Portal Secret Santa thing~!
Hi there @yutaki ! Merry Christmas! I hope you don’t mind but I kind of did something a bit different than your prompts but it’ll be cute and fluffy I promise you! It’s a bit of a Chelley oneshot set with human Wheatley and Chell so I really hope you enjoy! Once again Merry Christmas and I hope your new year’s great because wooohoo it’s the end of a decade-WOAH
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Wheatley had been lying there for what felt like the while bloody night by now. Thoughts of Aperture kept invading his mind. Thoughts of her, of turrets, of catwalks, of ‘You had to play bloody cat and mouse’. It didn’t upset him as much as it normally did, after a while it got more annoying. He tossed and turned countless times, his body aching either to run a whole marathon or to collapse into the cushiony couch. He couldn’t stand it, so his eyes shot open into a glare. The living room was pitch black before him, and he immediately regretted his action.
It was too dark.
Who knows what could be in those shadows.
Could be a turret to shoot at him, or maybe the boogeyman.
He’d heard about humans being scared of him.
But what freaked him out was the weird little splotches of colour that danced around, appearing and disappearing in the dark.
He immediately froze, his fingers clutching the warm blanket to his chest.
He slammed his eyes shut, a million thoughts filled his head in an instant.
Ghost- they had to be.
Little ghost coming to get him.
Or maybe it was her, her and some weird science th-thing!
Or maybe they were aliens. He’d heard that there used to be aliens on earth- combine- to be exact. Maybe they were combine that had come back to get him?
He quickly pulled the covers over his head, but he still felt too exposed.
“GYAH- CHEEEELLL!” The shout was out of his mouth before he could even process what he was doing, but now that he had done it, he might as well keep going, “Cheeeelll!”
The last one came out as more of a whine.
Wheatley pouted his lips before hearing her feet land onto the floor.
Knowing that she was coming to rescue him filled him with relief.
He heard her door swing open and her footsteps rush into the living room.
Wheatley pulled back his covers and peeped his head out.
Chell had turned the light on and was standing at the switch.
Wheatley couldn’t see much detail though, it was too blurry.
He reached for his glasses which were on the ground next to the couch, but as much as he flopped his hand around he couldn’t find them.
Chell came over, bent down, and passed him something.
He wrapped his fingers around the familiar frame of his black glasses, and he pushed them onto his face.
She looked exasperated, her eyes on alert despite their droop. Her long hair was messy, messy and still perfect, he couldn’t help but note.
“Wheatley… what’s wrong? It’s 4 am in the morning I thought something bad had happened”
“It did, it did!” He looked at her with wide eyes “I couldn’t sleep and I was tossing and turning you know how it is. So I just decided to open my optical- eyes - Don’t know why I decided to do that honestly, pretty bad idea But- but anyway… So I opened up my eyes and it was dark. Very dark. Shouldn’t have been able to see anything but I did see something! There were all these weird lights I didn’t know what they were and I got a little… well…” He trailed off, running an anxious hand through his golden locks.
“Hey” She started gently, kneeling beside the couch, “It’s okay, it’s normal and happens to some people. It’s just the photoreceptors in your eyes trying adjust to see in the darkness”
Now that she said it so calmly, it seemed like such a simple obvious answer.
“… Oh” He slumped his shoulders, “Sorry for waking you up then”
He gave her an awkward grin.
But his embarrassment was replaced by happiness at her hand on his shoulder.
“You’ve only been back in your human body for a two months now and I know you’re still getting used to it. And if you’re still scared I mean…” She trailed off seeming at loss for words.
That was not normal, thought Wheatley, Chell was never ever ever lost for words.
“You can sleep with me in my bed” She stated cooly.
Wheatley felt his heart warm, “R-Really? You wouldn’t mind?!”
Her cool expression turned into an endearing smile, “No. I wouldn’t”
“I mean, I don’t want to be a bother-“
“You won’t. Come on don’t be a moron” She teased.
He furrowed his brows at her, pushing his glassed further up the bridge of his nose
“I am not a moron” He shot back indignantly.
“You’re my moron. Now come on” She stood up, offering her his hand.
Wheatley still wasn’t a fan of being called a moron, but when she put it like that.
“Th-Thanks. Really, I appreciate it” He smiled shyly as she pulled him up.
Still holding his hand in hers, Chell led the man down to her room in a careful way to avoid him hitting his head on the lamp. It was a habit the core-turned-human had unfortunately not managed to get out of.
She pulled back the covers for him before turning on the lamp at her bedside table. She left him to shuffle in, going over to the door to close it and turn off the light switch.
The room was now only gently bathed in the dim light from the lamp.
The man was sitting up in her bed, blinking at her as she returned to him.
She slid into the covers beside him with a wry smile
“You’re glasses” She muttered, reaching up and carefully taking them from his face.
“Ah, cheers luv” He smiled as she placed them onto the bedside table.
Chell felt her cheeks warm.
“Now go to sleep I’m tired” She yawned suddenly flopping down onto the mattress to mask her shyness.
He followed suit, and the two lied there together for a few minutes.
Chell wasn’t sure if she should or not.
But it was Wheatley, he’d be fine with it.
So she wriggled in closer to the warmth of his body.
“Awww, bless” He muttered above her ear and she felt his arms wrap around her body.
She smiled, breathing in the warm smell of his blue sweater.
And before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms…
…That was until she woke up, only to be on the very edge of the bed with him star fishing in the middle, his long awkward limbs going off in every direction.
“WHEATLEY”