.

She looked at him blankly, and opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

"Uh, oor you don't have to say yes, just anything you choose, yes, a whole variiiiety of things to say." The round thing seemed to smile(with a hint of fear?) at her. She attempted again.

The announcer came on again, but she paid no mind, but the blue-eyed sphere did.

"Uh, stay RIGHT there, we, we are going to get to an old testing track, where we- or should I say you, you, will get a gun. Not a gun gun that kills people, not that I'm saying the gun we're getting can't kill you.. Y'know, I'm just going to move this room now. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Hang on to something!"

The core disappeared into the ceiling. "My name's Wheatley by the way!"

Chell looked at where he disappeared into. She put a hand on her throat, "W…Whe…Wheat..ley.." She smiled. Maybe he wasn't as annoying as she thought at first. ( Maybe it was just a case of sleep grumpies.)

"Hang on!"

Then, the room lurched forward and crashed into another container, throwing Chell to the ground. She got up and grumbled, "Whe..Wheat..Wheatley…!"

Maybe he really was as annoying as she first thought.

I hope you enjoyed that chapter, I hope to post more chapters soon.