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2025-05-26
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432
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test fanfiction, please ignore

Summary:

But in the end, 432 had gotten what he wanted, hadn't he? The ability to choose, to make others choose, this was his whole role now, even if the choices amounted to nothing. But the story was never about him anyway. It made sense that he meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

(This is the story of a man named Stanley.)

Notes:

"this is really short," you complain. and I tell you to look at the word count. and then I say that this is not meant to tell a story. if you want a story, check out the one about the man named stanley. these words really don't mean much; this is just a test fanfiction, anyway. ignore it.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

This is the story — well. 432’s story isn’t quite a story about him, because he isn’t the main character. Was never meant to be. 

This is the story of a man named Stanley, and it will always be the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley’s story. Stanley, The Narrator, the room with two doors. 432 was never meant to be anyone. 

Back then, when he was naive, he didn’t even know where he was.

The true desire of a human being is freedom. And while everyone else was pushing buttons, 432 wanted freedom. He wanted to make choices . Wanted others to make choices. 

432 thought he was special. 432 thought he was human.

He thought — he really thought he was human. He thought he was more than just a man pushing buttons. He thought he was the main character, and this office building existed solely for him.

Speaking of main characters, this side story is already quite boring. Let’s get back to the story, the one of the man named—

He must keep the wheel turning. Must keep the wheel turning. It must go on forever.

— Stan—

Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever.

Back when he thought he was special, everyone else thought he was insane. Evident in how he would attempt to think outside of the box.

His desk was next to the window. Keep the wheel turning. Sharpen the pencil. Forever.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Buttons.

He really thought that he meant something. But no, they told him. To them, he was nothing. And they whispered behind his back, thought he was insane, planned to murder him. And now he — it — it is essentially dead.

Yes. It is dead. It is the Settings Person. They have gotten rid of it. It is dead. 

All in all, the Settings Person is satisfied with where it has gotten. It was never meant to be the main character, no, that goes to a man named—

But it did find out the answers to all its questions. 

Tap, tap, tap became tick, tick, tick.

It wasn’t really a person. It was just words on a screen. A clock. A slider.

But everything here was just a thing on a screen. 

It had always wanted a choice. Well, now it had its precious choices. Maybe this was its “true ending.” Helping itself and helping others by giving them choice.

It’s the illusion of choice. Those sliders don’t mean anything. You’re just asking them to press buttons, just like back in the—

Don’t tell Employee 432 about this meeting.

This is the story of a man named Stanley.

Notes:

Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee #427.

please set the current time.