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Fanart for Blue Sky, a Portal fanfic by the talented waffles.
”Wheatley’s first impression of the great outdoors was not particularly positive. He recoiled, clamped both his hands over his eyes, and screamed.
“AAAHHH! Aaahh ahgodwhat’sthat it burns!” …
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For Wheatley, who’d been put together underground, who’d spent his entire existence either in the darkness of the maintenance tracks or under artificial light in the facility’s harshly-lit grey-walled chambers, the flood of natural light was staggering, blinding. During his time in space he’d guessed that the sunlight would be less intense down here beneath the blanket of the sky, but he’d been wrong. It was warmer, but no easier to bear. The filtered sunlight of his own avatar, tamed and modified as it was, didn’t even come close.”
Of course my picture is just all dramatization, the actual scenario from the fic would probably go like this:
Now, I don’t ask my followers to do much of anything. Do I followers? No. I faithfully reblog things I think you’d like, and maybe occasionally torment you with cat videos.
But I think if you played Portal, this is definitely worth a look. Just-
Just-
Read it.
I have literally, never cried as hard as anything in my life, not even when my Great Aunt died when I was eight.(Does this make me a bad person? Or does it make this an awesome fic? YOU TELL ME.)
Source: paperseverywhere
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