You broke The Game

The Serious Talk

A cough escaped [YN] and she turned her head slowly, her eyes barely opening before they shut tight from whatever light was in her face. As her senses came rushing back, she realized she was laying on something hard and wooden. She let out a painful sigh, her eyes still sensitive to the light above. She then heard a voice.

"Stanley. This is me being serious. In fact, this is my Serious Room. it's where I come to be serious. That table is the most serious table I could find-" She then heard a warping sound and the voice stopped, before she heard the Narrator speak differently. "Lets get that out of the way....Mmm."

"... Ow ..." [YN] wheezed. She barely registered that the first voice she heard was pre-recorded by him. She but registered that she was in The Serious Room. And she was on top of the table. She kept her eyes shut, not wanting to move.

She felt horribly sore and sick, wondering if she had sustained some damaged from separating from Stanely. Or if she had caught some of the blast from the Nuclear detonation.

"My story..." He muttered to himself, making odd noises in his throat as though debating on what to say. "This won't do at all...."

[YN] laid there for who knows how long, thinking about those last few moments of absolute terror and fear. She still couldn't feel her damn legs which felt like mush from panic. Her heart still raced. And now she was stuck inside a room, Alive but now with the Narrator voice to voice.

"Player....Whoever you are. Do you understand the seriousness of what you have done-"

[YN] Would have laughed if she could, considering what room she was in. But her emotions decided to bubble over instead. "I'm s-sorry.....Please...let me explain." She whispered, moving to cover her eyes and rub them, hoping she could open them soon. She was surprised to feel her glasses on her face. She felt her previous anger towards him leaving after what just happened. He had been truthfully afraid of the countdown.

The Narrator surprisingly went quiet, listening and wondering what she had to say.

"My name is [YN]. I couldn't speak in Stanley's body. I was terrified of going off the path. So I played your story over and over again, trying to figure out a way to communicate with you. I was trapped....And very scared.....I'm truly sorry....None of this was intentional. I somehow...broke free at the last second."

The Narrator was oddly quiet for a moment, taking her sudden apology in slowly. "Trapped...I cannot believe how mistaken I was....The pens.....The markers...The expressions. The signs were all there." It seemed the Narrator was finally putting it together. "I had wondered what on earth you were doing in the meeting room....How did you even get in here?!"

"I....." [YN] Sighed painfully, knowing exactly what she did. "I went to a website...and got the game without paying for it....When I began to set in the current timezone...I heard a voice telling me "You want to make it really interesting?" From the game and I blacked out and woke up inside Stanley's body. It was the curators voice. She brought me here."

It was then the Narrator sounded flabbergasted. "You went and got my game off a website without paying? My game is worth more then some bootleg website! You probably deserved....Well something.." [YN] Couldn't respond, knowing she had done something wrong and couldn't come up with any real excuse other then she was poor, lazy. A loser....

"I downloaded the game because I wanted to feel something." The words suddenly came out of her mouth. "Some happiness....something to laugh at. Something I could actually play and not get hooked on....I don't...do much with my life. And hearing your voice was a plus."