The Narrator wasn’t always an omnipotent god- well, wait. He’s not an omnipotent god. Let’s get that straight. He is a regular human just like you or I. So how did he get here? And more importantly how did Stanley get here that poor fuck
For the sake of clarity we will always call the Narrator the Narrator. He did used to have another name, a long long time ago, but no one calls him that anymore except when they are being overly formal or they are security and such
as you can tell from my ramblings, he wasn’t always in the parable but some of us make poor choices.
He had a job too. He taught English and storytelling at NYU (please don’t bother me about NYU specifics I’ve never been so I’ll be bullshitting) “oh, so he liked working with students and people,” you say. “Gee, this Narrator guy seems alright!” And you would be wrong. Narrator despised people. He hated them with every fibre of his being. Spite for the human race pulsed through his veins like blood with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. And he would do anything to escape…
So our protagonist built himself a place. Not just a place in space like a house or a store, a place in time as well. Here he would stay for as long as he liked, never aging and never needing to interact with another human again. Time just worked differently in the parable -or so he called this peculiar place- for he still needed to eat and breathe but it was all taking place in one moment, less than a second, less than a nanosecond, just a moment. He could leave too and resume life and nobody but him would know. This was sufficient for some time. The parable was, well, his own little parable. A story for him to tell over and over.
But Narrator was a smart man. Too smart. For he knew that a story needed a protagonist. It didn’t have to be a whole cast of characters, just one person to get the story going would do…..
Kytdjtxtjx I might finish this lol
This changed from weird headcannons to storytelling haha pretty in character
