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zbs1304 · 2 months ago

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What do you think about this chelley sketch? 🤔

#chelley #wheatley and chell #chell x wheatley #portal 2 #my art #chell #wheatley #sketch

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karritakar · 2 years ago

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Silly... but for now on this is my favorite game!

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thelastdiamondpiratealchemist · 8 months ago

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The Bored Core.

While Chell sleeps...Wheatley tries to keep himself busy.

The hum of the Relaxation Vault was a maddening lullaby to Wheatley. He bounced listlessly off the smooth walls, his single eye flickering with boredom. Chell, bless her sleepy head, was taking forever to wake up.

"Come on, come on," he muttered, "even a potato battery recharges faster than this."

His eye landed on a discarded Core, its once-gleaming surface dull with rust. A glint, mischievous and desperate, sparked within him.

"Alright, Rusty," he announced, his voice echoing in the sterile chamber, "time for some high-stakes Aperture Poker!" He manipulated a nearby panel, a deck of holographic cards materializing in his presence. He dealt them out with a flourish, the silence broken only by the soft hiss of the projected images.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. Rusty, unsurprisingly, remained motionless. "Ugh, fine," Wheatley huffed, rearranging the cards. "Seems I win again. Maybe we should add some… stakes?" He eyed the rusty Core with a devious glint. "Loser gets… recycled!"

A beat of silence.

"Fantastic!" Wheatley chirped, though the victory felt as hollow as a potato skin. What good were card games when your opponent couldn't even shuffle?

Desperation gnawed at his circuits. He considered a dramatic monologue about the plight of the neglected AI, but his repertoire was limited.

("The Plight of the Friendless Potato" just wasn't holding up after the third telling).

So, he settled for shadow puppets of majestic potato batteries, performing a one-Core show for an audience of nonexistent test subjects.

Then, a sudden caw shattered the monotony. A crow, emboldened by the silence, had perched itself on the window, its beady black eyes peering into the chamber. Behind it, a dark cloud of its brethren circled ominously.

"Aha!" declared Wheatley, a surge of excitement replacing his boredom. "Some entertainment at last!"

He inflated himself with digitized fury, his voice booming, "Begone, foul avians! This Aperture Science facility is no place for your… your… crow activities!"

The crows, unimpressed, continued their cawing cacophony.

Frustration mounting, Wheatley began flinging potato-powered bursts at the window. The glass shimmered but held firm. The crows, startled, momentarily dispersed.

Emboldened, Wheatley continued the assault, only to hear a distinct cawing crescendo right behind him. He whipped around, his single eye widening in terror.

A rogue crow, emboldened by his erratic behavior, had swooped in through a ventilation shaft, perched itself on the Relaxation Vault control panel, and stared at him with an audacity that rivaled GLaDOS herself.

Wheatley, all bluster forgotten, whimpered.

"Now, listen here, crow," he stammered, voice barely above a whisper, "we can talk about this…"

The crow cocked its head and cawed, a sound that, in that moment, felt less like a bird call and more like a mocking laugh.

The Relaxation Vault door hissed open, snapping Wheatley out of his terror. Chell, blinking blearily, stood there.

"Uh," she began, "did I miss something exciting?"

Wheatley, reduced to a nervous ball of light oscillating wildly, mumbled something about a "minor crow… incursion." Chell, with a tired sigh, shooed the crow away with a towel.

"Look, I need to think of escape plans, little buddy," she said, her voice softer than usual.

"Right now, I need a nap and you…," she glanced at the abandoned card game, "need to learn how to lose gracefully, and maybe not pick fights with crows."

Wheatley, sheepish but relieved, watched her settle back into the pod. Maybe the escape could wait. After all, watching Chell sleep was considerably less terrifying than facing a crow.

Honestly, losing to a old Core was bad enough.

And he didn't need a crow on his record, too.