After about an hour or two, Chell was woken from her nap by a sudden silence. She'd grown accustomed to the clanking but suddenly it had stopped, which led her to assume that the process was complete.
"Wheatley?" she called through the broken glass. She pulled at the door, but for the moment it was stuck. She could only assume that the door had a failsafe.
She could see a crumpled human shape where the metal curtain had been. Wheatley's core was hanging from the ceiling, its optic no longer blue. She sighed, pulled back one knee, and kicked the door in.
"Wheatley!" she said, running to the crumpled shape.
"H—hi, love," said a voice. It was Wheatley's, but somehow it was... different...
"Wheatley? Are you alright?"
He turned his face to look at her, and immediately she knew what was wrong.
"Wheatley. You MIGHT want to look in a mirror."
He stood up quietly, sensing that something was wrong.
"Where would I find one of those? Oh, dear, my voice does sound a bit... wrong."
"Over there, above the counter. Think that used to be a sink below it."
Wheatley stood up shakily and made his way over to the mirror, only tripping four times. He peered into the grimy glass for a moment, then drew back.
"Bloody hell!" he yelped. Chell waited nervously for an outburst of some kind. Instead he turned around, looking down at himself and spinning around.
"You're not.. you're not upset?" Chell murmured quietly. Wheatley stopped.
"Why would I be upset, love? I've got a body now! A human body! Just like yours!"
"Yeah. That's why I thought you'd be upset," said Chell.
"Why? Because I'm a human?"
"No. Because you're a girl."
Author's Note:
Right, my pretties, today's been full of updates, but as of right now I'm done. Hopefully Friday or Saturday will bring another... what is it... yeah, five chapters into the party but right now you'll just have to sit with six. Sorry! I have to actually do homework now. Ech.
Welp, see y'all laterz!
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