I just wanted to make a short epilogue to Portal 2 while everyone's waiting for my other stories. This is only going to be a one-shot, but I may also make one for Chell.

And if you may be wondering, "I am Vibrava" is no more, because I read it today, and whoa, did it suck!

Anyways, enjoy. Sorry it sucks.

Not much happened to Wheatley while he was in space. All he did was float around in the endless void, loathing himself for mistreating- almost killing- Chell. All while listening to Core 1, gasping over where he was. He reflected over what GLaDOS had said about him, "You're not just a regular moron, you where DESIGNED to be a moron".

At first, he resented, claiming he wasn't, but his eye was open now. He remembered all the nasty things he had done: shoving innocent turrets into cubes, his attempts at suffocating, crushing, and all out horrible things to Chell. He felt horrid and filthy for being such a monster, yet he had been. The only confort Wheatley had left was knowing Chell stopped him, and left the facility.

Wheatley had a few goals in mind; the first to land back into Earth, the next, to make peace with Chell. Chell and the core had been friends at the beginning, so he hoped that she would be able to-

No. The mute test subject was as stubborn as could be, everyone, core and scientist alike, knew it. As much as he disliked it, it was the truth. Depression set into Wheatley's cold, metallic heart. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

He needed someone to talk to. Lonely as he could be. A sudden spark of hope shot through him. "But I'm not alone," he began aloud, "The little core that as attached to me has been here the whole time, and I never thought of it!"

The blue core began to cheer up, gasping with enthusiasme on the same level as the spoken core.

He knew it was childish, but at least he had a friend.

Sorry this sucks so much, I didn't put much thought into it, but here it is.

Let me know what you think.