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[employee052]

two route 23fics today its a 2for1 deal buy one get one free

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67711376/chapters/199139966

[oswinunknown]

a human morming (wheatley fic)

notes: there is not a lot of plot in this just bc i rlly wanted to write vibes wjfjwjfj

anywho this is a blue sky inspired wheatley fic that i wrote on the bus hope its good.

its just wheatley waking up early and feeling the simple pleasures of the morning. fluffy wjfjejf

WHEATLEY AWOKE WITH A GROAN, his back stiff and his head not wanting to stay horizontal for much longer.

it was a new experience for him honestly. typically before and after he had gotten his new flesh body, he would awake at around 9am-ish give or take a few minutes (and even then he often woke up from falling off the couch or mattress he was sleeping on) which often meant wheatley awoke to an already bright blue sky for the majority of his time as a human. the smell of cooked pastries rolling softly from the warm kitchen and chell's radio humming quietly songs to fill the air.

however, today was the rare exception to all of this as wheatley checked the clock on the wall and saw numbers reading "7:29am" in a dull yet solid white.

kicking the blankets off, he slowly rolled himself to the edge of the bed before stopping just at the right moment before he would usually fall. his plain t-shirt rolled up slightly and his faded red shorts clung tightly to his slim legs.

sitting upright, wheatley quickly stretched his arms before getting up and opening the door. trying to open it as quiet as possible.

the door creaked open, and it's here where wheatley fully realized the differences between his usual waking time and now.

the house was oddly still, where before the hustle of noise from outdoors and the kitchen would fill the silent air like a sort of melody that crept into your mind, came nothing but the hum of the fridge and the sound of wind softly rustling outside his window.

it felt somewhat eerie in a way. the silence as haunting as the chill back There, with nothing but the same white walls, cold gray surfaces, and mechanical hum of machinery surrounding you.

yet, as wheatley took a few tentative steps out into the hallway and into the living room, he could feel the comforting familiarity within the surroundings ease his rising anxiety. the floor comfortingly still, not moving an inch. the hum of the fridge consistent in its melody but holding an odd human feel to it.

it reminded him that he wasn't There anymore. free from Her grasp, and above the desolate chambers he grew used to. 

it also reminded him that he was human now- well again. and a slight unease began to creep up from his chest, a familiar -yet quieter- voice slowly rising in his mind. worries and anxieties threatening to spill like a tsunami of thought.

exhaling, he found himself opening the front door quietly and stepped out into the porch.

the cold morning air bit at wheatley's t-shirt, it's breeze flowing through his blond tousled hair and figure like water. a soft golden yellow accenting the grass in an almost soft vintage glaze. the sky as blue and clear as ever, yet it almost seemed softer than the 9 am skies he grew used to.

he stared at the town of eaden for a while from the comfort of Chell's porch. the usually alive and thriving town in a quiet pause of peace. those awake walking at a steady pace while  the rest were in their beds dreaming of frogs and other human things. 

much like chell, wheatley thought to himself, a slight blush rising to his face as he ran a hand through his hair. his arms leaning against the railing comfortingly.

he supposed being human was a lot easier than he initially thought to be, if it meant this sort of peace and domesticity was to be found here. he *had* managed to survive being human before being put into a core after all.

wheatley smiled, closing his eyes and allowing the warm feeling of ease flow through him and linger.

suddenly wheatley could hear the familiar rhythm of footsteps coming from the door, the noise slowly fading in before becoming crisp and close.

as the noise sounded to be right beside him, he felt the pressure of someone's head leaning against his arm. soft wisps of hair grazing his skin and a familiar warmth beside him.

he didn't need to open his eyes to know it was chell. 

"morning" chell mumbled softly, a smile evident in her voice as she yawned.

wheatley grinned, opening his eyes again as he tilted his head to rest against hers. "g'morning"

an easy quiet rested between them with nothing but the wind filling the air.

as wheatley wrapped a loose arm around chell, hand comfortingly on top of one of her own. a slow and welcoming thought came to his mind.

and wheatley smiled.

being human isn't that bad after all

[employee052]

blegh

go, my oz lore doc

Oz Lore (final final not clickbait)

OC!Oswin Lore The definitive lore. From AU's to canon. by OswinUnknown

NOTE: ITS STILL A WIP, ONLY CHAPTER 4 AND THE EPILOGUE NEED TO BE WORKED ON, but for the rest, its all finished! take a gander :3

[employee052]

hello i havent posted fics in ages but, i wanted to try again, specifically to tell the story of how my self insert/sona and my narrator became friends

feel free to read it idk askjdh

[employee052]

ding dong ding dong idk if i mentioned it earlier but the route 23 drabbles are finally up!

its only got the three ive already written so far, but ill do my best to write more. feel free to check it out! heres the most recent one :3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[employee052]

we do be writing

[employee052]

[A new ending and a new beginning.] (art + a fic)

[I accidentally wrote a lot for the art piece, so the full art is at the end under the cut!]

"An odd silence fell between the two of them as the sun began to gently rise from its slumber and out into the sky above. A soft drizzle pouring onto the ground below as Stanley clung to the jacket resting on his shoulders. The breeze hitting his skin as he realized what this was.

It was weather.

It was the rain. It was the cool breeze against his skin, the warmth of the sun above, the grass below him, the trees surrounding him.

It was freedom. Just like the way the two had hoped that they would one day see.

The Narrator smiled softly, Gently grabbing Stanley's hand as they sat side by side on the hilltop.

He gazed out into the world around them. The sunlight making his eyes shine a familiar yellow as he turned to see all there was to see in that moment alone. There was an odd sense of finality to his face, as though he was conjuring another story in his mind. Only this time, there were no more endings, no more resets.

Simply a story with a beginning and an end.

Stanley looked at him curiously, nudging his arm as The Narrator turned to face him with a guilty look.

This made Stanley nervous. Despite having only seen the Narrator in person for a short amount of time, in all his time within the office, he never once imagined that the same man that he was hearing all this time would be sitting beside him looking at him like he was his world.

And perhaps he was, Stanley thought to himself.

'It's funny, isn't it Stanley?' The Narrator asked in a low rumble, 'To think, the ending we've both desperately dreamed of achieving, and all you had to do was get me to listen."

Stanley smiled, it was a challenge to get him to stop without a voice. An even bigger challenge to get him to listen to what he had to say.

Yet as his legs ached from running up those stairs towards the escape pod, The Narrator holding his hand as he wondered if they were really about to be freed. Stanley knew that he would do it all again if it meant that the two of them could sit on this hill together for just a brief moment.

The Narrator sighed, looking down at their hands in silent acceptance. Gently caressing soft circles on the back of Stanley's hand.

Stanley didn't need to look. The weight in his chest telling him all that he needed to know.

Stanley kept his eyes on the Narrator's face. Set on dedicating it to memory as the soft wisps of distortion chipping off the Narrator's body. His coat on his shoulders growing steadily lighter.

'It's okay,' The Narrator reassured, his free hand wrapping around Stanley's torso in a gentle side hug. 'We've both achieved our freedom. Even if it was for a brief moment.'

A sob escaped Stanley's throat. A soft gasp before he broke out into tears. He pulled The Narrator in for a hug, clinging desperately to him as he felt him hug back. The two of them holding onto each other desperately as the ending was in sight.

'Oh... I have so many things I wish to tell you Stanley.'

Stanley felt the Narrators lips press against his head tenderly.

'But this isn't my ending to live. It's simply another beginning to your own story.'

The two stayed like this for another moment. Holding each other in their arms as the stars faded for the morning skies' hues to colour the atmosphere above them. Tears streaming down their faces. Stanley felt the Narrator's grip grow weaker feeling the distortion grow more intense as he clung to him even harder.

'Stanley, would you mind if I narrate this moment for us? For old times sake.' He whispered. 'It will be different, I promise.'

Stanley chuckled quietly. His shoulders shaking as he nodded, wiping his tears. For once, he never thought his lines would bring him this much comfort.

The Narrator coughed, the distortion about to overtake him as he pulled Stanley in closer. Speaking with whole chest befitting for a true and final ending.

'And so, Stanley and The Narrator could feel the breeze against their skin. A new ending, and a new beginning for them both. The feeling of freedom within themselves.'

'This was exactly the way, right now, that things were meant to happen.'

'And Stanley was free.' "

[The End]

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[For different versions of the art!- uh... we can only have one cut, so just... scroll down lmao]

[employee052]

new chaptah new chaptah time

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

BASICALLY: sharing a space with someone and brainstorming blorbos together ajsdnb