She had a normal job,a normal apartment,and a normal life.
But, Chell was NOT normal.
She had been tested by a test crazed A.I.,whose tests got harder and harder to solve over the years,and who almost killed her several times,since she was a little girl.
But,then,she had woken up to Wheatley, an amazing core,though who sometimes messed things up.
They were a large mark of color in a white-walled prison.
It almost seemed perfect.
ALMOST.
Everything that had been perfect was over when he took over Aperture.
HER 'itch' over came him. Wheatley was gone. There was no way for him to come back.
She had shot a portal right where she though she couldn't go: The moon. He had begged her to pull her in,but GLaDOS got in the way.
He had been in space for a long while with an annoying core.
Chell had been living a normal life afterwards.
But not anymore.
CHELL'S POV
Another day at working at my job. I worked at the coffee shop in a little town.
Not many people lived in the town,so most of the time,there were no costumers. Everyone soon found out about the 24 year-old carrying a large,light gray box with a heart on it pretty quickly. It didn't help that I was mute,giving the people more and more to talk about behind my back.
On one slow day at work,there was an odd man in the shop.
Pretty tall,maybe being around 5"11,with light blond hair and shockingly bright blue eyes that seemed quite dull. Clothes wrinkled and slightly dirty,he had just walked in,sat down,and stayed there for a couple of hours with his head in his hands.
Two hours after he sat down,I was told by my friend Sara to ask him if he wanted any coffee.
Writing it down quickly onto a piece of paper, I stepped over to him cautiously and tapped his shoulder. His head snapped over to whoever tapped his shoulder,who was me. Peering over at me over the tops of the glasses he wore,in which I had not noticed,he took in that I was a worker here and sighed. "Yes?" He asked me in a Bristolian accent,which seemed so... familiar.
I handed him the note,and he eyed me again. "Why didn't you tell me this yourself,instead of on a piece of paper?" I shook my head, wrote a note down,and gave it to him. "Mute,eh?" He questioned,reading my note. I nodded to answer his question. "I had a friend who was mute,once. Helped her get where she wanted,that I did. And,you know what? She helped me,too." He sighed and shook his head. "I got in charge of everything,after a while. Nearly killed her and the person who was in charge at the time. Was angry almost all the time..." He trailed off,and if almost seemed that his eyes had gotten duller. "Anyway," He continued on with the story, "everything got better for her. She got me to go away. That's what's she was the happiest thing about,I bet..."
I sucked in a breath quickly and his eyes darted to me. No. No,it can't be him. It just can't.
I took a step back towards the door,then another one,and ran out the door,my ponytail slapping my back.
Nonononono. Not him. Anyone but him!
Running through the streets,I had to swivel around confused people to get home. I could hear him behind me,calling out. "Uh,Miss? Miss,what's wrong? Was it something I said?"
I ran, and ran, and ran until I reached my apartment complex,and I slammed the door in his face. I heard a loud "OW!" in response,and I felt a pang of sadness for him for a second,and then it was gone.
Lifting the curtain, I saw him rubbing his nose, his glasses on the verge of falling off. His eyes darted over to the name plate on who lives here,and then the window,seeing me. "Miss...? Do I... Do I know you?" He said,slightly muffled. I quickly closed it and slumped against the door in relief.
Thank God. He didn't realize it was me. Or,maybe he did,in the back of his mind. It had been 3 years since I last saw him,but as a core. 'How did he become human? I thought. How did he get out of space? How did-' My head spun,and I put it in hands.
Slowly standing up,I pulled open the door,grabbed him by the arm,hauled him up the stairs and into my apartment.