Where are yooou..?" A blonde haired man with blue eyes asked into the darkness of the bedroom his room mate Chell slept in.
"Somewhere you don't need to know," Chell replied back to him, her voice quiet, yet playful. The blonde man named Wheatley shuffled his feet around in a circle, thinking to himself where she could be. A light bulb clicked on above his head, and he quietly sneaked upstairs.
"Marco?" He asked
"Do you expect me to answer that?"
"Yes." Wheatley pouted, totally unaware that she had answered. He pouted all the way to the first door of three doors lined up in the hallway. Then a smile crept onto his face. He'd flush her out. One way or another. He placed his hand on the door knob
DOOR OPENING ABILITY!" Wheatley shouted dramatically, looking into the darkness of the laundry room. The only sounds were the washer and dryer rumbling and tumbling their contents. Wheatley immediately got out and eyed the next door, that was open, but veiled in darkness again. He sneakily(atleast in his opinion) made his way over to the door.
LIGHT SWITCH FLICK!!" Wheatley once again shouted, eyes darting around his empty bed room. The blue-eyed man pouted again, slouching. Where was Chell? He plopped on his bed. Then another idea popped up in his head.
Wheatley began to scream.
"GAAAAAH!!!! GAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! MY BLOODY HAND!!!!" Wheatley screamed spazzing out on his bed, for effect.
"Wheatley!?" Chell burst into his room, trying to stop him for moving so she could take a closer look at him.
"Stop moving!" Chell commanded, getting a little frustrated with worry for him. Wheatley smiled mischievously.
"Chell versus, MY AFFECTION!" Wheatley shouted out, triumphant this time, putting his arms around her, flipping their position, and nuzzled Chell's neck, hugging her close.
"You win for today, Wheatley," Chell laughed, kissing Wheatley's head.
"Maybe you'll win one day, love," Wheatley grinned up at her, kissing Chell on her lips.