Chapter 3: star
Star stares out the window at the starry night. Wheatley and space have already gone into sleep mode. She can't help but feel like she doesn't belong. She looks over at the open door, then at the window. She floats over to a table with paper on it.
She takes out her tiny robot arm and takes out a pencil. Writing her feelings on the page. And she floats over to chell's door. Puts the paper near the door and knocks on it. And as soon as she does this, she opens a window, and floats outside.
Chell opens her door, and sees a note lying on the ground. She picks it up and reads it.
Dear chell.
I really feel like I don't belong here. I'm happy you and wheatley got back together, but I have no use. Nothing. I haven't done anything. So, I'm going to live somewhere other than here and stay there and decay, because I am not needed. At all. Goodbye, chell. Tell wheatley and space I said goodbye too, alright?
Goodbye,
S.b. core
Star is running as fast as she can to get away. She knows chell will come and find her, any she was running anyway. Suddenly, it starts raining. The rain is getting in her body and splashing around inside. She's only 12 miles away from the house. And she screams. "no, NO, NO, NO!" she can feel herself skidding to a stop, she falls to the ground. "I'M SORRY" she screams as her power flickers and dies.
Wheatley wakes up from someone screaming something. Chell is standing in the door way of the room. "we need to go. Find something protective to wear." Wheatley floats down stairs, and puts on a rain cap, and a short, good size for him, rain coat. Chell put her jacket on. They go outside, running around looking for star.
"what's going on anyway luv'?" he asks chell in the calmest way he could. They hear sparks nearby. Chell looks over some grass. "her." Chell says as she points to the sky-blue core, with golden handles. Wheatley floats over, and he gasps. He floats a bit closer to her.
Looking at her insides anxiously. Stars eye is no longer the nice looking brown with gold, her eye is black were it was brown, and a dark yellow where it was gold. Her insides are filled to the brim with water. Wheatley floats backwards in surprise as water starts to come out as more comes in. "s-star, mate. What happened to ya? Luv'? do you know why she's out here?" chell pulls out the note star gave her, before wheatley woke up.
"because I have no use… haven't done anything… I'm not needed… NOT NEEDED?!" he looks over at star again, oh bloody hell. 'not needed' is a bloody strong word that doesn't get you anywhere star. Why didn't you talk to me? Wheatley wonders. "star…mate… ugh… hehe mate, you know if something went wrong no one could fix ya'… right?" he looks at her body full of water and try's his hardest not to cry. Chell looks at wheatley. And thinks.
Do I know anyone that can fix robots… no. but I could try? Chell picks up star, shakes the water out of her, and wheatley and her go back to the house. Wheatley, with the help of chell, takes off his protection. And chell takes off her jacket and sets star on the table. Wheatley floats, plopping himself on the table with star. He looks at her eye.
All colorless and everything. He remembers the times he would stare at her eye, wondering who made it. Now he's wondering who made her. He closes his eye. Why. Why did you have to go outside star? Don't you realize I care about you? We all do.
He floats up again, floating upstairs. "I'm going in my room. Don't bother me." He says, floating though the open bedroom door. Chell can hear something make a plopping noise, and then she hears crying. Chell looks at star, she frowns, going over to a tool kit, and putting it near star.
Wheatley is raped up in stars golden blanket, crying. He couldn't take it anymore. He wants to tell star that she matters, she IS needed. If only I was faster… if only… I could make her feel like she was needed. He thinks, closing his eye.
Wheatley hears writing noises. He wakes up, looking over he sees his sleeping body, and star writing the note. "hey! Don't go! I care about you. We all do!" nothing happens. She keeps writing. "HELLO? It's me wheatley! Your friend? Buddy? Pal? Helloooo? Star?" still nothing.
Then she looks and stares at him. But somethings wrong. He sees her in the grass again, full of water, lifeless. "you couldn't save me. You will never see me again. You never cared. I never cared about you either. You moron." Wheatley tries to float away, but he can't move. "I. hate. You. Moron." He's suddenly over a pit of water, "nononononwaitwait!" she drops him in the water.
Wheatley wakes up with a gasp. And he's crying again he floats up, stars golden blanket around him, and he floats to chell's room. The doors open. He floats into her room, she's asleep. Wheatley goes up to her bed and goes next to her. And closes his eye.
Chell wakes up to the morning sun. except there's something next to her back, its hard. She turns, looking over to see what it is. It's wheatley, his eye is closed, and he's raped up in star's golden blanket. She grabs him, and put's him in her arms.
Suddenly Wheatleys crying again. Must be thinking about star dying. He must really care about her. "hey wheatley." Wheatley stop crying for a moment, recognizing the voice. He nods as to ask 'yes?' chell looks at the golden blanket around wheatley.
"you doing okay?" wheatley moves, as if looking around, then moves back, and shakes himself. Guessing that's a 'no'… chell thinks. "one thing you can do, is wake up. Because I'm here. And were fine." Wheatley opens his eye, the blue iris looking around. He sighs, full of relief, and looks at chell. "how's star doing?" he asks her, worriedly.
Chell looks at the floor, then back up at him. Not wanting to say anything that will make him upset. "she's…doing fine. I'm trying my hardest to fix her, but you guys are more complex then I thought you were!" wheatley looks at the floor. "oh. How long do you think it will take?" he asks, still very sad about stars death. Chell looks at his eye, the blue of his eye slightly shiner than usual.
"probably about… two months?" wheatley looks out the window, then at the floor again he looks so hopeless. The shine in his eye is very easy to see, and it looks like he's about to cry again. "h-hey! It's okay! I can do it. We can get though this!" he looks at her for a second, and then looks back down. "wheatley…I…what can I do to make you feel better?" chell asks him. He looks up at her and 'hugs' her tightly.
Chell hugs him back "does this help?" wheatley looks up at her, 'embracing' her tighter. I'm going to take that as a yes. Note to self, find a way to help wheatley feel better.