The Stanley Parable One Shots / Short Stories

The End of the Parable (2/?)

A rather short man practically pounced into the room. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes and a big smile plastered on his face. His clothes were similar to Stanley's, except he was wearing a black jacket and had his shirt tucked into his belt. Stanley had forgotten the name of all his coworkers, but looking at this man brought all of his memories flooding back. His name, funnily enough, was Jim. Stanley and Jim's attention was drawn to a loud crashing noise behind Stanley, who's neck snapped around to try and find the source of the noise. His office chair had been knocked over, wheels still spinning, but what was more confusing was that his Narrator was a no-show.
Jim seemed undeterred by the noise, and immediately refocused himself on Stanley. 'Hey Stanley, have your orders stopped coming through as well?', the shorter man asked. Stanley was rather bewildered, after all, he was just talking to his Narrator five seconds ago, and suddenly he was talking to an energetic man he hadn't seen it hundreds of years and his Narrator had disappeared. Despite this, he managed a small nod in response. 'How did you know?' he signed, somehow managing to keep his hands steady despite the confused state he was in.
'They've stopped for everyone,' Jim shrugged, 'We're pretty sure somethings happened to the boss or somethin', but none of us have dared go to his office to find out.'
Stanley thought to himself. Had his boss been deleted permanently? Perhaps he was in his Mind Control Facility frantically trying to figure out why everyone was free. Could he have suffered some form of accident? 'Anyway, everyone's just waiting around the offices here. Are you going to join?'
Stanley shook his head. Being around a lot of people was the last thing he'd wanted. Hell, he hadn't been around anyone at all for the last couple hundred years, bar the Narrator of course. Oh, and the Curator that one time. 'I'm just kidding!' Jim said with a chuckle. Stanley didn't know what was so funny. Or, he didn't remember what was so funny. 'OK, I'll leave you alone now.' said the blonde, before he spun around and left the room, closing the door behind him. Stanley stared blankly at the door for a couple of seconds, before he heard a quiet
'Stanley, I don't think I like this very much.'
Stanley turned around, to see the Narrator curled up under his desk. He was looking up at Stanley like a lost puppy, and Stanley thought it was funny how small he looked. He supposed he had been hiding there the whole time. Stanley knelt down to where the Narrator was under his desk and couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was. The Narrators cheeks turned pink. 'Stanley! I am not adorable!' he exclaimed.
He was.
The Narrator harrumphed and turned his face away from Stanley, narrowing his eyes and looking at the wall. He muttered something under his breath. Most likely some generic insult. British insult, of course. 'Awww~ is Nawwy gwumpyyy~?' Stanley thought, giving his Narrator large shit-eating grin. The Narrator turned beet red; out of anger or embarrassment, Stanley could not tell. 'NARRY?!' the Narrator yelled, 'STANLEY, WHY MUST YOU TREAT ME LIKE A-'
There was a loud thunk, as the top of the Narrator's head hit the bottom of Stanley's desk. The Narrator hissed loudly and rubbed the top of his head, while shooting a death glare in Stanley's direction, who was currently in stitches laughing. After Stanley had recovered from his fit of hysteria and confirmed that his Narrator was OK, he helped said man up from under his desk. He paused for a minute before thinking 'Honestly, I think Narry is a cute nickname.'
The Narrator blushed a bit at that, and turned his face away from Stanley's, trying to hide the rosy pink shade his cheeks had taken. Stanley giggle a little, before cupping the Narrators cheek and turning his head to face him again. He planted a kiss on his Narrator's other cheek and watched as he turned even more pink than before. 'You're fucking adorable when you're embarrassed, you know that?' Stanley thought.
'Stanleyyy!' The Narrator whined in response. Despite this, he still had a shy smile on his face, and Stanley could hear a hint of affection in his voice. They were like that for a couple seconds, before the Narrator asked 'Are all of your coworkers like that?' while nodding his head in the direction of the door, signalling that he was talking about Jim. Stanley shook his head. He couldn't remember any of his other coworkers, but it was sensible to assume that he'd remember a lot more of them if they were as lively as Jim was. 'Good, good...' his Narrator said, brushing himself off. He was miraculously clean for someone who had just been on his stomach under a dusty office desk. 'Oh and Stanley? I have no idea what might have happened to your boss. In fact, I suggest we go and find out.'
Stanley nodded in agreement. 'Yeah, and I doubt we'll find anyone on the way, which will give us some time to talk about everything.' he added.
'So it's decided!' The Narrator said happily, clasping his hands together. He walked over to the door, before holding it open for Stanley.
'After you, of course.'