Read This: I HATE writing, but I need to get better because I'm a horrible writer. This is just a preview of a story I thought of. Portal-Life 3 for the win! Anyway, in Portal 2, Wheatley was supposed to say "A man with a briefcase was just here to see you!" So that's where I came up with this idea. I was inspired by TheFanfictionCore's story so much, I make references to it! Check that account out!

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Everything was dark. The only sound to be heard was the echoing of creaking metal. Suddenly, a rectangle of darkness slid upwards, revealing a blinding white light. A man in a suit stepped forward. His glowing eyes, one greenish-blue, the other bluish-green, brightened as a twisted smile crept across his face.

With a sharp intake of breath, he said "Well…I haven't ssseen you in…quite a while. Do you…remember me? I can assure you…I know what you have…sssuffered through." He paused. "Actually, I know what…you and your… friend…have been through."

The darkness faded, leaving the image of a dome-shaped room made of panels, a circular glass platform, with stairs leading to it, in the center. The man faded and reappeared, leaning on the bars surrounding the edge of the platform. The room looked cold, but the most chilling thing was the machine hanging from the ceiling.

This was someone who haunted him for far too long. The machine lifted its head, showing a brightly lit, yellow optic. In a feminine, yet mechanical voice, she taunted "Oh, look, the moron is here. So much for trying to convince yourself you're safe and sound. Although, I don't know why you would think that in the first place, being around that mute lunatic all the time. You probably thought I couldn't hurt you anymore then I already have…but there is always Science to be done."

Some of the wall panels lifted up, making way for large metal claws…to head right towards him! No, he wasn't there! He wasn't going to go through this torture again. Right when they were going to strike him, time just…stopped.

The suited man was the one to speak up first. "You really ssshould be…thanking…me for letting you and…your friend meet…You would have no one to…comfort you. Hmm?..." He breathed in. "I'm sssure thisss…iss hard…for you to…underssstand." The machine spoke next. "Just to let you know, I've figured out one hundred of the most painful tests for you and [Subject Name Here]. Stay safe, moron."

Time unfroze, the claws were inches away. Right at that moment, everything started to fade. Before it all could, however, the machine (he didn't dare even to think her name) said one last thing. "With my new…accomplice…I can hurt you whenever I want to. It's just a matter of time." Followed by a cruel laugh from the man he used to know.

Breathing heavily, though needlessly, Wheatley came out of sleep mode with a start, immediately registering Chell was still curled around him. He was still in the same room, the same house. He hadn't had a sleep hallucination for a full week, much less one so vivid.

He remembered what the man had said. He had been right. If it wasn't for him, he would have never gotten Chell out of cryosleep and he wouldn't be here, with her, right now.

He never told her that, but it seemed like he wouldn't have to. Usually when he woke up like this, she would wake up and make him tell her all about the sleep hallucinations. Sometimes she would tell him about her nightmares, but that was rare. What was even rarer?

Her not waking up.

He nudged her with his upper handle (the lower one still hurt) and found she was shuttering in her sleep.

For once in his life, he couldn't find words to say. He was worried. Not just for himself, but for her. Why wasn't she waking up? All he felt was the foreshadowing of something terrifying to come.


Hope you enjoyed! What did you think? I'm sorry you had to suffer through this, but thank you for reading! Should I continue? I would love reviews!