WARNING - Before you peeps go off judging me for corrupting my story with a Chelly setup, let me tell you something:

The story isn't turning into a Chelley story.

Nope, well, maybe a little bit, but think 'obsessive/possessive ex-girlfriend' for the majority of the rest of this story.

She was sad. And lonely.

Her Friend had left her without even saying goodbye.

She missed him.

So she decided that she would find him and bring him back, and he would be her Friend. Even if it was the last thing she ever did.

Unbeknownst to her, a small black box sat on her chassis and blinked an error message.

ERROR - COULD NOT PURGE

INSANITY LEVEL 91%

REPAIRS NEEDED

She missed him.

She had tried to catch him through that portal, she had tried her hardest.

But she couldn't reach.

She missed her Wheatley.

And honestly, she might even go for the Evil Him.

Her life was lonely, her job restocking shelves was lonely, and she was lonely.

Very lonely.

A bell jingled as the door to 'Cafe a Latte' was opened.

"Hey Mike, how ya doin'?" The police office asked the 30ish man at the counter.

"Hey Lucas, I'm good, you?" Michael, or Mike, replied.

"I'm fine, in fact, this guy here needs a job." The police officer, or Lucas, told Mike.

"Really? My name's Michael Nelson, but you can call me Mike." Mike asked, reaching for Wheatley's hand.

Wheatley, who had no idea why he felt the sudden compulsion to shake the man's hand replied "Pleasure to meet you, my name's Millard Wheatley, but you can call me Wheatley. This guy here told me that you have a position open?" He introduced himself, then asked while pointing to Lucas.

"I sure do! I need someone to take orders from people and ring 'em up." Mike told him.

"Well, I think I can do that, I've been talking to people all my life." He said.

"Good, I don't like interviews much, so here's what we're gonna do: In about half an hour, people are gonna get off work, so there's gonna be some people coming by then, now I want to see how you handle the job and if you can keep up with the orders." Mike told Wheatley.

"Well, I gotta run, I'll come by again in an hour or so, bye." Lucas said.

"Bye!" Both Wheatley and Mike said in unison.

"Okay, here's an apron and a hat-" Mike started.

"I GET A HAT?! YES!" Wheatley yelled, snatching the apron and hat from Mike's hands and putting them on quickly.

Mike chuckled, "Okay, you can go help Dan clean up the kitchen to get ready for later." Mike told him.

"Yes sir!" Wheatley said, walking off to the kitchen.

Wheatley had never had such fun in his life. Not even testing could compare to the joy of getting to talk to people and put green paper in a metal bin for two hours.

Saying Wheatley was good at his job would be the understatement of the year, he was wonderful at his job.

Of course, it would be physically impossible for him to be any worse at cleaning. Except for mopping, he was good at that.

He was also a decent food-maker, his coffee was to die for.

That night, Mike congratulated Wheatley on getting his new job.

"You did great today, you're hired. You've just gotta come to the back and sign your name on a few documents to register your new job with your ID." Mike told him.

"Sure thing, I'll be there in a minute." Wheatley said, walking over to turn the 'We're OPEN' sign off as per orders.

"Hey, have you got a place to stay? Lucas said you just got here." Mike asked.

"No, I actually haven't really thought about that..." Wheatley said.

"Well, you can stay in the attic, it's got a bed and a private bathroom up there. I never really had any better place to put that bed, but you can use it if you want." Mike offered him.

"That'd be great! Thanks!" Wheatley said, coming over to the backroom with the computer and the documents.

"Okay Wheatley, sign here, put your ID number there, and put your initials there. I'll mail this to the DOWL tomorrow, and here... Are the keys to the attic room. I cleaned it last week so it should be fine." Mike said, then walked back to the front room.

"Thanks again, see you tomorrow!" Wheatley called to him.

"You too, remember to lock up!" Mike called back.

"I will, good night!"

As soon as Mike left, something dawned on him.

He had to eat now.

He how to eat, he'd eaten one of Dan's delicious cookies earlier, and he also knew had to use the restroom, he'd used that too.

But he just now realized that if he didn't do those things he would die.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered under his breath as he went upstairs and flopped down onto his new bed.

Tomorrow he'd have to ask Mike what he was supposed to eat.