Wheatley had woken up at 4 in the morning. He had wandered about for a while, but couldn't get tired. He decided to make Chell breakfast. He had tried to make her lunch before, but some aliens had flown in the window and blown it up.
Next thing to ponder, what did Chell like to eat for breakfast? She had fed him lots of things, cereal, toast, stuff like that, but she rarely ate breakfast herself.
He walked into the kitchen and saw the cupboard that she kept most of those cereal boxes. He grabbed and pulled, but it wouldn't open. Even with both his hands, it stayed stubbornly shut. It didn't pass his mind that Chell might have locked it to keep him out of the food.
After a few more tugs, he put his feet on the side of the counter and pulled. That did the trick, except the whole cupboard came loose from the wall, and it and Wheatley crashed to the ground.
It took about five seconds for Chell to be downstairs. She quickly pulled the cupboard off him.
"What are you doing?! What happened?" She yelled as she helped him up.
"I was going to make you breakfast, luv, but the door was stuck, and it wouldn't open! So I put my feet on the shelf there, see? And-"
Chell cut him off. "Yeah, ok..." She groaned and ran her fingers through her unbrushed hair, staring at the mess, "Ohhhhh, now I've gotta pay for someone to fix this..."
Wheatley seemed happy, "Someone's coming over? Great! I can show them my crayons!"
Chell glared at him, "Or, you could go to your room and stay quiet and out of the way!"
"But that wouldn't be any fun!" Wheatley said, undampened.
"Room." Chell snarled.
"Ok, luv, whatever you say!" Wheatley smiled and ran up the stairs, leaving Chell to call a carpender to fix the cupboard.
A few hours later, the carpender arrived. Chell greeted her at the door. She was a 20 year old, with dyed white hair and amber eyes. Chell led her the problem.
"Wow." She muttered, "What moron did this?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it..." Chell sighed, "Now, you'll be ok while I go upstairs and read?"
The carpender waved her hand, "You don't have to worry about a thing, miss!"
"Ok, then." Chell walked up the stairs to her room and shut the door.
The carpender started her work, but not for long before Wheatley came down the stairs.
"Hey!!!" He yelled suddenly, causing her to jump. She looked over at him.
"Oh, are you the mister of the house?"
Wheatley didn't move. His blue eyes were locked onto her with uttermost terror.
"What? Did your misses not tell you I was coming over?" She snapped.
He let out a scream that echoed aroo=und the house then floored it back up the stairs. Chell rushed out of her room and grabbed him as he went passed.
"What, what's wrong?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.
"H-her!" He choked, "W-why...is sh-e here?"
"She's fixing the cuboard, and Wheatley, I thought I told you to stay in your room!"
Wheatley had a blanc expression on his face. He pulled slowely away from Chell and stared down the stairs at the carpenter who had continued her work.
"Nice work, your MAJESTY!" He yelled down the stairs. He seemed to think he was taunting her.
"Wheatley, stop it!" Chell groweled. "Either go and watch her and be quiet, or go to your room and be quiet, ok?"
"Ok, luv." He headed down the stairs and Chell went back to her room.
Wheatley leaned over and looked at the carpender's name tag. Becky White?
He put on a fake smile, "Ello, Becky White! Killed anyone lately?"
She turned slightly to look at him. "Are you from an insane aside?"
"No, I'm from Aperture Science and/or space!"
"That's what I thought."
"Murderer."
"Excuse me?"
Wheatley turned his head a bit, looking at her through the corner of his eye, "You know what you are..."
"You are crazy."
"That's a new one!"
"What?"
"Ussually you call me a moron!"
"Oh, so you broke this cupboard."
"Accident, I assure you!" He stepped in front of her looking curiouse, angry, and a bit frightened.
"Outa my way, pal!" Becky snapped, she wanted to finished this job as fast as she could so she could go home.
"Your a killer! Don't lie to me!" He stepped right up to her and grabbed her face.
"Get off me!" She smacked his hand away.
"Ha! You just showed how much you hate me! Now you're a danger to the household!!!"
Becky tried to tell him he was crazy but Wheatley grabbed a folding chair and smacked her hard, right across the face. She collapsed to the ground with a brocken,bleeding nose.
"Oh...you're not her..."
She stared up at him, furiouse and angry, "WHO THE HECK DID YOU THINK I WAS?!?"
"Ummmm....eheh, ever heard of GlaDos...?I just knew you weren't her because she doesn't bleed like a commoner. Cause she's acctually a robot ummm android thing."
"That's it!!!" She sprang up off the floor and grabbed his shirt.
Chell came down an hour later and inspected Becky's work. The cupboard was as god as new. She thanked and paid her, then looked for Wheatley. He wasn't anywhere that she looked. But she didn't worry. She opened the cupboard to get some cookies and screamed. Wheatley was tightly crunched into it and managed a small smile at her.
"Ello, luv! I...uh...I deserved this..." He stared at her for a second then popped another cookie in his mouth.
