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This is a story of a women named Scarlett. Scarlett worked for a company in a big building where she was employee number 427. Employee number 427s job was....
Scarlett had heard this time to time again. But something was off, she didn't know what it was but there was an ache in her chest; she brushed it off and went to find a way to unlock a new ending.
The Narrator kept narrating every step she took. Scarlett thought it was time she followed the Narrators instructions and in return she heard squeals and jumping on the the other end. "...cute..." Scarlett thought. Wait what was she thinking. She didn't even know what he looked like. Was she inlove with a voice?!
With her face dusted with a heavy red, Scarlett continued to go through any door she found. Little to her surprise, she was now by the mind control facility. Scarlett thought about the nearest ending. She hovered her hand above the 'on' button. The countdown ending. Scarlett wasnt even phased with death anymore but that didnt mean that it didnt hurt.
"-arlett..SCARLET"
She jumped slightly at the shock. She looked at the clock, then the roof trying to find where the Narrator is hiding. She gave up and just let the minutes count down.
2:00
1:00
0:30
BANG
Scarlett was back in her office. She decided to go and chill in the lounge. She was thinking to herself, trying to figure out what was wrong. Obviously the Narrator took notice and asked if SHE was okay . Scarlett zoned out.
That was it. They thought to themselves. Wait. They thought to themselves. That felt right. What about, he thought to himself. That also felt right. Oh god how was the Narrator going to react.
Scarlett started panicking. Suddenly, everything became loud and too bright to look at. Scarlett was practically pulling out his hair. Scarlett. Scarlett. Scarlett. No that wasnt him. They were.... oh god who where they. St..Sta.. Stakley? No close but no. Stanley? Yes. That was it. Stanley. They didnt even notice that they held a pencil sharpener blade in his hand. Only getting pulled out by the sharp pain that followed and a voice...
There was a knock at the door to the lounge.
'' -lett?!...Sc...tt?! SCARLETT?!"
Stanley flinched at the loudness and that name. His legs could barely support his own weight. So they crawled to the door.
Click.
There was a tall man. Arround his 40s-50s with gold rimmed glasses and a blonde streak in his hair. His outfit was formal. Yellow tie, grey suit and off white top.
The narrator was shocked at what lay in front of him. "Scarlett are you okay? Your a complete mess!" The Narrator stated. He was infact a mess. There was a sting of pain in their arms and he quickly brought his sleeve down. Sadly for him, The Narrator noticed. He was going to be so mad. And he'll leave him for all eternity in this parable. Hes going to yell. Hit them. And scream at them...
"Scarlett are you okay?"
[Yes, I'm fine dont worry!] They signed.
"Scarlett show me your arm."
Panicking even more now he rolled his sleeve up again for their friend to see.
"Scarlett...you should've told me...we could've gone outside or you could've been in my office with me."
[Your not mad?] Stanley was shocked, on verge of tears.
"My heavens Scarlett why on earth would I be mad?" Silence "Do you want a hug?" A nod came from the other.
The Narrator felt so warm. It felt like home. If home was a person Stanley was sure it was him.
Stanley found themselves falling asleep on the others lap. The Narrator picked them from the floor to the couch where he started playing with the long hair of the other.
He started thinking about the last week. Scarlett has been how should he put it...off. She has been flinching more. He couldn't put his finger on why. Oh well he'll ask her later. For now, he continued playing with the hair of the person below him. She was so peaceful and calm. She was...cute... Wait what on earth was he thinking. He tried his best to ignore those thoughts but it all came back arround to her.
"Hmp"
Scarlett is awake!
" welcome back Scarlett!"
"Oh Scarlett where are you going?"
Stanley ran to the broom closet. He couldn't bear that name anymore. His hair was too long, luckily there were scissors in here so they just cut their hair off until they were comfortable. His chest. He hated it. The dysphoria was getting too much. They held the scissors above their wrist again. This time The Narrator stopped them before it was too late.
The Narrator hugged them again.
When they broke apart from the hug, Stanley asked the Narrator to step outside. Ofcourse the narrator was weary and stayed where he was but then he gave up and stepped outside.
Stanley looked there was any paper and coloured pens. There was. Stanley scribbled the words, "I'm trans. My name is Stanley. And I love you." And the trans and gay flags on the other side. He wondered what the Narrators responce would be. He didn't care. He stepped out.
"Ah Scarlett are you-"
Stanley pressed the paper into the others hands.
"Oh I'm so sorry."
Stanley's heart dropped.
"Stanley are you okay?"
Stanley felt tears dwell up in his eyes threatening to drop any second.
[Your not mad or angry with me?]
"Oh stanley why would I be mad at you? I myself am as fluid as liquid."
[...what?] Stanlys face held a puzzled expression
"You really are dumb arnt you. Okay Stanley I'll make it clearer for you. I'm Genderfluid."
Stanley hugged the other and managed to squeak out, " you dont hate me..?"
"Sc- no Stanley I will always love you for being you."
[You love me back?]
"Yes I do Stanley." He places a kiss on Stanley's head.
"You've cut your hair. I've just realized."
Stanley removed themselves from the hug and signed, [more comfortable and more happy]
"I'm guessing you want me to change your model?"
In response Stanley nodded and started jumping and flapping their hands not being able to stay still.
"Have the paper back and on the other side draw what you want to look like."
Stanley obliged. Hes never been the best at drawing but they tried. They drawed until two questions popped in his head.
[Narrator?]
"Hm are you done?"
Stanley shook his head
"Okay, what's the question?"
[What are your pronouns? And do you have a name?]
"My pronouns? Hmm right now they/it and my name...I dont know?"
[How about...Max?]
"Max...too masculine for me. Try again."
[Narrie?]
"Narrie. Yes it has a ring to it. I like it thank you, Dear."
Stanley's face went bright pink and he continued drawing his dream body.
"Stanley?"
He turned to face them.
"Since I gave you my pronouns what are yours? I dont want to make you uncomfortable."
[Mine are he/they, thank you...honey]
That was karma for making him flustered
"STANLEY!"
Stanley laughed and continued drawing the body.
"Hm I see your done. This will be quite painful so I'll reset the game if thats okay?"
"Mhm"
"Sweet. See you soon Stanley. I have a surprise for you when you awaken."
Narrie tried to make Stanley's new body as close to the picture as possible. Not long after it finished Stanley woke up.
Stanley looked at himself in the mirror Narrie gave them. They once again were bouncing and crying. Unable to stop looking at themselves.
Then audio stated to play,
"This is a story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where they were employee number 427. Employee number 427s job was simple....
Stanley cried. He was happy. Truly happy.