You broke The Game

Breaking Free

"How long was I sitting there', Stanley wondered to himself. Minutes? Days? Centuries? Did something crucial happen while my senses were turned? He made a note to be more careful with time from now on."

[YN] did not respond to this, her brows furrowing as she continued to be in deep thought. She worried however, that the Narrator would shut the door to the office on her. And she didn't want that. So she stood up, glancing up at the ceiling and going out of the room.

This time...things would be slightly different.

The Narrator was quiet, watching Stanley quietly as they came to the room of two sets of doors. He noticed how oddly robotic Stanley was looking. [YN] didn't even give the narrator a real chance to speak, going to the door on the left as soon as it opened.

The Narrators voice came to her, but she ignored it, making it into the meeting room and looking at the whiteboards. The projector clicked loudly, showing different images on the white sheet. This time, she would use the markers. She needed to write a message to him, anything. She wanted her voice back. Her body back. She was finally going to chance it.

[YN] fussed nervously, grasping the markers that were on the whiteboard, uncapping and staring in surprise at what she was seeing.

The marker was entirely empty. There was no cotton tip with colored ink in it. Her brows furrowed in confusion, before in a moment of franticness she bit the end of the markers cap off, looking inside the marker to find it truly was empty. No cotton fillings filled with wet ink whatsoever.

She stared at the empty cavity inside, her heart racing. How was she to communicate with The Narrator now?

She heard silence from around her, before she grabbed another marker to open it, seeing that it was empty as well. She began chucking the pieces onto the floor, staring at the empty markers around her before she moved onto the pens on the table, her emotions starting to stirr within her. She was scared. If she could not communicate somehow to the Narrator, she was going to keep suffering.

She tried to look for pencils, only to furrow her brows as the pencils did not have any lead in them. Nor did the regular pens. She suddenly felt like destroying everything in sight.

Soon the voice came through, startling her. "Stanley weirdly searched through the meeting room, not finding s trace of his coworkers still. Pens and Markers litter the floor. What made Stanley think they were hiding inside them-"

It was then [YN] shot a glare up at the ceiling, mentally reprimanding him for his absolute stupidity. The fact he wasn't putting anything together was pissing her off greatly.

Starting to sulk, she left the room behind. There had to be something to grab the idiots attention. She would have tried the Not Stanley ending. But she was honestly afraid and she have every right to be. But from what she gathered. She didn't think that The Narrator would think she was actually inside the game. That she was inhabiting Stanleys body. He would think she was just a outside player on a computer.

"Getting back on track, Stanley walked upstairs to his bosses office." Came the droning voice of the Narrator.

[YN] Came to the flight of stairs, her brows furrowing. She was tired from the last walk. How could she climb the stairs again? Even in Stanley's body, she felt exhausted. Wouldn't the Narrator notice she was slowing down?

As she walked, she didn't hear a word from the Narrator. He must have noticed something was off. He must have. As she was much slower then last time. She wished she could do something. But even gesturing to the cameras she could see...made her the tiniest bit scared.