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A room, a room with things, a room with things collected from many years of living, things celebrating the escape from her grasp. That's what this room was, a celebration, everytime she used it. It was simple, but a celebration nonetheless.
Such a quiet life, living in the wilderness next to a huge wheat field. The breeze whistling behind the window, a soft golden light casting glorious rays on the makeshift carpet floor. It was perfect, quiet… or it would be.
The small robotic, twitching, pretty much half broken orb in her hands says otherwise to the quiet peace and then some. His bright, blue, surprisingly emotive eye looking directly into hers, blabbing about what he always did, nothing in particular.
Something about not being able to move a lot, or at all for that matter, she wasn't really paying attention. She just sat there, dragging a finger down certain openings in his shell, caressing his handles, looking at him with a loving but slightly bored expression.
“It's not really convenient, is it? I mean, having hands would certainly be helpful for me. It IS helpful for me, actually, now that I say that. Uh. I don't think I ever showed you much or talked much about myself, but, y'know, I used to have hands! When I was in the chassis. Not that I would want to go back in there, wouldn't dream of it. But y'know, I do miss being able to pick up stuff. Useful, it was.”
His artificial eye lids closed, and he nodded his eye to emphasize how much he missed being able to pick up things, which wasn't that much if he was really honest, but it was still nice.
“Uhh… speaking about… the uhh… chassis. I would like to repeat, uh, again. That I am super sorry about that. What. What I did… back then. I- I don't know what came over, me. At the time. Uhh. Again! Again, sorry. I just- uhh… wanted to… throw that out there. Y'know. ‘Cause I am truly deeply sorry, I feel… really really bad, for, uhh, torturing you and… uhh trying to, kill, you. Sorry. Y'know. Uhmm…”
He flicked his eye from her eyes to the wall next to him, or further more, to the right of him rather than next to him.
“I uhh.. I can barely believe that you, you forgave me! Let- let ALONE wanted to- to uhh… get- get WITH me. I just. It's, it's like a dream come true! That, uhh. Yeah. Just- I… I hope you. Know just how grateful I am, to have you here, with me, and not- not hating me. It means… a lot.”
The ever silent lady just continued to caress him, focusing more on the metal and wiring that's immediately reachable now. The ball looked over at her arm, then started to think.
“Y’know, i, erm… the chassis wasn't the only, uh, time I had hands! Could you believe it? I have this… this thing I can do! it's really cool!”
He looked at Chell, he could tell she wasn't listening in the slightest. Chell had ways of making him flustered, he has no idea how she does it, but it still happened. Maybe he could get her back? It certainly is a thought, is it a good one? Well, he wasn't exactly known for his smarts. But it was worth a shot, right?
“Here, uhh … lemme show you!”
Something started happening. A pink smoke suddenly started to shoot out from Wheatleys core, swallowing the two completely in pink fog, it smelled like motor oil and… man musk?
When the smoke cleared, all that stayed of it was particles on the mattress. When she opened her eyes, she expected to see Wheatley covered in pink dust, instead, she was met with glasses with seductive eyes behind them. She was face to face with a humanoid robot, with a bird's nest for hair and a proud smile on its face. A small bowtie is nestles just at the crease of his neck where it meets the torso, and a small vest outlining his chest and his… eye? Chest eye? Eye chest? Is it even an eye? That question gets answered when the eye blinks at her.
“Like what you see?”
Her eyes snapped back up to meet his, they were seductive and teasing. She blinked. Did she just hear that right?
“Handsome, aren't I? Not exactly sure why they gave me this-” he looked off to the side with an uncertain look in his eye, dropping the act. “-since, once again, they told me I'd DIE if I ever used this version of, uh, of my body.”
He looked back down at Chell, who stared up at him in stunned, slightly flustered, silence. He smiled in delight down at her at this reaction.
Finally, he sat up, bringing his hands into his lap and folding them there politely. He leans back on chells legs, which were halfway to being brung to her chest. Chell just watched as he sat back and relaxed.
“Now, that being said… I don't know how to go back to being a core… so, uhm… if- if you like me being a core better I'm, I'm afraid I can't do that for, you. Because I don't know how to do that.”
He said in a slightly guilty voice, looking away from her in embarrassment. He fiddled with his fingers as he waited for a response, even though he knew there was little to no chance of there being one, ever, even when it's most important to him.
“Do- do you like, this? This uh this body I mean.”
He looked down at Chell for an answer. She continued to look up at him in slight shock. Then suddenly, she grabbed his small bowtie and pulled him down to meet her face to face again. She felt his hair, it felt like a wig that came from a scam, she grazed her fingers over his face, it was surprisingly warm for something made completely of metal. All he could do is to let her touch him. his face felt hot with blush, and it got hotter the more time went and the more she touched him.
It was electrifying.
It was addicting.
It was love.
It was home.
It was strange.
Just a year ago he was disgusted by the idea of being associated with a human in the slightest, relationship with one or being one himself, it's why he never used this version of his body. And yet, this, this moment, this moment of calm and tension, it was a moment he wished would never stop. It was perfect.
Nobody there to tell him what to do in an angry voice, nobody there to tell him he was only made to make people stupid, or that he was stupid himself, nobody there to assign him jobs that weren't even needed so he'd shut up and get out of the way, nobody there to tell him that truth that he was just put in a position to be shoved out of the way, nobody there to tell him that he talks too much, nothing to do before thinking and making a mess since he couldn't even think straight with her hands on him, nothing to hurt, and nothing to hurt him.
He leaned into her palm, in turn letting himself relax and lay on her completely. He whined a bit as he enjoyed the feeling. She shifted her hand to pet his hair, needing her fingers into the unpleasant but strangely welcome texture. They breathed a sigh in unison.
This.
This is nice.