The next thing Wheatley knew was that he was pressed uncomfortably close into GLaDOS's core.
Wait... Was she trying to hug him?
"I missed you." She said, using her maintanence arms to hold him close to her.
"But now you're here, with me, and we can be friends forever!" She said, and she sounded so delighted that Wheatley didn't have the heart to say anything.
"I've been thinking of games we can play, and I've invented a few new ones!" She told him, before letting him go and gesturing towards a panel being used as a table with a small box on it.
No.
No. No. No.
No no no no no no no no no no.
NO!
Of all the games, why that one?
WHY?!
WHY THE HELL DID SHE CHOOSE THE ONE GAME THAT HE FELT TERRIFIED OF FOR NO REASON?!
There, on the makeshift table, sat Pickup Sticks.
He didn't even know why he was so afraid, he had no memories of ever SEEING the game, much less playing it.
"Um, can we play some other game? I don't like that one." He said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"But I want to play THAT game. I even made a special claw to play it with! See?" She said, while waving and flexing a small pincer about the size of his hand at him in a wave.
"Are, are you sure? Because I really DON'T want to play that game, and, um, why don't we play cards! You can use your special new claw for that too!"
"We are going to play THAT game, and that is FINAL." She said, raising her voice and saying it in a way that could most accurately be described as 'pouty'.
"O-okay. B-but, I MIGHT need a chair, to sit down in, so I don't have to stand... Not that I'm saying you didn't plan properly! I mean, um, that is to say-"
"Just sit down already! I want to play right NOW!" She said, sounding very impatient.
"OKAY! OKAY! Sitting. Down. Right now." He said, sliding down into the chair.
"Okay, to play, you have to try to pick up one stick from the pile without moving any others, if you move any others than the one you're trying to take, it's my turn."
"Okay, think I got it, so I'll just move this one... HA! I got it! IN YOUR-Oh, no, no I did not get it."
"My turn!" She said, while giggling at him.
She got four sticks before accidentally bumping another one and it became Wheatley's turn again.
"HA! Look at you, all 'I just got four sticks in one turn' and you BUMPED ONE! HA HA! Okay... Hmm... If I get that one... There, then I can get that one over there and..." He got three sticks, then he knocked one off the pile by accident.
'Mr. Wheatley, why is your shirt all brown?'
"Just spilled some coffee is all, don't worry about it..." He said,
"When did you spill coffee? Your shirt isn't brown, neither are your pants or shoes... Wait, What's 'coffee'?" GLaDOS said.
"Huh? Didn't you just ask me why my shirt is..." Wheatley said, before looking down and noticing that he HADN'T spilled coffee on his shirt.
"No, I didn't. I think I would remember asking you why your shirt is covered in coffee. Even though it is not. What is coffee? Take your turn already!" GLaDOS said, sounding annoyed.
Wheatley, still looking a bit dazed, did not respond to what she said.
"Hello? Why aren't you talking? Did I say something wrong? Are you going to answer me?" GLaDOS asked while poking him with her Mini Claw.
"Wha-Where-Who?" He said, shaking his head and looking around.
"I asked if you were going to answer me, you are in the Aperture Science Main Facility in the Central Core Chamber, I am... I don't know who I am. Now that I've answered your questions, you have to answer mine."
"What were your questions?" He asked, sounding confused.
GLaDOS made an annoyed electronic garble "I asked 'Why aren't you talking? Did I say something wrong? Are you going to answer me?' Answer them. Now."
"Um, Because I felt the weirdest sense of deja vu, no, yes." He said.
"Thank you. Now take your turn, I'm getting bored."
"Alright."
The game continued for the next half hour.
"HAHA! IN YOUR FACE! Or, core, or whatever. I WON! WOO! YEAH!" Wheatley shouted.
"Alright. You won. I get it." GLaDOS said, before a tinny horn tooted and confetti dropped on his head.
"Well, look at the time. I have to go, could you call the elevator back down here, please?" He said, looking at a small set of numbers on her chassis.
"No. You can stay here. I made a room just for you and we can play again in the morning! Doesn't that sound great?" She said, sounding pleased with herself.
"No, I really do have to go to the surface, I have something I need to do..." He said, trying to convince her.
"You just came back. You can't leave yet." She said, sounding like she hated the thought of him being gone.
"Why not?" He said, sounding indignant. "I just came for a quick visit and I can't stay. I have to go."
"Why? What's so important up there?" She said, sounding jealous.
"I have a job. And an apartment. I have to go back there. ("Plus I don't want to be stuck with you" He mumbled inaudibly)" He said.
"You can have a job here. And I already made you a room so you don't need an apartment." She told him.
"I don't want to have a job here. Or an apartment here. I want to have them up there." He said, pointing his finger upwards.
"But I'm down here. So you have to stay down here so you can be my friend." She said, with a little bit of worry creeping into her voice.
At that, she picked him up with a claw and deposited him into his modified Relaxation Chamber.
With a little hiddem camera in it so she could watch him sleep.
A./N.
YAY! A new chapter I wrote yesterday because I'm LAAAAAZY!
Just a little bit of clarification:
Wheatley is [31] years old.
Chell is [32] years old.
Thanks for reading and please enjoy!
P.S: Thank you Guest, I have updated that chapter.