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Fortley Fanfic part 2
Wheatley looked outside a small window. He could see no one walking around the test tracks. He missed watching all the test subjects go through them, and see them complete the tests. He especially missed watching Forte go through them. He loved seeing her complete the tests, and the smile that devloped on her face when she did. He never would see that smile again.
Forte was at her small house, looking for something to snack on before she went to bed. As she walked into the kitchen, she remembered Wheatley yelling at the sun for shinning in his eyes on that morning. She would never forget that day. The day when Wheatley came back to her. She sighed, then went to her room.
Wheatley took a walk around the test tracks for the 3rd time since he had returned. he could never stop walking around and around and around the test tracks; it was his new way of thinking. GLaDOS was worried at times, because he would sometimes sit in the test chambers, and just cry. Every now and then, he would look
Forte looked up at the night sky one last time, before she broke down into tears. She missed Wheatley, and knew that she
could never forget him. He was the only one that could make her smile. She never thought that anyone could be as funny and outgoing as him.
Wheatley could say the same thing. Out in space with none other than the space core. "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL!" Wheatley was crying, and if he could, he would try everything to get back to Earth to be with Forte. He would apologize for everything, and promise never to hurt her again.
"Oh man, I screwed up big time." Wheatley said to himself. "I never meant to go as far as trying to kill her. But she just made me so mad! I wish I never let her go." More tears flooded down his face, and one of the tears fell down to Earth.
Forte looked up before going into her house, and felt a drop fall onto her glasses. "What? But the weather report said nothing about rain." Then she got it. I
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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