You'd think Chell would be tormented by her subconscious ,but her aching legs and back had won and she slept silently, peacefully. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she wasn't being watched.
Wheatley, on the other hand, had subconsciously switched out of sleep mode at around 2 in the morning. He scanned the room for things to do. The room was empty, except for a bed and a small bathroom off the side of the door, and a cracked window next to the bed. Wheatley crawled across his bed to sit on the edge and see what he could make out through the worn and thin sheet of glass that separated him from the rest of the world. There were lights. The stars were less visible when all those lights were on. In buildings, on the street. So much light. Orange and blue gel began to seep over and through the cracks on the window. A laser flickered on and he could make out a turret and hear its voice that so reminded him of the queen whom he had previously disobeyed. He flinched and stood still as he painfully anticipated the bullets and sting of the laser, but it never camp. He looked back to see there was nothing but the blurred lights and his faint reflection on the unpolished glass. He sighed heavily and crawled back under the cover to star at the white and molding ceiling. Suddenly, he was reminded of the day he had come to help Chell. The ceiling had looked similar. Low and ominous. He drifted to sleep to the song stuck in his head. Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine...
Sorry, I know it's a short chapter. But it's been a while and I'm back and having a little writers block... I'll try to put out some more chapters out this week! Thank you for the follows and favorites and keep reviewing!