Author's Note: I own nothing. Everything - including my heart - belongs to Valve.
Blue and orange. Those were the portals and her jumpsuit. Repulsion and propulsion gel. Wheatley's optic, and the hint of a sunrise that managed to shine weakly through the windows far above her head.
White and black. The colors of the panels, and the spaces between the panels. Conversion gel. Simulated daylight and darkness. Turrets.
Red. Blood.
When Chell stumbled out of the lift, there was the blue of the sky and the white of the clouds.
But the ground was rich and red where it was bare, and the wheat that stretched out forever ahead was a luscious gold.
She walked all day, the companion cube cradled against her stomach. She found a yellow flower among the wheat, with a green stem and leaves. She picked it and carried it with her until it wilted, and then she buried it in the red earth, devastated that she had killed it. A glossy brown bird flew overhead, a witness to her sin, and she had cried then, both out of guilt for the flower and the beauty of the bird.
The golden wheat field ended, and green grass lay before her, high and lush. She found a tree that hung heavy with peaches, their pinkish golden skin soft and inviting. She ate peaches until she threw up, then ate some more. A purple and black butterfly wandered over, flying in a lazy, flitting zigzag. It landed on her sticky hand and tickled her with its tongue as it lapped up the peach juice. Together, they watched the sun set in a bed of pink clouds, and then Chell fell asleep against the tree, one arm around her companion cube.
She woke early the next morning. It was still dark and the butterfly was gone. The sense of loss was short-lived, however, when she realized that this darkness was not black and absolute like in the facility. There was blue and purple hidden within the black, dotted with stars that sparkled.
Chell thought she could make out a green star, and also a pink one. A yellow one blinked wildly. New colors, outside colors.
But even though it was a reminder of the prison she had left behind, it was the blue star that winked forlornly down at her that she loved the most.