Chell revisits the shack after…days? Months? Years? ”Don’t come back,” She said. Suuuuuure.
I was doodling away at hands and crack and then this mental image came up, so I sketched it super quick. With copious amounts of perspective fail. THANKS FOR HELPING ME CHIP AWAY AT THE BLOCK GUYS. <3
Oh wow ancient art from when I first made my Tumblr and nobody knew I existed around here.
And by ancient I mean July.
Daaaaaamn things change fast. .___.
IDK. In my headcanon, Chell takes a while to finally tear herself away from the shack. Like a fledgling leaving the nest. Or leaving her mommy. For good. ;____;
OK BEAN STOP. YOUR HEADCANON IS OBVIOUSLY MESSED UP.
#She huddles in the corner of the shack for a couple days #while faint echoes of the turret opera plays from below #YOUR HEADCANON SUCKS BEAN
NO IT DOESN’T STOPPIT BEAN
JUST BECAUSE IT’S DIFFERENT FROM MOST PEOPLE’S DOESN’T MEAN IT SUCKS
I kind of want to see this fic’d now. Somebody want to get on that? ;D
