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actuallykiwi · 2 years ago

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Ho, ho, ho, @samrbdrawsdraws! I'm your @portal-secret-santa!!

I wrote some holiday Blue Sky for ya! I tried to make Wheatley as "evil" as possible lol.

Hope you enjoy! And Happy Holidays ❤️

The Lights

"That's enough, Wheatley! Too many lights and she'll overload! Take out the whole dang town and then some."

"Hang on, I've almost got it! Just gotta... get this tangle here, and... there! Foxglove is holiday'd up!" Wheatley leaned back on the beam to admire his handiwork of tying up the last string of twinkling lights.

Garrett shook his head. "I sure hope this don't blow up in our face... literally. Alright, get down here and I'll turn 'em on!"

"Right, on my way!" His long legs clambered down to the beam below him, being extra careful not to ruin his hard work. Not careful enough, however, as one of his sneakers snagged a plug and caused him to lose his balance.

"Ahhh!!!" He screamed as his right leg tangled in the lights, halting his fall. Garrett and Chell stood beneath him, arms outstretched to catch him, then Garrett chuckled as Chell breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God. Not falling to my death today, no siree! But.. yeah wow, this is embarrassing. Um, could you... could you help me down now? Being upside down offers new, er, perspective hehe, but I'd really like to be on the ground to admire the lights now, and, and not die."

Garrett laughed again as he approached the very long extension chord with the light switch on it. "Well let's admire 'em, then." With a click, Foxglove lit the field with lights of every color, twinkling and shimmering in every direction. The townsfolk that had been lingering nearby now crowded the tower, only a moment passing before they noticed the dangling upside-down man wrapped up in multicolor. Chell couldn't help but giggle herself.

"You did good, Wheatley. The lights look fantastic. You even added our first ornament!" Garrett grinned up at him. Wheatley crossed his arms.

"Very funny."

The Snow

Wheatley cuddled further into his blanket. He hadn't even opened his eyes yet, but he knew it was far too cold to get up. He reached for Chell, hoping her body heat might add some relief, but his hand met with a cold pillow. "Chell...?" He mumbled, before the dark room flooded with light. "Ah! What the bloody-... Chell, what are you doing, luv?"

His partner stood by the now-open window, gripping the curtains. She grinned back at him. "It's snowing." He blinked. He had heard of snow before, but being deep underground in a facility for heaven knows how long, you never got to see it. He knew it was white and cold, but this...

He rubbed his sleepy eyes behind his glasses and came to stand next to her, wrapped in his blanket. And the white bright world that met his gaze was, to put it simply, beautiful.

White, but glittering with so many colors in the sunlight. He knew it would be cold, but something about the freshly fallen powder made him just want to fall in it. Maybe it wouldn't be too cold?

Wheatley had been so entranced by the snow that he didn't even notice Chell had left his side. She was throwing things onto the bed. Leggings, coats, scarves, sweaters, hats and socks. She grinned at him as she grabbed her sweater. "Bundle up."

Well, he was right about one thing. It was cold. But the second thing he noticed was how quiet it was. Like the world was muffled. Aside from the people now gathering in the streets.

Chell stepped off the porch and held out a hand to him. "Come on." Wheatley looked down at her and jumped when he saw his own breath coming from him. "A-are you quite sure it's safe for humans to b-be out in this? It's quite cold, bloody cold, that..." Chell rolled her eyes and grabbed his gloved hand. He whimpered quietly as he stepped off the safety of the porch.

Crunch.

The noise the snow made when he stepped on it was so... satisfying. He took a few more steps and giggled. Then he took off at a run, dragging Chell with him. "Wheatley, careful! You're gonna-"

His foot came out from under him and then he was on his back, Chell tripping over him and landing on his tummy. "....slip."

"Owww, thanks for the warning..." Wheatley groaned as Chell helped him to his feet. Now he was cold AND had a headache. She smiled up at him, and then something flew and hit her in the shoulder.

"AHH! What was that!?? Are we under attack??" Wheatley grabbed Chell's head and held it to him, looking frantically for danger. The twins laughed from behind a truck.

Chell shoved him off and laughed. "No, it's a snowball fight!" She leaned down and grabbed 2 handfuls of snow. She gestured for him to follow and snuck up to the truck. When the twins peeked above the bed, she nailed them square in the face.

Chell and the boys laughed as some other kids joined in. Wheatley ducked for cover behind her, but she pulled him out. "Try it!" She handed him a snowball. He eyed it curiously, then one nailed him on his stomach. "Oof! Ohh, mate, you're in for it now!" Wheatley gripped his snowball and chucked it as hard as he could at the kid that hit him. The impact on the kid's back knocked him over, but he laughed and kept on playing.

"That was..." Chell approached him. "You good?" Wheatley looked at her... than laughed maniacally. "FEEL MY SNOWY WRATH!! MUAHAHA!" The town never stood a chance. Wheatley's reach and speed was simply too much as he nailed every person that he could find. It would have been scary had it not been for how much he kept slipping and getting drenched himself.

Finally, his snowy tyranny stopped when his head got heavy and everything went white. Chell and Romy had ganged up on him and planted a massive snowball over his head. "Alright, you're done. Pretty sure half the town has a black eye now..." Romy sighed and shook her head.

Chell helped shake the snowball off of him and he sneezed. "Yeah... yeah I think I'm done."

The Mistletoe

The elf in the tree was grinning too smugly. He looked like he just heard a secret and was planning to not keep it so. This elf was hiding something...

"You can stare at it all you want, it's not going to move." Chell commented as she placed another platter on the dining table. "I know, but, this cheeky bugger is up to something..." Wheatley was nose-to-nose with something that Aaron referred to as an "Elf on the Shelf". This thing was on a Christmas tree, though. Very suspicious, indeed...

He eventually gave up the staring contest and plopped back down on the couch. The tree ended up looking a lot like Foxglove did, covered in multicolor lights, but this time with that cheeky elf and several other bright and colorful ornaments. Not a dangling Wheatley, course.

"Wheatley, come help me with setting the table," Chell called from the kitchen. He obliged and trotted into the kitchen. Several red and white plates were soon laid out over the table, with a vase of holly in the center. They were having a few people over shortly for their Christmas Eve dinner.

Wheatley wandered around, admiring the weird traditions that humans did around this time of year. What he now did around this time of year. He had heard of most of them, but one caught his eye.

There, above the doorway to the kitchen from the living room, was a small leafy plant with a red ribbon around it, dangling just below the doorframe. Was it to ward off ghosts? Intruders? Was it just a unique decoration?

"Hey, Chell, what might this be? I understand the tree now, and the pretty red flowers, but I've never seen this before." Wheatley asked from right underneath it.

Chell looked up from the oven, and smiled. She took off her mitts and approached him until she was standing just a few inches from him. She had this look on her face, smiling, but a hint of mischief?

"It's called a mistletoe." He furrowed his brows. 'A missile toe? It doesn't look like a missile or a toe? What does that even mean?" She laughed and draped her arms around his shoulders. "No, a mistletoe."

He gulped. Was there something in her egg nog? "Er... okay... and what is a mistletoe for exactly?" Her smiled widened, and next thing he knew, she was on her tippy toes and kissing him. He blinked and melted into her, his arms draping around her waist.

She pulled back and brushed a hair out of his poinsettia-red face. "That." He nodded, a little out of breath. "I-I see... Say, could we possibly, maybe, hang those everywhere around the house?" She laughed and kissed him again.

Oh, it was a very Merry Christmas, indeed.

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