Right after finishing Portal 2 I headed to to try and find some good post-Portal 2 fanfictions, hopefully involving Gordan Freeman and Alex, but what I ended up finding was a lot of Wheatley/Chell.
I cracked up.
I thought the pairing was hilarious and rediculous, and so I started reading a fanfiction...
And I ended up liking it...
So, this is the fanfic I wrote almost a year ago... I find it kind of cheesy, but it was my first fanfiction that I ever wrote that I didn't hate with a passion.
enjoy :P
"SPAAAAAACE!" Cried the space core for probably the fiftieth time.
"Yes, we're in space." Grumbled Wheatley. "We've been here for… what, weeks? I don't know… I wasn't given an internal clock…"
"I love you, space."
Wheatley sighed. "If only I could just… go back and tell her how sorry I am…"
"Annoying." The space core buzzed on his next orbit around Wheatley.
Wheatley whirled around to look at the space core. "Wait—are you calling me annoying!"
"I'm sorry, so sorry." It mocked. "Ughhh…"
"You—you're kidding!" Wheatley shouted. "You really think I'm more annoying than you!"
"Ehhh." The Space core groaned.
"Process complete."
Wheatley blinked. "What?"
The space core looked around. "Space? Is that you?"
"You mean you heard it-" Wheatley felt himself power down as everything went black.
...
Wheatley woke with a start. It took him a second to realize—he wasn't in space anymore. He looked around for the space core, but all he saw was a young boy. "Hello! You wouldn't happen to know where—"
"SPAAAAAAAACE!" The boy exclaimed.
Wheatley flinched. "Space… Core?"
"Where did you go?" The boy sobbed. "Spaaaaace…"
Wheatly scanned the boy. How could this have happened? Why was the space core- Suddenly a memory came to him. In his short moment of euphoria from gaining control of the Aperture Science facilities not so long ago, he had scanned the system files quickly—because he could—and came across something odd… A profile of a scientist, Doctor Bryan Wheatley. Wheatley thought it was funny how they shared a name, so he read his file.
At one point this Dr. Wheatley volunteered to help with the GLaDOS project. He worked with that for a while, until he was nearly fired due to a neurotoxin-related incident. He wasn't fired because he was just the person they needed for a new experiment- he was such a moron, that they downloaded his brain into a an Aperture Science Personality Construct, or core, to inhibit GLaDOS .
This man didn't just share a name with Wheatley, he was Wheatley. This made him incredibly excited. He was a human, just like Chell. He then wondered if it were possible to become a human again, Aperture Science being incredible and all. He found that in a large vault were preserved bodies of many humans, including his own. Delighted with this, he decided to put himself back into his body to be with his new human friend.
Unfortunately, Wheatley had no idea how to do such a thing, so he just sent a bunch of keywords to random systems. He had totally forgotten about this project until now, however, because he ran into a few… 'Emotional' complications that caused him to become homicidal and test-addicted. But, apparently it had worked on the space core… he looked down—and himself. He was indeed in the same body as the one portrayed in his file.
"Daaad! DAAAD! Don't worry, son, I'll still be up here. IN THE STARS." The Space Core screamed, dragging Wheatley out of his thoughts. He then realized that he recognized the body the space core was in—it was one of the comatose relaxation center subjects.
"What are you doing here?" A voice crackled over the intercom
Wheatley froze. It was GLaDOS's voice. "Hey! Uh—long time no see?" He said slowly.
It was then he noticed he was in an empty Aperture Science Enrichment Center Testing Chamber. A camera positioned itself directly at his face. After a moment, GLaDOS's voice came on again. "Welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center. You have been chosen for testing. Please proceed through the door in front of you.
Wheatley nearly leaped for joy. She hadn't recognized him! She wouldn't kill him for putting her in a potato!
"Ooh! Ooh! Lady, LADY? Are we goin' to space? Space?" The Space Core asked GLaDOS. Gotta go back. Gotta go back."
"I thought you sounded familiar." GLaDOS said, shoving the camera in Wheatley's face. "You moron—what did you do!"
Wheatley cringed. "I am not a moron!" He snapped.
"Well, I'd like to let you know that whatever you did to yourself, you did it to six others as well. I now have eight broken robots wandering around in meat sacks thanks to you." She said angrily. "Oh, and I'm blaming you for our returning guest. You know, the one you tried to kill?"
Wheatley's eyes lit up. "Chell!"
"Well, I guess now that you're human it will be easier to ki-i-i—" GLaDOS carried on the vowel like a broken record for a bit, then stopped. "You know, why don't you just do a few tests. In a few chambers, I'll give you" she paused. "a surprise."
Wheatley clenched his new fists. He was naively convinced that that the surprise GLaDOS had mentioned would be the reuniting of him and Chell—so he proceeded.
