A simple story about Bendy's simple life. One-shot.

Space, the final frontier. Or, actually, no it's not. A Human Wheatley story, about Human Wheatley's new life. Rated T for Paranoia. Insane Childish GLaDOS and Insane Stalker Chell live here.

The Aperture Science Security and Guard Team has at least one catastrophe to deal with every day. And if not, people are usually very jumpy the next day waiting for the catastrophe to happen. Which, in turn, typically causes said catastrophe. One-shot. Rated T because I am extremely paranoid for absolutely no discernable reason. Have I said catastrophe enough yet? No? Catastrophe.

A description of Human Wheatley with a few bits of his life thrown in the mix. One-shot.

Space, tha final frontier n' stuff. Or, actually, no itz not fo' realz. A Human Wheatley story, bout Human Wheatleyz freshly smoked up game. Rated T fo' Paranoia. Insane Childish GLaDOS n' Insane Stalker Chell live here. WARNING! HEAVY SWEARING DUE TO GANGSTA-IZATION! And for the last time: THIS IS A FREAKIN' JOKE! The ACTUAL story is the serious version of this!

Heavily inspired by A Christmas Carol, a classic Christmas movie. WARNING: VERY CHRISTMAS RELATED! If that makes you uncomfortable, this is not the story for you. Rated T for Paranoia. Probably mediocre but you be the judge.

Chelley fluff. Or is it? One-shot. Rated T for extreme [REDACTED]. Most of you will probably hate me after reading this, be prepared for an extremely short 300 words of awfulness. I'm pretty sure I've mastered this 'fluff' business, but please tell me if I failed.

Let's count the Wheatleys, shall we? 1, 2, skip a few, twenty thousand. One-shot.