#tspud427

I’m not a writer so I apologize

Narrator was heartbroken as he tried to explain why Stanley couldn’t just dance with him, as much as he wanted to but this story was too perfect for it to end. This is the story he wanted, Stanley looked at him a look of betrayal something he’s nvr seen in those sweet puppy dog eyes. “Stanley look, it’s not you, it’s just this story-”

Dazed and confused. A clock with no handles, his computer, black as ink, only seeing a reflection, a broken man. He looked as id he didn’t sleep in days. The office, quiet and undisturbed as if the place had been abandoned. Where was everyone? Possibly overslept or missed a memo? This wasn’t like his coworkers to just… Vanish-

A voice echoed, that all too well known voice, It was defecating, ringing to his ears. As if the voice unlocked a core memory.

“This is a story of a man named Stanley.”

Was this deja vu? Was this a dream? He’d sworn he’d heard this voice, went through these doors, who was this voice telling him what to do? What was his name?

The Narrator remembered everything, every waking moment he spent. his hard work destroyed just because of a measly human emotion. Why was it so important to Stanley to ruin the only “happy” ending, it wasn’t like there was an actual escape for Stanley.

“Nonono” he told himself, that escape shouldn’t have been there in the first place, it was simply a bug he had to fix. After all, he couldn’t blame Stanley. No wonder he was devastated and upset, the one chance the two meet face to face and he couldn’t even hold his hand. It was too risky but never knew it could end as tragic as Romeo and Juliet. Things would be different, he’d make sure of that…There was no Zending, it never existed, there’s no such thing as a ledge, no such thing as an exit. Stanley would be confided in this nightmare of an office building.

The Narrator started off with usual monologue and shenanigans as Stanley did everything opposite what the Narrator asked of him. Couldn’t he just listen for once?! Stanley snickering as the Narrator yelled at him to get back on course. He gave up, convincing Stanley to agree on anything was like training a stubborn dog. He sighed as he reluctantly pulled up two colored doors, both were very vibrant and choices were an illusion after all. Something about those doors clicked in Stanley, those doors somehow were danger, big red flag beaming. Stanley stood there, frozen, as if he was paralyzed, he suddenly couldn’t move as wave a terror and panic arose.

“Stanley Walked through the Red door”

“Oh thank god you are willing to listen to me”

all he felt was sharp and agonizing pain in his throat, it was as if he choking on a Rhodonite. He managed to cough up measly flower petal, it was delicate and soft. It was concerning how he managed to cough up a storm from that.

“I need water.” Stanley thought as he smoothed his neck, it left a burn like his throat had been torched.

“Stanley, are you alright?”

Credit to my good friends Sweaters for their Narrator design <33