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9295th reset... “-Stanley decided he would go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”
Stanley has been hearing the same dialouge for months now, or was it years? Never mind that.
“When Stanley came across a set of two doors, he entered the door on his left.” The voice said. Stanley disobeyed of course and he went towards the right.
Blah Blah Blah more dialogue there more dialogue here.
Then Stanley arrived at the cargo lift. The normal dialogue played.
He jumped off the lift and went towards the Zending Room.
“Wha— I was just in the middle of something!” The Narrator exclaimed. A smirk formed slowly on Stanley’s face.
“GOD, WHY WONT YOU JUST LISTEN” The speakers boomed, pure fear washed over Stanley.
“Oh god Stanley- I’m so sorry” The Narrator’s voice filled with fear also. “I dont know what go over me- I- I need some time.” Stanley could hear a door close.
Another reset. When Stanley walked out of his office.. no narration, at the two doors.. no narrative, at the Employee Lounge maybe?.. still no sign of The Narrator. Tears slowly rolled down Stanley’s cheeks.
‘Why wouldn’t I listen sooner’ ‘Why wouldn’t I just continue the story’ ‘WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY’ One negative thought over another. Stomping towards the cargo lift, knees weak, like he ways about to collapse.
As Stanley was about to get on the cargo lift.
A crash. It sounded like shelves crashing down. A scream. He ran towards the sound, in the maintenance section. Stanley sprung to action and dashed to the maintenance section. But when he arrived. It wasn’t the maintenance section anymore. It was an office. Narrator trying to hold a shelf from crashing down onto him. Books scattered on the floor the titles reading “The Stanley Parable: Zending” “The Stanley Parable: Freedom Ending” (so on and so forth). Stanley sprinted towards Narrator helping him push the shelf back into its place.
The Narrator collapsed on his knees, panting, gasping for air, and then he spoke.
“Stanley-?” Narrator lifted his head to face Stanley. He slowly got up and hugged Stanley, sobbing into his shirt. Stanley hugged the shorter man to comfort him. Narrator tilted his head upwards, gazing into Stanley’s dark eyes “Oh Stanley! I-I’m so sorry- I’m truly sorry I-“ Stanley finished his sentence with a kiss.
[I was waiting to do that for forever] Stanley signed, Narrator’s face red like a cherry. “I didn’t know you felt like that~” The Narrator purred. [How couldn’t anyone resist your voice?] “Fair.” And then then they kissed again.
Narrator pulled away “We should take it slow right now darling.” Stanley nodded “Come on let’s rest..” Pulling Stanley to a couch and materializing a blanket. It was soft and comfortable. Stanley cuddled up with the Narrator and they drifted off to sleep together.
When Stanley awoke the Narrator was gone. Frantically searching for him, bursting the door open. The hallway wasn't there anymore. It was instead replaced with a living room. Rustic and sorta Vintage 80’s-ish. A heavenly smell coming from the next room over. Stanley exited the Narrator’s office into the living room and then into the next room over. It was a kitchen. Stanley glanced around the kitchen, same vibe as the living room.
“Oh Stanley! You’re finally awake!” The Narrator was in an apron with a floral pattern, absolutely adorable. [Oh there you are, I was looking for you.] “Oh sorry darling but I had to cook breakfast” The Narrator revealed a stack of waffles drizzled with maple and chocolate syrup. God it looked so good.
“We also have bacon on the stov- THE BACON.” Narrator ran to the stovetop and turning it off. Stanley chuckled a little bit. Narrator bought a plate of perfectly fried bacon, little pricks of sweat on his forehead (Stanley wiped it off of course). “Good news I saved the bacon!” The Narrator said proudly. Stanley took his fork and took a piece, the Narrator nervously watching. [It’s absolutely amazing!]