You broke The Game

Endless Prodding

[YN] was resting peacefully up until the moment she woke up. It was always like this. Twenty minutes to a half hour before waking up, she began to have nightmares. She was rushing through the mind control facility, hearing the Narrators voice practically looming over her head and frightening her. She was trying to find the computer, one with a keyboard. But there was nothing. And she was petrified. She then saw her hands. They were Stanleys. She was trapped. She couldn't speak to him no matter how hard she tried.

"But you really believe theres an answer, how many times will you replay this bit, looking desperately for a solution? Ten, a hundred, a thousand? I look forward to finding out. And to watching the bomb go off each time you fail.....Just you and me and the wretching explosion of fire and metal. Over and over for all of eternity."

She suddenly could feel Stanley's emotions. Depression, rage, lack of care for himself. Begging for release. To end himself. Wishing that with each explosion, it would be the final one.

She was horrified as the timer went off and she felt her body explode, her skull being the last thing to go. And it happened repeatedly. The pain was indescribable.

"And stanley died again."

"And stanley died again...

"And stanley died-"

"[YN!!!]"

[YN] woke up with a start, breathing heavily and clutching her chest tightly and digging her nails into her skin. She then grunted from the intense pain in her body from yesterday or whatever day it was. Her mouth gaped from how intensely sore she was. She looked around frantically, panting and struggling to think.

She was about to play the Stanley parable, she got sucked into the game. She almost died....And she was still here. This wasn't a dream.

"[YN] you had a nightmare?" Came the Narrators voice. "You were whimpering and tossing around...."

[YN] then touched her face and looked at her hands, still hers. She struggled to come up with words. "I-I...." She suddenly began to cry, covering her face and letting go, gripping her pained shoulder shaking and trembling. She tried to curl her legs against her chest but they hurt so much too. She lay in a heap, agony written on her face.

"Are....you crying?" The Narrator trialed off then, listening to her small sniffling and seeming to feel her emotions. "Please. Please stop. I can't stand it." He said softly. "If you keep crying...well...."

[YN] was surprised by the request and tried to stop, wiping her face with her sleeve and trying to relax. She hated feeling weak. The dream had just startled her horribly. She didn't want another nightmare like that ever again.

She continued to tremble, managing to remove her hands away from her face and moving to rub at her poor legs and shoulder. She felt a million times worse then before. But she was thankful her crying was going away.

The Narrator had been listening undoubtedly. But he remained quiet, her sniffles slowly going away before she bit her lip, sitting up and thinking. "I'm sorry." She said and slowly stood from the bed.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" Came his softer voice still.

[YN] was unsure but also feeling a stirring in her chest. "No uh...just some stupid nightmare. I have them on the regular. I'll forget it later. Thank you though." She said and went into the bathroom.

"Take all the time you need." Came his voice from the other room. [YN] paused for a moment, having heard those words once before and feeling her chest ache. He was being too sweet. She knew he wouldn't harm her like the dream. But she knew Stanley had this done to him several times. All the while, nobody knew the character was actually feeling pain.