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《 -This is the story of a man named Stanley…. 》
Stanley was too lost in his own mind to pay attention to the Narrator. He, in fact, didn't even need to listen to him because he had heard all those lines more than a thousand times before.
He was feeling mentally drilled from everything, like if he had an infinite headache. The little thing became more and more slightly annoying to him, for example the buzz from the light sounded louder than usual or the noises that the computers were making.
Without knowing where to go or what to do he stepped out of his office and started to walk to the place he loved the most in the building thinking that maybe they would help him feel a little bit better.
Stanley finally decided to do what the Narrator said and do the ‘’freedom’’ ending so that for maybe even just a second he could feel the nice breeze on his skin, real or not and remind himself of lost memory from his past that once existed.
For a little while Stanley felt different then usually but it did not last long.
He did the same ending over and over again in hope to feel the same calm and happy feeling, only to realize that it would not be possible ever again. He had done it so much time that now when he was looking at the trees he was feeling nothing but a wave of sadness and nostalgia
Stanley slowly close his eyes to not see the darkness of the building when resetting thinking that maybe when he will open them he won’t be in his office but in his home with is loving family or in the middle of the road on a rainy day just feeling the water drop mix with his tears of happiness and sadness. Was that his image of freedom? Yes, Stanley hoped that he would one day see the weather.
He knew that he was going to be in his office when opening his eyes but when he did, it still hurt. He was hoping for a miracle, maybe he would realize it was all a bad dream and get up to make himself a coffee, take a shower, go out for a walk.
After a time of regaining his mind, Stanley wandered around touching every little thing for a little then he got an idea. He knew that doing the zending ending would not really kill him, it was in fact just a really painful way to reset everything. Physically and mentally.
But every time he did it he felt happy and released from all his problems. He didn’t really know how to explain it, but he really did feel great after doing it. It was worth the try, after all he had nothing to lose.
His choice was made. He desperately wanted to feel something again even if he had to kill himself over and over again for it.
《 -When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left 》
He still had time to change his decision.
《 -This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well 》
Of course he knew it, it was his goal. They’re plenty of other endings he could do instead of this specifical one.
《 -Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it 》
If only he knew what was going on in Stanley’s mind.
Stanley just continued to walk, not listening to what Narrator was saying. Nothing really mattered to him anymore and he was focused on his way to get to the red door.
《 -Stanley was so bad at following directions, it’s incredible he wasn’t fired years ago. 》
Narrator really did have the words to make Stanley feel worthless. What was he thinking when he said that? Did he thought that when saying this it would make him do what he said? Did he know what Stanley was going to do? Perhaps he did without even knowing it. But still, it was not hard to realize that he was not ok.