Itches chapter 2 Compliments

Itches.

Chapter 2

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Chell was panting, (more like hyper ventilating.) propping herself up against an unintentional scrap metal pillar. One of the many results of Wheatley 'driving' (He said it was just like driving. Has he even seen a car?) the motel room. Which was in shambles.

"Uhm, that motel room ride could've been a LOT smoother I suppose, but! You're alive! And that's what matters, right?" Wheatley smiled, nodding enthusiastically.

"Well there's a portal gun, not that far away actually." He announced tilting his body in the direction of a floor that consisted of cracked glass. Chell opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the talkative core, "I'll meet you on the other side!"

Wheatley's POV

He zoomed away on his management rail, looking at, "Chell", he learned her name was, as she jumped down through the cracked glass floor into the introduction booth. Conveniently  stocked with a toilet, he might add.

"Do-do you see the portal device? There on that podium? It's sparking quite a bit actually.." He called out to her. Chell stopped right before the sparking little platform and looked at Wheatley with a "What?" look. Wheatley felt a little shock tingle through his body.

CRASH. Splish splash.

"A-are you alright? Do you see the portal gun? Anywhere? Hello? You alive? …Hola..?"

Silence.

"I'll meet you in a hour! Assuming you aren't dead, but if you are! I'll drop by, recover your corpse, and bury you. Alright? See you in an hour!"

Chell's POV

Chell walked into another chamber, waiting to see Wheatley appear, looking expec-

"Ah, good! You've got a portal gun!" Wheatley exclaimed excitedly. Chell portaled into the section where he hung on his rail. She looked up at him and waved a greeting, a slight smile on her face. She was kind of glad to see him. This dark place wasn't exactly the happiest of places. She did notice though, that he was completely avoiding eye contact, in fact he was turned around! Chell walked over to where he was looking, and he promptly turned around again. Chell walked over again. Wheatley turned around again. They stood ( or hung, in Wheatley's case) in silence. The woman looking at the his back wearing a "What? Is there something wrong with me?" look.

Chell felt a little hurt, continuing to look at him. He turned a little, and as soon as he contacted with her eyes he turned away again.

Wheatley's POV

Don't look at her, don't look at her, whatever you do, don't look at her. Don't you dare turn around and look at…at that, that zombie!

Wheatley's little shock he felt before, increased in frequency and intensity by every second he was near her it seemed! It was bloody scary!

Tap!

"GAH! GAAAH!!!" Wheatley flailed all around on his rail, as an intensified shock shook his body.

"GAAHH!! I'M DYING, I'M BLOODY DYING! I MUST BE DYING! AHHHHH!!!"

Tap.  He paused his flailing, and looked down at Chell. She managed to tap him with her portal gun.

"Uh! Erm..uhh…AHEM. Just testing out the integrity of the rail. It is quite stable. I thought..um..that you would like to know that." She looked like she didn't buy any of it. She continued to look at him, and pointed to the end of the management rail.

"Oh! Yes that. That dead end, right there. I am going to attempt to solve this problem. But it is bloody dangerous. Are you listening? I'm going to detach. Myself. From this rail. I…I might die. They told me, if I was to ever, EVER detach myself from this rail, I would die. But! Even if I do die the moment I disconnect myself, please still catch me. Okay…on the count of 3."

Okay Wheatley…in..out…in..oh wait, I don't need to breath.

"One.."

Still pretty comforting though. No that was a complete lie it's not comforting at all actually. He chuckled nervously inside his mind.

"Two…"

Chell raised her arms.

Okay…get ready, Wheatley! He swung himself back, building up momentum.

"I CAN'T DO IT, I CAN'T DO IT!!" He cowered shutting his eye tightly, but peeked out enough to see Chell standing there with an understanding look on her face.

Wheatley braced himself.

"THREE! CATCH ME CATCH ME CATCH ME!"

Clunk.

He didn't notice she had lowered her arms.

"Ow."

…. "I-I am not dead!" He laughed nervously, face down on the Aperture floor.

"I can't move now though, that's a prooo.." He slowly abandoned his sentence, as he was lifted off the floor gingerly.

Wheatley felt warmness enveloping his body. She turned him around to face her, smiling an apologetic smile.

Wheatley was calm enough to look over her face. He realized that it was not fur she had. It was hair. Her long silky hair…her eyes that carried a crystal clear look in them…her zombie traitlessness…..

"Wheat…Wheatley..?" She managed to get out, from her mostly unused voice.

"What a zombie.." Wheatley said dreamily, zooming in his optic lense closer to her.

Clunk.

"Ow!"