Portal 2 Blue Sky Fanfic Audiobook
AdamationsYT for Wheatley
Wheatley is often the comic relief, and foils GLaDOS. He’s a frantic, fast-talking, British-accented, personality core who was used to bring down GLaDOS’s intelligence in the earlier games, and often referred to as an “Intelligence Dampening Sphere”. While he is often referred to as a 'moron' he's not necessarily stupid, and his "creative" ideas often serving as helpful and necessary to progress He cares deeply for others although he may struggle to show this at times.
This video serves a good model as to how he should sound: https://youtu.be/afHt_1sVQ14
Note: This is a very large role. While this is just a proof of concept to determine if the full capacity of the fanfic can be done, it is preferred that you can maintain the role throughout the 15 chapters to sustain consistency should we go forward with the full breadth of the project. If you have questions regarding this, please message me privately.
[Upon Seeing Chell for the first time after her suspension after the events of Portal 1. Please do not read for announcer.]
WHEATLEY: Hello? Anyone in there? Hello? Are you gonna open the door at any time..AHH!!- Oh God. You look te—umm…good. Looking good, actually. Are you ok? Are you-Don’t answer that. I’m absolutely sure you’re fine. There’s plenty of time for you to recover. just take it slow.
ANNOUNCER: Please prepare for emergency evacuation.
WHEATLEY: Stay calm! St-stay calm! ‘Prepare’- that’s all their saying. ‘Prepare.’ It’s all fine. Alright?
[After being hit by a meteor in space, Kevin (Also known as the Space Core), was his only companion and has just been blown to bits by the impact]
WHEATLEY: Uck- hch- pfheh! Oh, God, I'm full of bits of him! Bits of Kevin! Oh, that's just sick- err, and a but disrespectful, too I suppose. You're not really supposed to inhale the dead. Looked on as a bit of a faux pas in most circles
Wheatley sneezes.
WHEATLEY: Sorry, Kevin. Couldn't help it. Still, at least it's the way you would have wanted to go, right? Atomized by a meteor, in space. Almost poetic really...
[After falling back down to Earth, and being insulted by GLaDOS]
WHEATLEY: Oh, yeah? Well, why don't you come down here and say that, Miss Bossyboots-In-Charge-Of-Everything-Knickers? I didn't hear you doing much mouthing off about- about temporary solutions when I was up there and you were chasing about down here in a potatohhhhh god oh god why did I say that why did I say that why did I say that why did I say that-
