#ler!narrator

Stanley had a neutral resting face. He showed no real emotions as he stood in the middle of the elevator. The Narrator saw that, and he wanted to cheer his player up. “Da-da da-da-da-da,” the Narrator sang a little louder, “da-da-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum…”

The younger man’s eyes followed the Narrator as he circled him. The Narrator smiled and whispered “Stan-ley” in the latter’s ears. Stanley couldn’t help but smile at the Narrator’s antics. It was also because of the Narrator’s breath tickling his neck, but that's beside the point. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, to hide his smile from the Narrator.

“Stop covering your smile! It’s adorable” The Narrator said, trying to shove Stanley’s hands off his smile. 

“It is not!” Stanley said, blushing slightly. Compliments were rare from the floating man, so he was far from used to hearing them. Sometimes he imagines the bucket complimenting him, praising him for being an A star employee. However, he quickly stopped doing this, realizing the Narrator can hear his thoughts. 

“But it is, Stanley,” the Narrator says, growing a smile himself while typing in the search bar of his hologram watch, “here, just look at your smile!” He then pulls out a file –out of presumably thin air– with the name “Cute Stanley Proof”. 

Before Stanley can object, the Narrator started showing him multiple pictures of himself. In all the pictures, Stanley looked truly happy. One was while he was playing in the giant soccer game (Game Ending), another while the two of them were in the Starry Dome (Zending Ending), and many more pictures of different endings that even he himself forgot about. 

The last picture shown was from one of the more recent endings, when the Narrator tickled Stanley. His eyes were scrunched, smile bright and wide. 

“Look, Stanley, your smile is very cute! Just look at how happy you are, it is positively adorable. Don’t you believe me now, Stanley?”

Stanley was –rightfully so– very flustered and embarrassed. He didn’t know what to do with this emotion, so he didn’t respond.

“Stanley? Are you alright?” The Narrator asked, only half concerned. 

Stanley, however, did not respond, a small smirk growing on his face, however he quickly suppressed it. If the Narrator wanted to embarrass him? He’ll make him annoyed. 

“What- Stanley, I need you to say something! What, can you not admit you were wrong and that you are indeed adorable?”

When Stanley failed to give a response, the Narrator thought for a second, remembering the multiple endings he had. One of them caused Stanley to come to realize how adorable he is. 

“Are you still not gonna talk to me?”

Stanley shook his head. He can keep quiet when he wanted to, and the Narrator knew that.

The Narrator smiled and shook his head. “Well then, Stanley, I really didn’t want it to come to this, but unfortunately...”, the yellow-hued man wiggled his fingers in Stanley’s line of sight, “you leave me no choice…”

Stanley’s eyes grew wide, however, stayed stubborn and kept quiet. He felt a nervous, wobbly smile on his face, although he tried to suppress it. He ended up covering his mouth again, half out of embarrassment, half out of annoying the Narrator further. And that worked out exactly as planned. The narrator let out a little huff of annoyance before replacing his exasperated look with a smirk.

“Ok then, you wanna play that game, that’s fine~” The Narrator sighed fondly, “let’s see how quiet you can be now.”. Then he lunged forward, squeezing Stanley’s sides as he tackled the office worker. Stanley gave a surprised yell, but quickly shut his mouth, trying to muffle his squeaky laughter with the help of his hand. The Narrator gently pushed Stanley to the ground, leaning his back up against the elevator doors.

“Oh, Staaaannnnleyyy~ You can’t keep quiet foreverrrr~!” 

Stanley hated how the Narrator dragged his words. They were so unnecessarily long, and so unnecessarily flustering. 

Stanley squealed as he suddenly felt something soft circling under his knees. The brunette looked down at his ridiculously sensitive limbs and to his horror, there were two feathers swirling under his knees, his pants doing nothing to stop the magic the Narrator used. Above his knees were two other pairs of hands, one positioned above his thighs and the other near his calves. “NAhahaharrator! Whahahat thehehe fu- AH!”

“Hey! Family friendly, remember!” The Narrator shook his head as he tased the shorter man’s sides before bringing them to his lap, “Tisk Tisk, I should punish you for that!” And with a snap of his fingers, all of the floating hands got to work. 

The hands on his shins and calves were scribbling along the sensitive area. So light, so slow, so tortuous. However, the hands on his thighs were contradictory to the others. They were roughly squeezing up and down Stanley’s thighs, focusing on the spot above his knee.

The poor office worker screamed. “NAHAHAHARRATOHOHOR! NAHAHAHA- WHYEHEHE?!” His head shook side to side, hand still firmly glued to his mouth. He tried to kick his legs, flailing them as much as he could while sitting upright. Unfortunately, these hands were persistent, following Stanley’s every move.

“Cause you almost swore! That can put us out of business, Stanley,” The Narrator smiled at how Stanley’s hand couldn’t cover the blush on his face. “Are you ready that you’re adorable~?” “NEHEHEHEVER!” Stanley squealed out, the sound making him cringe. God, wherever his co-workers were, better not see him like this wherever they are. He was supposed to be the stoic, mysterious worker number 427! And what if the last reset made his boss magically reappear in his office? What if the Narrator spawned them back in just to mess with him? What will this damned Narrator do to his reputation?

“Hmm… Very well then,” Said Narrator snapped his fingers once more, and all the hands disappeared, leaving only the feathers still swirling under Stanley’s knees. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you~” The Narrator stretched his back before fixing his glasses and sitting on Stanley’s thighs, facing his player. 

“Dohohoho yohohour wohohohorst!” Stanley snarked, uncovering his smile to poke the Narrator’s chest, “Yohohou’re nohot scahaharing mehe in thehe slightest.” the brunette smiled, knowing what he was doing. 

The Narrator grabbed Stanley’s finger, smiling, before saying “Stanley’s hands went limp” And suddenly, Stanley couldn’t feel his hands. He shot the Narrator a confused look. That being before a surprised yell escaped from his mouth. 

The yellow man smiled as he used Stanley’s own hand to tickle himself. The Narrator grabbed the latter’s hand more firmly as he dragged it in circles around his stomach. “Wow, Stanley! You must really want to be tickled, you’re tickling yourself!”

“SHUHuhut uhuhuhup!”

“And you’re not even using your other hand to fight back!” The Narrator mentioned Stanley’s other hand, laying uselessly on the floor. The Narrator laughed at his own silliness, whipping a tear off his face that disintegrated into pixels before it went onto Stanley. “Very well, I had my fun, now time to make you admit I’m right!” The Narrator cracked his knuckles. 

He then snapped his fingers again, making two hands appear where Stanley’s hips are. Then in an instant, the feathers sped up, now going the length of his whole legs (front and back). The floating hands started squeezing his hips rhythmically, in a pattern that Stanley couldn’t guess which side would be squeezed next. Then there was the Narrator. Oh. The Narrator. 

He started scratching and scribbling over his ribs with one hand, the other one reaching up to his neck, squeezing the part where his neck and shoulder connected while occasionally scribbling around his chin and collar bones to keep him guessing.

Stanley’s laugh went up at least 6 octaves. “AHHHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAR- NAHAHAHAHAO! WAHAHAITWAITWAIT- EHHAHAHAHAA!” He didn’t know how this could get any worse!

The Narrator heard this though and smiled before he spoke, “Stanley felt like he was growing more and more ticklish by the second. And that was exactly what was happening! The more squeezes he felt, the more he laughed. Stanley’s laugh was truly adorable, along with his smile, however the naive little ticklee was in denial to keep his dignity. “What would my co-workers think?” Thought Stanley, “What if they see me like this? That would ruin my mysterious and stoic image! My reputation down the drain!” Well, Stanley, lucky for you, no one can see or hear us right now. All of your co-workers are gone, remember~! That means I get to hear all of your adorable, bubbly laughter for myself~!”

Stanley couldn’t take it anymore. And the Narrator knew he was reaching his limit. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAY! *Snort* PLEHEHEHEHEASE! EHEHEHENO- *hic* EHEHEHENOHOHOUGH! *snort* YOHOHOU- YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!” Stanley yelled, tears welling up in his eyes as he began gasping for air.

The Narrator –not wanting to kill Stanley– snapped his fingers once more, the hands and feathers going away as Stanley could feel his hands once again. The Narrator held Stanley’s face in the palm of his hand, the latter leaning into the contact. 

The Narrator smiled, using his other hand to trace around Stanley’s wrist, “Go on, admit that you’re adorable!”

“Ehehe! Nohoho!” Stanley shook his head, pulling his hand away, “I said you win! Isn’t that enough?”

“Well fine then Mr. Prideful,” The Narrator smiled-

“I’m adorable!” Stanley said with the Narrator, his eyes widening as the words escaped his mouth without him being able to stop them.

“-said Stanley.-” 

“I’m adorable, and I have a cute laugh, and my smile is soooooo cute and lovely!” Stanley was trying to cover his and the Narrator’s mouth as he was saying these words with the yellow man. "What the hell am I saying?!"

“Well, I’m happy you agree, Stanley!” The Narrator smiled, getting off of Stanley’s lap, brushing himself off and pressing the button on the elevator, the background music stopping and the door opened. This caused Stanley to fall over backwards. A yelp escaping his lips as his back hit the carpeted floor of his boss’ office. “Wha- wait! No! I didn’t say that! And you’re telling me those doors could have opened at any time, meaning that there was literally no point in me going in here in the first place?!”

“Correct.” The Narrator said simply. He then fixed his tie as he opened the office doors for Stanley, “And you did say that, want me to prove it?” 

“Nono- I’m so okay-”

The Narrator smiled and pressed a button on his watch, replaying the words Stanley said. “I’m adorable! I’m adorable, and I have a cute laugh, and my smile is soooooo cute and lovely!” “See, Stan! You did say those exact words!”

“I- ah, whatever, I’m too tired to argue now.” The office worker sighed, though there was a small smile on his face. 

Due to Stanley being so tired, he couldn’t focus for the rest of the ending, so his Narrator- no. His friend treated him to a reset. When 

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Stanley woke up in his office, his typical desk and chair had vanished, replaced by a bed with fluffy pillows, a comfy duvet, the reassurance bucket sitting on top of a note beside the cozy area. He looked at the door to his office, and it was closed. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. 

“Narrator? Ya’ there?” Stanley called. When he got no response, he picked up the note under the bucket. 

Have a break, you deserve it :) when you wake up, we will continue the game -Narrator ❤️

Stanley smiled, picking the bucket up and laying in the bed, dristing off to a peaceful sleep cuddling with the bucket.

He mouthed the words mockingly with the Narrators voice when he said, “This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew that perfectly well.” Yes, Narrator, he did know. He worked in this office for years. And he’s gone this way many times before. “Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge, just to admire it”, the Narrator finished.

When Stanley entered, the Narrator made himself visible and floated around the room with his hands behind his back, “Ah, yes, truly a room worth admiring. However, Stanley had enough of the room and went back on track-” when the hologramed man turned to Stanley, however, he was surprised to see him sitting on the chair with his feet on the coffee table. “Stanley, not only is that not polite, but now you're making the coffee table dirty. Way to go.” He sassed, hoping Stanley would cut him some slack and listen to him for once.

But Stanley smiled and continued to look at the Narrator.

The Narrator sighed, honestly not expecting Stanley to listen to him. But still, worth a try. “Yes, really worth it, being in this room...” He rolled his eyes when Stanley just leaned towards a cup of coffee. He tried to touch it, but was met with a shock to his fingertips. He winced in pain, jumping back and kissing his fingers.

The holographic man simply chuckled, “See Stanley, there’s not even anything for you to even interact with. Now can we please get back to the story-?”

The Narrator didn’t get to finish as everything went black. The pair woke up again in Stanley’s cubical. “Stanley, I think a reset was unnecessary, don’t you?” he was only met with a shrug as Stanley exited the cubical.

This same process repeated again, and again, and again, and- what, this had to have been the 10th time they’ve done this. Stanley goes into the employee lounge, feet on the coffee table, same dialogue, then a reset. And the Narrator was, rightfully so, getting irritated. What had gotten into Stanley today?

“Yes, really worth it, being in this room...” The Narrator said, his fingers pinching between his pressed eyebrows. “Now you’re gonna touch the mug, realize you can’t and get shocked. See, Stanley! There’snotevenanythingforyoutoeveninteractwith blah blah blah! Now can we PLEASE get back to the story.” The Narrator opened his eyes again and was surprised to see them still in the employee lounge.

Instead, he saw Stanley cross his arms like a stubborn child. The Narrator sighed, kind of relived that Stanley gave him a break from the resets. Still, he wasn’t sure what the quiet office worker had up his sleeves. “Stanley, if you don’t leave and continue the story, you’ll regret it.” Even with the threat, Stanley stayed sat on the couch. This should be funny, he thought.

“Funny?! Seriously?” The Narrator exclaimed, as if it wasn’t obvious that Stanley enjoyed pushing his buttons (literally and metaphorically), “Fine then, you’re funeral.”

The Narrator cleared his throat before saying, “Stanley found it amusing seeing his kind, loving Narrator so aggravated. Because even though all his coworkers mysteriously vanished, he sits here, feet on the coffee table, and looking at the ceiling. But Stanley found this funny. So funny, he began to tickle himself to laughter.”

On que, Stanley lost feeling in his hands, and watched as they grabbed his sides and started squeezing up and down the lengths of them. He snorted out a laugh before pressing his lips tightly together.

With a snap of his fingers, the Narrator became human and sat down on the couch next to Stanley, spawning in some tea for himself as he listened to Stanley’s futile attempts to hide his giggles. “Ah, Stanley… Stanley, Stanley. Still think you wanna waste time in this room?” When he was met with a nod, he sighed and re-adjusted his glasses. “I see. Well then…”

He set the tea down and started his own attack on Stanley’s knees. He squeezed them, occasionally going under them as they were exposed.

Stanley gave a quiet squeak, now starting to giggle, but still trying to hide it. “Stanley’s hands had a mind of their own! They decide to target’s Stanley’s worst spot to try and tell him to continue the story.”. The Narrator smiled as Stanley’s hands shot down to his hips. “Tickle tickle tickle, Stanley!”

The Narrator’s smile got even wider as he head the dam of Stanley’s laughter finally come crashing down. He snorted before bursting out into loud belly laughter as his hands drilled into the ticklish bones without him being able to stop them. He kicked his legs, also trying to dislodge the Narrator off of his knees.

Stanley’s laugh was a rare sound, but it never failed to put a smile on the Narrator’s face. “Are you ready to continue yet?” The Narrator asked, smiling in satisfaction as Stanley frantically nodded his head. He snapped his fingers and Stanley can feel his hands again as he sucked in breaths of air. “Alright, let's get back to the-”

Suddenly, everything went black. The pair woke back up in Stanley’s cubical. “Stanley, why did you restart the game? We were finally going somewhere! Finally progressing with the story! What could you possibly want now?!” The Narrator asked. He was met with a smile as Stanley ran out of his cubicle, dashing down the halls toward the two doors.

This caught the Narrator by surprise, causing him to struggle to catch up to Stanley. He kept having to cut himself off as Stanley ran through door after door. “Stanley’s coworker have- “I wonder where-” Stanley disregarded the- Stanley was- STANLEY!” Finally he caught up to Stanley who was waiting by the door on the right. “Right, okay, wow you are fast-” The man cough his breath and fixed his glasses. “When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on the left.” Of course, Stanley ran down the door on the right.

“This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew that perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge, just to-” He entered the room, but was surprised to see Stanley, sat on the couch again, and with his feet on the coffee table. “Oh seriously? No you have got to be joking. Now, Stanley, why on God’s green earth would you want to run here? Again! Just to sit in the same position you sat in during the last 500 resets-”

The Narrator cut himself off as he finally realized what Stanley was doing. “Oh, I get it now. My goodness, Stanley, if you wanted me to tickle you that bad, you should have just asked! It would have spared me the headache, and take much less time for me to catch on.”

Stanley bit his lip to try and suppress the silly smile on his face. Finally, something new. Something to bring him joy. He still squeaked when he felt the Narrator grab his hands and pull them above his head. “I’m not gonna call for any help this time, Stanley,” the older man said, getting seated on Stanley’s lap, facing him, “I want to do this myself.”

The threatening words from the Narrator made Stanley’s stomach fill with butterflies and blush fill his cheeks. What has he gotten himself into?

The Narrator smiled down at Stanley before he used his free hand to tickle up the player’s sides. The latter gasped before clamping his mouth shut. Oh so that’s the game he wants to play, huh? Well fine then.

Without warning, the Narrator let go of Stanley’s hands and shot both of them into his armpits. Stanley shrieked and clamped his arms to his sides, the dam finally spilling. His giggles finally making their way past his closed lips. All he could do was shake his head and twist his torso to try and dislodge the Narrator, but the latter had a grip on Stanley, gently digging his thumbs into the hollows of the poor player’s armpits.

“There you go, Stanley! Listen to your laugh! It’s rather cute.”

Typically, the Narrator would use his power through narration to make Stanley ultra sensitive, just to make sure he got every laugh out of him. But this time, he wanted to be different. He wanted to hear Stanley’s raw reactions, without any added ticklishness. Instead of wanting to wear him out, he just wanted to hear the man truly enjoy himself.

The Narrator chuckled at Stanley’s wiggling, but didn’t want the fun to stop just yet. So he pulled one hand out of Stanley’s armpit and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Stanley was lying face down onto the couch, and the Narrator was sitting on his thighs, facing Stanley’s back.

Before Stanley could question the new position, he felt fingers gently spidering up and down his back. He immediately started giggling again, finding a pillow on the couch and shoving his face into it to try and muffle the rare, yet adorable, sound.

“Aww, do you seriously have a ticklish back, Stanley?” The Narrator chuckled himself when he saw the player shake his head “no”. “Stanley, it’s not very nice to lie.” He then went over the backs of Stanley’s sides. Jackpot.

With a squeal, Stanley reached back and tried to push the Narrator off of that area. His pushing was useless, though, as a lot of his strength was already sapped out of him from the tickling. He tried to hide his growing laughter into the pillow, frantically shouting “Nonono!”s while doing so.

The Narrator threw his head back with a laugh, highly amused at the new reaction. “Oho my goodness! Stanley, you’re still very ticklish, even without my narration! Now this is entertainment! Are you having fun Stanley? Hm~? Well, I’ll take your rapid laughter as a yes! Which is good, because I’m having fun too! Look at us, having fun together. This might be even more fun than the game, that’s how much fun I’m having! Say, Stanley, how about we make this the new game! Instead of ‘The Stanley Parable’ we can call it… Oh! I know! ‘Tickle Stanley, the Parable’! Ah yes, that’s golden, don’t you think so, Stanley?”

Said player was practically a tomato at the Narrator’s teasing. And he couldn’t even say anything in protest, as he was laughing to hard to say anything.

When Stanley started to tap the couch, the Narrator slowed his tickling, just barely grazing his hands up and down Stanley’s back as the man caught his breath, hiccups interrupting his residual giggles.

Stanley’s unedited giggles finally hit the Narrator. The sound brought a yellow hue to his cheeks, and suddenly he wanted to giggle himself. He suppressed them, though, as he stopped the tickling completely and got up, brushing himself off, allowing Stanley to turn over and lie down on his back. “Well, Stanley, I hope that was worth the headache you gave me.” He took a deep breath when he realised how fast he was talking, probably because he was so flustered by the look on Stanley’s face.

There was still a light pink on his cheeks, and a little on his nose as well. He wore a stupid smile on his face as he wiped the tears of laughter away from his eyes.

He looked so happy. It was adorable. The Narrator patted the yellow away from his cheeks before Stanley could notice before fixing his glasses and taking out his clipboard out of what appeared to be thin air.

“Now Stanley, let’s continue with the story.”

“Maybe ya didn’t hear me, lemme spell it out,” said Stanley, approaching the Narrator with his arms crossed in front of his chest, “N.o. No.”

“But Stanley!” the Narrator exclaimed as he searched for more files on the small man’s new behaviour, “There is nothing remotely exciting about this room! If there was, I would’ve showed you!”

“I know,” Stanley shrugged, “but you annoyed me with your “jokes” so now it’s my turn”

The Narrator started to grow irritated. Why in the world would he want to stay in such a boring room? The older man knew he would regret making this room for Stanley when he finished it. He should’ve expected Stanley to do this, but he thought he was just overthinking. Like really, who would want to stay in a completely white room with nothing to do?

Stanley apparently.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the quiet snickers he heard. He looked up and saw that Stanley had a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his giggles. 

He was laughing at him? He should’ve known. This was Stanley’s original plan all along, to make him irritated, and dammit, it worked.

Narrator swatted at the words of code surrounding his head (what promoted Stanley to start laughing at him) the and turned to glare at the nuisance with him.

“You have ten seconds,” the Narrator said in an annoyed tone, “ten seconds to reset the game or you will have to face the consequences.”

Stanley smirked as he stood in the bright white room, now leaning on one of the walls. “And what would the consequences be, exactly?”

Narrator didn’t have an answer right away. Until he remembered something. Something he could never forget. “Oh you wanna be sassy now, huh? Fine then, but you asked for this” Narrator said as he went to the search bar of his hologram watch. 

Stanley squinted his eyes to try and see what the Narrator was searching, but alas, he couldn’t see anything. Geez, maybe he should get glasses.

“Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hmm… Ah! There we go! Here it is!” Narrator hummed as he found the file he was looking for, “The ending I’ve been waiting to use for a looong time.” He walked towards Stanley as he started looking through the file. 

The blurred words Stanley once saw began to fade. His eyes widened at the file’s title, “Ticklish Stanley: Ending 1 of 3+”.

Ticklish Stanley? Stanley knew he was ticklish, but he never told the Narrator. How did he- And one of three plus?? How many endings did he have?

The Narrator cleared his throat, happy with the reaction Stanly gave with the file. “Stanley thought that having the Narrator rethink his life decisions was so hilarious, that the Narrator decided to fix his attitude. What Stanley forgot was that he was extremely ticklish. Stanley was surprised at the feeling of light tracing on his sides. He was so ridiculously ticklish, that even the light touches made him laugh hysterically.”

Stanley puffed his cheeks to try and deny the narration, but he couldn’t shake the ghostly feeling on his sides. And since when did lighter tickles tickle so bad? 

Ever since the Narrator said apparently.

Well still, he won't obey the Narrator. Nope. Never. He won't give him the sanctification of-

“Not laughing yet, Stanley? Well that's fine~” The Narrator turned the page, “The ticklish sensation continued to spread through his hips and up his ribs. It was astonishing how ticklish a person could be. Stanley started letting out his cute giggles as the sensation got worse. He was quite embarrassed at the adorable sounds he was making. He didn't know why he was so embarrassed because there was no one here to make him embarrassed, however that didn't stop his cheeks from resembling a strawberry."

As on que, Stanley exploded with giggles as he felt the new sensation. “Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He cried as he began sliding down the wall, trying his best to block his sensitive sides, “I’m nohohot cuhuhute!”

The Narrator smiled at the rare, yet pleasant, sound of Stanley’s laughter. “Stanley failed to see the obvious as he felt consistent squeezes above his knees.”

Stanley yelped when his knees were targeted next. “Stahahap! Nahahaharrator, it tihihihihickles!”

“Will you reset the game?”

The lack of response is all he needed. “Stanley loved the feeling of being tickled so much, he refused to do the simple task the Narrator asked, just to keep the feeling coming.” as the Narrator spoke, he moved towards the giggling man on the white floors, “The Narrator felt the need to add to the sensation, to speed up the process.”

“Nonono Nahaharrator, dohohon’t!”

“Aww, don’t what, Stan~?” The Narrator smirked again, crouching next to Stanley.

“Tihihihickle mehe- WAIT-” Stanley regretted his words immediately as he fell for the stupid trap.

“Well, if that’s what you want… Stanley felt compelled to lift his arms above his head as the tickles did not stop at the sides of his torso.” Stanley (forcefully) lifted his hands above his head, the sudden vulnerability making the tickles so much worse. 

“What’s wrong Stanley? Feeling a little ticklish, perhaps?” The Narrator knew what he was doing, and he didn’t regret it one bit. He untucked Stanley’s dress shirt and undid the first few buttons, “Well, if you thought that tickled, wait until I get you... here~!”

At that, the Narrator lightly pinched all round Stanley’s stomach, the poor man laughing hysterically. “AH- NAHAHAHO! NAHAHARRATOR! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! NOTTHERENOTTHERE!” Stanley flailed his legs around trying to make the tickled on his worst spot lessen. In the process, he ended up accidentally kneeing the yellow-eyed man in the back.

“God, Stanley, control your limbs.” He scolded, now drawing circles around Stanley’s stomach, finding this tactic to be the best at drawing snorts out of the younger.

“IHIHIHI- *snort* CAHAHAHAN’T! AHAHAH- *snort* -AHAHA! ST-STAHAHAHAP IT WIHIHITH THE CIHIH- *snort*-IHIHIRCLES!” Stanley’s cheeks turned even more red in embarrassment as he laughed.

“Stanley, those snorts are adorable! Who would’ve thought that such a quiet person could be so ticklish! I should’ve thought of this ages ago!” The Narrator teased, finding it incredibly easy to fluster his friend, “Feel like resetting the game yet, Stanley?”

As much as Stanley was having fun, he truly couldn’t take this much longer. “FIHIHINE! YOHOHOHOU *snort* WIHIHIN! IHIHI’LL REHEHE- *snort* -HESEHEHET! I SWEHEHEAR! PLEHEHEASE!”

The Narrator smirked in satisfaction, “Although Stanley was enjoying himself, he finally admitted to resetting the game. The tickles on his sides came to a stop, and Stanley can now move his arms once again.”

Stanley immediately covered his stomach, giggles coming out of his mouth as he took in breaths. “Thahahat- Thahat was just ruhude.”

The Narrator threw the file in the air and it disappeared. “I simply did what I had to do, Stanley. Now hurry up and reset the game!” 

Instead of complying, Stanley laid down on the ground with his eyes closed.

He stayed there for around 30 seconds until he felt the feeling of something soft around the tip of his ears, near his hair. 

Stanley squealed and jumped up, covering his ears. Glaring at the Narrator for what felt like the 1,000th time. Narrator laughed at Stanley’s reaction at the hologramed feathers he made, clutching his stomach and slapping his knee in his hysterical giggles. “Hahahahaha! Wehell, that was certainly a reaction!” He then tapped a button on his watch and spoke, “add ‘ticklish ears’ to Ticklish Stanley; Ending two of three plus”.

“Hey- if you think you will ever do that to me ever again, you are wrong.” Stanley siad, beginning to button up his shirt, “Also three plus? How many of these… endings… do you have?”

“Why of course I’m doing this again! Your reactions are too adorable for me not too!” the Narrator smiled at Stanley who looked away from him as his hands were too busy to hide the pin on his cheeks and the excited smile on his face, “And that is a question for another time, plus, we both knew you were enjoying yourself.”

“I- I was not!” Stanley defended, tucking his shirt, “I was just…”

“Ah, no need to make excuses, Stanley. Now, now, press that reset button and we can continue the story.” The Narrator pulled out a clipboard out of thin air and flipped the paper down to the first page.