WARNING: This chapter contains Creepy Stalker Chell. If you are easily creeped out by Creepy Stalkers, turn back. You have been warned.

Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

Any of you peeps who aren't total Chelley fanpeeps should read this message (No offense to the Chelley fanpeeps, btw):

You probably think that Chell having a crush on Wheatley is unrealistic, well I did some research, and it isn't actually all that farfetched.

See, humans are social creatures, that's just how we are, and our minds crave social interaction. (And complete patterns, and the glory of achievement, and data, etcetera etcetera.)

Now Chell, being treated like an object for most of her life, got very little social interaction and kindness and all around compassion. So when she met Wheatley, her mind would most likely latch onto him as a friend of sorts because it had been depraved of any form of interaction or kindness for so long.

So Chell would most likely think of Wheatley as a friend (at the very least) or she might develop a crush or even a fixation on him.

Plus the fact that my incarnation of Chell has only a few friends and lives a lonely life, in this story she HAS developed a fixation on him.

Why the bloody hell would Chell try to make him ill? (To be honest, he did deserve that slap) He already apologized!

And he gave her a crate of apples.

If someone had tried to kill him (but failed) and apologized, he would still be right ticked off, he would, but he wouldn't try to give said person diseases!

Well, maybe if-No, stop it Psychotic Me, I don't need any of your ideas.

He decided to make sure to avoid her as much as possible. (And lock his door. Seriously, this could have been prevented if he had.)

Unfortunately, she started coming in every day.

After about two weeks, he noticed that she would always look at him in that weird, creepy way.

Every time, she would order a french vanilla coffee with extra sugar and whipped cream.

So. Damn. Creepy.

He failed to notice, however, that every day a person with a generic looking face and generic looking clothes with generic looking sunglasses would sat at the same table near the window, watching him. But he was so generic, however, that Wheatley, nor anyone else, would every notice him without him drawing attention to his generic self.

One day, three weeks after The Lady had found out who he was, he was taking the garbage to the dumpster behind the building before locking up, when he noticed that The Lady was standing a few feet behind him when he turned around.

"AHH! Oh, it's you. Bloody hell, why'd you creep up on me like that?" He asked her.

She didn't respond. She did, however take a step forward.

"Okay, uhh, I know you're not, um, mute. Talked to me today, in fact, so... Could you tell me, at all, what you're doing?" He let out a few nervous chuckles.

Step.

"Okay, I'll be honest: You're really creeping me out now, so, can I just... Go...?"

Step.

"Cards on the table: You are being really freaky, right now, so, could you just... Move over there, one step to the left? And all?" Another nervous chuckle escape his lips.

Step.

"Okay, didn't want to do this, but, you leave me no choice. So..." He tried to push her aside and make a run for it.

But she stopped him, grabbing his waist.

"Help?" He said, shocked, horrified, terrified, and meekly.

She whispered "You're mine." and passionately kissed him.

Wheatley, filled with mind-numbing terror, could do nothing but wait until she pulled away.

Then he pushed her aside with all of his strength and broke into a run for the door, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He slammed into the door and locked it as quickly as possible, then he ran to the front and bolted that door, then he ran up the stairs into his room and bolted THAT door.

Then he pushed himself into the corner of his bedroom and curled up into the fetal position while sobbing quietly.

GLaDOS stewed over what she had just seen.

She had seen it all.

Her Friend had been attacked by a madwoman. She didn't like that.

Not.

One.

Bit.

Hello anonymous reader!

Any and all valid criticism and just plain ol' feedback is greatly appreciated!

Seriously , I don't know what you peeps think of my story without criticism and feedback.

I'm changing the category, it will now be Adventure/Horror.

Creepy Stalker Chell is creepy. And a stalker.

Thanks for reading and please enjoy!