The Stanley Parable One Shots / Short Stories

The End of the Parable (1/?)

TW! FOR THIS ENTIRE STORY:
-potentially badly portrayed amnesia?
-Narry has crippling social anxiety from, you know, not having friends in ???s of years✨

Oh, hi there! I thought it would be best if I mentioned now that in my headcanon, the Narrator suffers from anterograde amnesia, which is why in the games he forgets things that have just happened, for example, forgetting what his story was in the Confusion ending, and in the Not Stanley ending (Bucket Version), he just assumes that the right door was always connected to the phone room. How did he get amnesia? No idea. When did he get amnesia? No idea. I don't think this stuff through.

Plot Summary: Stanley and the Narrator are freed from the Parable and are back in Stanley's normal office, and now Stanley has to deal with his 6'2 gay British NOT BOYFRIEND who has no idea what the frick he's doing in the real world.

THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING
Stanley softly opened his eyes. He was used to this by now. He sighed. Here we go again. The buzzing of his computer, the creaking of the floor, and the voice of his coworkers outside his door-
wait.
Stanley's eyes shot wide open. His neck snapped around to look at his door. For once, it was shut. He dashed over to the door and practically attacked the door handle. It was locked. Why was it locked?! Stanley spun around, preparing to search for something that he could use to unlock his door, before his eyes met with those of his Narrator's.
'Stanley, did you change something? Do you know what's happening?', the Narrator blurted out, clearly panicked. Stanley shook his head. He was hoping that his companion would have any idea what was going on, but it was clear that they were both equally as confused at each other. 'But- this is great isn't it? My coworkers are back! Maybe we could leave the office- and- go outside- and,' Stanley signed frantically. 'Stanley.'
The Narrator put his hands on Stanley's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. 'I understand that you're excited, and trust me, I am too, but I can't remember anything about my life outside of the Parable. How are your coworkers going to react when a stranger that they never saw enter the building walks out of your office?'
Stanley stared blankly back at the Narrator. He hadn't thought about that.
'Of course you hadn't.' was the response, as the older man removed his hands from Stanley's shoulders to push his glasses up and pinch the bridge of his nose, something, Stanley noted, he did a lot when he was stressed.
'Well, frankly, I have no idea how we can solve this, so I say the best thing to do would be to confront the problem. After all, we'll have to leave at some point, and I think it's best to do so sooner, rather than later, wouldn't you agree Stanley?' Stanley thought for a moment, before slowly nodding. They couldn't just stay in his tiny office forever, especially not with the fact that they finally had the opportunity to see the outside world. Stanley was pondering all of these things as a question hit him. 'Do you have a name?'
'Ah, right.', the Narrator responded, appearing rather nervous. 'I- I don't know if you've picked up by now, but I am a rather forgetful person, and, I-' the Narrator gulped and stared directly into Stanley's eyes. 'I can't remember.'
'You're- you're name? You can't remember you're name?' Stanley thought. He couldn't believe it. How could someone forget their own name? The Narrator shook his head. 'So... do we just come up with a name then?' Stanley asked, furrowing his brow.
'Naturally.'
'Stanley 2.0' was the reply with no hesitation. The Narrator looked disapprovingly at Stanley. 'OK, OK, fine. I'll try for real.' Stanley thought, smiling.
A few names were thrown around, none of them particularly sticking. As this story's personal narrator, I must say that the best part of the conversation was 'Stanley, what kind of name is DIESEL?'
'How about Oliver?' Stanley thought. The Narrator blinked, seeming lost in thought for a second, before smiling and saying 'Oliver. Oliver it is then.'
The two men smiled at each other for a second before their attention was drawn back to the office door. How long had they just been sitting there?
'Well Stanley, I suppose I should unlock your door and then-'
'Hey Stanley!' exclaimed a voice as the door flew open.