Sweet Dreams: 2
anonymous
May 14 2011, 23:52:37 UTC
“What kind of cake?” the Cube asks mildly curiously, suddenly sitting on the pillow next to her.
“Does that matt-” but before he can finish the question, he looks back to her. “A chocolate cake. A big, moist, chocolate cake,” he promises. “With the richest frosting in the world, and with big, juicy cherries on it. The kind that tastes so good it almost hurts to eat. We’ll eat it until we can’t move anymore from being so full, and we’ll just lie around groaning about how full we are for hours. The kind of fullness that makes you sleepy. And, and it’ll smell so good that it’ll almost be like those old cartoons, where the steam rises from it and picks you up by the nose to lead you over
( ... )
Sweet Dreams: 3
anonymous
May 14 2011, 23:57:57 UTC
crap I replied to the wrong comment for part 2 oh well :P When the sun rises, and not a moment later, he begins talking to her again, a bag of pretzels from the mini-bar serving as his breakfast
( ... )
Sweet Dreams: 4
anonymous
May 15 2011, 00:01:21 UTC
He tells her about the sun for a surprisingly long time, and then about the rain, and then about plants and photosynthesis. He basically finds himself teaching her an entire semester of middle-school biology in the space of a day, but he always makes sure to elaborate on the practical ramifications of each facet of the conversation. For instance, when he finishes with photosynthesis and moves on to plant reproduction, the conversation veers off in the direction of flowers for at least an hour. He tries to describe to her all the flowers he’s ever seen; what they look like, what they smell like, where they grow, how big they get
( ... )
Sweet Dreams: 5
anonymous
May 15 2011, 00:04:25 UTC
“So, what should we talk about today?” He thinks about it for a moment. “How about stars? I know I told you about the sun yesterday, but there are a lot more. Millions. Billions.” So he begins to detail his knowledge of astronomy. The actual science of stars keeps them busy for a while, and he throws what he knows about constellations in there, just for fun. After that, they move on to the planets of the solar system, and their individual characteristics, and other, distant galaxies. He explains the phases of the moon, and why only one side of it ever faces Earth, and what an eclipse is. At some point, he tries to explain Carl Sagan’s bit about the Pale Blue Dot from memory, and finds himself almost in tears midway through. He is grateful that neither she nor the Cube judge him for this
( ... )
Sweet Dreams: 6
anonymous
May 15 2011, 00:07:26 UTC
Once in an increasingly great while, she gets up for her computer-assisted mental reinvigoration. As usual, he hides in the bathroom when this happens. The Cube sits in the bathtub, and asks why they’re hiding
( ... )
Sweet Dreams: Epilogue
anonymous
May 15 2011, 00:08:07 UTC
Chell puts the scorched Companion Cube down and sits atop it for a rest. Silent as usual, she admires the warmth of the sun and scent of the air around her. The night before, it had rained on her, and she was thrilled. Even as she got soaked, she had gazed into the sky, imagining pictures in the stars. Everything on the outside is exactly the way she had thought it would be.
Better than that, it’s exactly how she had dreamed it would be.
Re: Sweet Dreams: Epilogue
anonymous
May 15 2011, 04:28:18 UTC
OP: That epilogue is so heartbreaking in its joy, if that makes any sense. It almost feels that in a way, he got to experience the sun and the rain, too.
Authornon is so beyond flattered she may be blushing IRL
anonymous
May 15 2011, 05:08:32 UTC
hfkdshiohfionl are you kidding me you guys
people are crying because of something I wrote? Like, people I don't know in real life? This is like the biggest compliment I have ever received, ever. Seriously, I should be thanking you guys, for real.
And if it makes you feel better, you guys can do what I'm doing, and just decide that Rattmann survived on minibar food for all 99999- and he hid in the bathroom again when Wheatley showed up and ANY MINUTE NOW he's going to run into Chell in that field and they'll openly weep with joy and eat all the cake.
“Does that matt-” but before he can finish the question, he looks back to her. “A chocolate cake. A big, moist, chocolate cake,” he promises. “With the richest frosting in the world, and with big, juicy cherries on it. The kind that tastes so good it almost hurts to eat. We’ll eat it until we can’t move anymore from being so full, and we’ll just lie around groaning about how full we are for hours. The kind of fullness that makes you sleepy. And, and it’ll smell so good that it’ll almost be like those old cartoons, where the steam rises from it and picks you up by the nose to lead you over ( ... )
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Better than that, it’s exactly how she had dreamed it would be.
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Thank you for this fill.
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Rattmann...*sniff*
Oh, god. I need a hug.
Thank you, anon. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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people are crying because of something I wrote? Like, people I don't know in real life? This is like the biggest compliment I have ever received, ever. Seriously, I should be thanking you guys, for real.
And if it makes you feel better, you guys can do what I'm doing, and just decide that Rattmann survived on minibar food for all 99999- and he hid in the bathroom again when Wheatley showed up and ANY MINUTE NOW he's going to run into Chell in that field and they'll openly weep with joy and eat all the cake.
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...this is my headcanon now. o ,o
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