As The Madwoman dragged Wheatley through the field, Wheatley didn't move at all on his own through the duration of their trip.

He had gone into somewhat of a comatose state as his poor, overworked brain tried to process the things that had happened to catch up with the things that are happening.

His mind snapped back to reality when he heard three people yell "FREEZE!" at the same time.

"No. He's mine. None of you can have him." The Madwoman said to the three police officers standing a few feet away from her.

"HELP!" Wheatley yelled, from his very painful position on the ground with half his body held in the air by The Madwoman who wouldn't let go of his hand.

"Put your hands behind your head and drop the... Man." One of them said.

"NO! He's MINE!" She screeched.

"get your stun guns ready" One of them whispered to the others. To which they both nodded.

"This is your last chance to come peacefully. Put your hands behind your head and drop the man." One of them repeated.

"I will NOT! He belongs to ME! NOT YOU!" She screeched, getting ready to charge them.

"FIRE!" One of them yelled, shooting their taser guns at her, sticking little propes into her flesh before electrocuting her to knock her out.

She didn't even scream while she kept her eyes completely trained on him.

Ignoring that creepiness, two of the three police officer gave a look that could most accurately be described as 'Really? You actually did that?' to the one that yelled 'FIRE!'.

"What? I-I've always wanted to say that. It's sounds better than 'shoot', don't you think?"

"Uhh... A little help? She's, she's got my hand. It's stuck. She won't let go.

She was still looking at him.

The three police officers came over, and using all of their strength, they managed to pry her fingers open enough that he could get his hand out of her iron-gripped hand. The three police officers then lifted her up, put her in their Transport Van, and then drove away to, presumably, the nearest loony bin.

Wheatley knew exactly where he was, and after brushing off the remainder of the dirt on his filthy blue outfit, he started walking back to the cafe.

It wasn't long before he entered, and when he did, Mike greeted him.

"Hey! There you are! Where've you been? You've been gone for a while." He said.

Sighing, Wheatley said "Do you want the short version or the long version?" He said, sounding like he really didn't want to tell him.

"Short" He replied.

"Well, see, this madwoman attacked me in the alley, then I locked up, then, the next thing I know, I'm in her apartment! Then I ran to the police station, and they arrested her, and she must've escaped, because I took a walk yesterday morning and she started charging at me from nowhere! Then we ran into the wheatfield, and she kept chasing me, and we got turned around, and it took all that time to run back! But then she caught me, and using her iron-gripped hands, she wouldn't let me escape! Then, these three, very nice, people in blue and white clothing came up and took her away! And then I came here, and told you this story. The end." Wheatley said, finishing his slightly modified story.

Mike just stared at him. "You should go wash up... Your clothes are filthy.

"Oh! That's a good idea, actually, I will do that." Wheatley said as he started walking towards the stairs in the back.

He spent the next twenty or so minutes showering, putting his clothes in the laundry bin, and just general cleaning.

When he was done, he resumed his job as the cashier in the cafe, and a few nice ladies gave him little white slips of paper with some kind of numerical code on them.

He decided he'd ask Mike what the codes meant later.

As he finished up and washed the serving counter, he noticed a weird truck going by the front door.

Wierd.

Mike had already gone by the time Wheatley finished, so Wheatley just went up to his miniature apartment, not noticing the new holes in his walls.

He put on his pajamas and went to bed, falling asleep much faster than he normally would.

When he woke up, he started his normal routine, not noticing the gray panels that now comprised the walls because he wasn't really paying attention to that.

He was paying attention to the already-made toast sitting on the counter.

It wasn't until he heard a mechanical CLICK-WHIRR that he looked around and noticed that all of the walls and floors had changed.

A small monitor appeared from behind a wall panel.

"Do you like it?" A weird yellow smiley face entity that appeared on the screen asked him.

Oh no.

A./N.

Will he ever escape GLaDOS? ANSWER: [ REDACTED ]

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