He was running.

He had no idea what he was running from, only that he was absolutely blood chillingly terrified.

He looked back to see what he was running-Oh, that's what he was running from.

Nothing he had ever seen before had chilled him the way seeing HER chasing him with that sheer look of determination in her eyes.

He started to hyperventilate.

And he screamed.

He had always been afraid of being chased, he used to have panic attacks as a child whenever he felt followed or chased.

He would start to hyperventilate, then he would start to panic, then he would start screaming, then he would start crying, then he would feel dizzy, then he would go crazy.

He had only ever gone crazy once as a child.

He had been playing on the playground in the back of his school, until the bully who would always pick on him for being 'short' and having glasses started chasing him.

But he didn't stop.

He had been chased for ten minutes by that kid, but then he suddenly stopped and turned around.

The pure look of insane in his eyes had terrified that kid deeply.

He didn't know what he was doing. He just knew he had to make his chaser stop chasing him.

So he attacked the kid.

It took three teachers to hold him down and eventually had to knock him out because he wouldn't stop attacking that poor boy.

By the time the teachers got him to stop, the boy had four broken bones and bruises all over his body.

He didn't remember anything the next day.

But Wheatley didn't know any of this, all of his human memories were still in his original body's mind, he would never find out that he had such a problem.

Or maybe he would.

Wheatley shot up in his bead, screaming all the while.

Even in his dreams he couldn't escape that madwoman.

The clock on the wall said it was 6:18, so he didn't need to be in the cafe for about 42 minutes.

He changed from his pajamas into one of his nine identical sets of containing 1 blue shirt, a pair of blue pants, some black socks, a blue hat (which he wouldn't put on until later) and his only pair of brown loafers.

He went into his tiny kitchen and made himself a few piece of toast, which he applied a hefty amount of his favorite blueberry jam to, and then he decided he would take a walk to the wheat field he walked through bordering on the edge of town.

It didn't take too long to walk there, it was only about four blocks from his home, but he liked watching the wheat sway in the cool breeze, everything very peaceful.

Wait, what was that noise?

He looked back in the direction he came, and saw his living nightmare.

Her.

In orange.

Running at him.

He pinched himself, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Ow.

Then he did the first thing that came to mind:

Run away in the opposite direction screaming.

What he was to scared out of his wits to notice, however, was that he was running into the wheat field.

-3 hours later-

How the hell were his legs still attached?

They hurt as if they were broken, but he refused to stop running at to speed because the madwoman was following him.

He was starting to get a bit dizzy.

He took a moment to register his surroundings.

'Wait, is that what I think it is?' He thought, as he noticed a small electrical shed getting larger and larger.

During the two minutes it took him to get to the shed, he had been arguing inwardly over whether or not to enter.

Option 1: Bang on the door, hope GLaDOS will respond, then be safe from the crazy lady.

Option 2: Stop running, and then try to bargain with the madwoman to let him get on with his life.

He chose option 1.

Fortunately for him though, he didn't have to bang on the door because he was a registered employee and the RFID tag in his left wrist made the door open.

As he stopped and turned around in the elevator, he caught a glimpse of just how close he was to getting caught.

Just as the door closed, the madwoman slammed into it and started beating the door like a drum, screaming "COME BACK! YOU'RE MINE!"

He slumped against the elevator and sighed in relief.

When the elevator stopped, he heard a delighted gasp "You came back!" GLaDOS said in delight.

Maybe he should have taken his chances with the madwoman.

A./N.

Hello anonymous reader!

I bet you're thinking 'Come on, why didn't Wheatley run to the police station again?!" Well, dear reader, I have a question for you:

When have you ever made a good decision while under intense stress and fear and if you don't do something quickly you will DIE?

That is what he felt like.

Thanks for reading and please enjoy!