Chell Versus WheatleyVersusChell Versus Wheatley by GreenTeeMochee
"Cheeeell 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
"Chell versus 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 o