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[sunstreakerapologist]

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"Chell? You want me to braid your hair?"

[lyingmind-blog1]

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          ❛ You were never supposed to find me... ❜                     — the man stated defeatedly after turning to face the girl, an unsteadied hand dropping his paintbrush to the floor where he’d been working on another mural just a moment ago. He only ever wanted her to see his artwork, intending it to be guidance & inspiration for her to keep going. He never wanted her to see him. That could ONLY slow her down, especially if she tried to offer help. Now here he was slowing her down already. HOW could he let this happen...?

[dumbestmoron-blog]

❥

i’d love u forever if u sent one || ACCEPTING

❥ — a childhood memory

“get it!” the screech is coming from his mother, each one of her arms protectively holding back one of his younger siblings. audrey tucked under the left, and austin under the right. honestly, they don’t look too scared. sure, they’re both clinging to their mother, but aren’t they always? just taking up her attention, her time, her love — “wheatley, are you even listening? get it!” wheatley stops the thoughts before they get anymore negative, because he has been down that thought path before, and he knows it doesn’t end well. so, he focuses on the task at hand, and with a racing heart, eyes frantically go between the worried expression of his mother and the snake coiled in the bathtub.

“‘s — ‘s it poisonous?” words come out as a squeak and he makes no move towards the reptile.

“if it is, that makes it even more important that you get it out, don’t you think?”

“and snakes aren’t poisonous,” austin scoffs, his small, childish voice making anger boil in wheatley’s blood.

“yeah, they’re venomous.” audrey continues, and wheatley feels his hands ball.

“oh, don’t you know everything,” he snaps.

“wheatley! don’t talk back to your siblings that way, and get the,” the next word is silently mouthed, “damn,” and then she goes back to her urgent, loud tone, “snake!”

“okay, okay! fine..” wheatley takes a hesitant step towards the snake, and he knows it’s looking at him, and it knows it’s looking at him, and he knows his hands are sweating and his thoughts are a mess. a foot and a half away from the bathtub, wheatley freezes, head snapping back towards his mom. “okay, but — but if it is poisonous ——”

“venomous,” his siblings say in sync,

teeth grit. “if it’s venomous, what happens if i get bitten? because ‘m — won’t i die? or.. something..”

“look, just don’t get bit, wheatley. and wouldn’t you rather it be you than your siblings? you have more body weight to you, and more height; you have a higher chance of survival. so, just get it!” the look in his mother’s eye makes him give a frantic nod. more space is closed between wheatley and the bath tub, only a foot now. the snake slithers against the slick surface and gives a hiss at wheatley. a squeak of fear and he stumbles back. a glance back through the doorway into the hallway and his mother is looking more frustrated by the second.

“why — why can’t we just leave it there? let dad get it when he comes home —”

“because,” she starts, each syllable pointed, “your father has a long shift tonight, and he has to get up early tomorrow for an even longer shift. he needs his rest. he has things to do. unlike you, because before i grabbed you, what were you doing?” wheatley cowers. “you were supposed to be studying.”

“i — i was studying!”

“then why did i catch you not studying?” wheatley opens his mouth. “i don’t want to hear it. now, i’m going to take your brother and sister outside, and i expect to see you out there soon with that — that thing. alive or dead, i don’t care.”

“or — or dead? i —— i don’t want t’kill it!”

“then don’t!” a frustrated sigh. “c’mon, kids.” wheatley helplessly watches his mom usher out his siblings, following close behind them. he manages to see audrey poke her tongue out at him and he grumbles out his breath with an eye roll. he hates his siblings.

“alright, er.. who’s a good snake-y? you are! yeah.. you.. ‘s.. you.. okay, uhm..” a step forward. “please don’t bite me.” another step. “that would be — i wouldn’t appreciate that, an’ —” two more steps. “— i probably don’t even taste good!” he completely closes the gap between him and the bathtub. “uhm, alright.. let’s call you.. craig! yeah, okay craig —” craig hisses. “okay, message received, really. you don’t like me! cool, that’s fine, but i do need t’get you out of here so..” wheatley reaches for the snake and it stands its ground, pulling half its body from the ground and quickly snapping at his fingers. pulling back just in time, he yelps. “fine! fine, be that way! i — i didn’t even want t’catch you! yeah, you heard me, craig. how does that make you feel? an’ — an’ ‘m talking to a snake.” a sigh and he closes the bathroom door, sitting on the floor afterwards and leaning against it. “but at least you don’t leave me alone to possibly die. no, you — you’ll only kill me, but.. erm.. ‘s your nature! i get it.. you’re a.. yeah. ‘m still talking t’a snake.” head falls back against the door with a soft thud.

[inventiveflower]

“You sure about that, Vi? Because I remember you once saying something quite different.”

“Well, that was then, & this is now. Just... go away, Chell. I don’t need your help. I’m a big girl, I can do things on my own.”

Three years after the fall of the CAT Squad & Violet disappearing without a word, Chell has been on the lookout for her lost friend. After getting word that Violet is in Paris & hearing the stories of the “blonde terror” going throughout the city, she goes in hopes of reconnecting with her friend once more. But, upon finding her, Chell quickly discovers that Violet seems to want nothing to do with her.

(Based on this // @withportals)

[inventiveflower]

                 I feel it coming out my throat, 

                                         guess I better wash my mouth out with soap...

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