Prompt Post Round 1
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The sound of metal slamming against metal was still ringing in the air and Chell was several yards away, taut and ready to keep running. She'd been leaning against the shed, waiting out the day's sun in its shade. When the door sprang open again the shudder of the old building and the sound had been like bullets in her shoulders.
Panting, she squinted into the darkness, ears listening for the slightest sound of a threat. There was something in the dark but it was unfamiliar. Sunlight bleeding around the building's edge lit on pale bare flesh and a flash of blue. Chell edged closer, curiosity mingling with fading adrenaline. What was GLaDOS up to...?
It was a woman. She was leaning heavily against the back wall of the elevator, tall and gaunt. Her skin was ashy pale and her long, blonde braid was frayed like an old rope. The jumpsuit she wore was blue and her feet were bare. Eyes clouded with pain opened behind a pair of thick, square-rimmed glasses.
"Oh..." she said, breath heavy and rasping. "Hello, again."
Chell's jaw dropped in silent shock as the woman with Wheatley's inflections fell forward into her arms.
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She was busy distracting herself, trying to ignore what she'd heard and making sure the unconscious woman now lying beside the companion cube was safe. Chell had ventured away from the shed for water, finding that time had abused the old Aperture parking lot but not the emergency supplies in the guard shack. Chell was placing a wet rag on the woman's forehead to ward off heat stroke when she opened her eyes. They were blue and normal but she could see something not human in their depths. A drop of water fell from the rag onto the woman's forehead.
"No no no! I've got cracks in my hull-" the woman bolted into a sitting position "-and if that gets in there I'm done foooaAUGH!" and collapsed into Chell's lap, hands pressed tightly against her face, gasping for breath. "Wha...what's going on? My pain circuits...everything...I don't feel right. I..."
The fingers covering her face twitched and she slowly moved her hands away from her eyes. She wiggled them again, made a fist. Tears began to trail down her lightly freckled cheeks and she brushed at them with shaking hands. Wheatley had never been speechless before. Chell gently wrapped her arms around the body in her lap.
"Oh god...what has she done to me?" the voice was small and scared and undeniably that of the friend who had led her, ultimately, to freedom.
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I WAS KINDA ANTICIPATING MALE!WHEATLEY BUT HEY IT'S UP TO AUTHORANON.
ps this isnt the person who requested it lol.
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