My OTP oneshots [TAKING REQUESTS]

(NARRATORXSTANLEY) Our life before this madness

Title art by KirishimaEi16 on DeviantArt

Narrator walked up the stairs towards the apartment that he and his husband shared. His eyes stung before he even opened the door and he wanted more than anything to run, or not have to do this at all. But it's for his safety, think of Stanley. This is for him.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door, "Stanley I'm home." He called out hopefully. Stanley peeked his head out of his office and ran up to the Narrator, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I have a date for us planned tonight Stanley." Narrator said, smiling fondly at his love.

"Where are we going?" Stanley asked excitedly, reminding the narrator of a puppy.

"You'll see when we get there."
***
So Narrator pulled Stanley's hand gently up a hill and led him to a spot where he'd set up a picnic blanket and basket for them. If he was going to say goodbye to his love forever he might as well give himself one last good memory to cling too.

Stanley, of course, would remember none of this. He wouldn't remember the life they shared, would never remember their wedding, or their first date, or the embarrassing first kiss. Narrator would have to make him say goodbye to all of that.

Stop being whiny, you're not the only one who has to make this sacrifice and there are others who have way bigger families to cast away than you do. Narrator scolded himself.

He gently led Stanley over to the blanket and prepared their food. While Stanley gazed up in awe at the beautiful night sky, Narrator focused on Stanley... his Stanley. He couldn't hold it in anymore, hot tears streamed down his face and he let out a quiet sob. Quickly he pulled out the device and hid it in his hands. He was told that it would be painless, but he wasn't sure.

Stanley noticed his sob and looked over at him, carefully pulling him into an embrace.

"Narrator, love... what's wrong?" Stanley cooed.

"I- I just don't want this to end." Narrator whimpered.

"Well we can always go out, you know if you like picnics so much you could've just said so." Stanley replied, clueless.

Narrator stifled another sob and looked Stanley in the eyes, "You know I love you right? Nothing will ever change that?"

"Of course. Why would it?"

"Even if I did something awful, that I myself would never forgive me for?"

"Narrator what's going on?" Stanley asked, clearly getting suspicious.

"I'm so sorry." Narrator sobbed quickly, pulling Stanley into a tight embrace and then kissing him desperately. Stanley wrapped is arms around narrators waist and kissed back. Narrator took the device out of hiding and pressed it into Stanley's back.

With a sharp cry, Stanley let go, falling backwards.

"Stanley...?" Narrator was confused... he was told they wouldn't feel pain, why did Stanley look like he'd just been stabbed in the back... well physically anyways.

"I... it hurts... what's going on?" Stanley whimpered.

"I'm so sorry, they told me it would be quick." Narrator cried, grasping Stanley's hand.

"Who?"

"My boss, he told us... he told us we needed to send you all away to keep you safe. He told us to transport you to a safer position, he told us it would be quick."

Stanley inhaled sharply and squeezed Narrators hand.

"I'm sorry, you'll never remember me, or who you were before. You won't remember us, I'm sorry I really-"

Stanley reached up and pulled Narrator's face into his hand, "if I forget everything, I want you to remember it for us."

Narrator nodded as Stanley leaned back, a blank look in his eyes as he dissolved into nothing, leaving Narrators arms empty.

"...Stanley?"

***three years later***

Narrator looked out at the endless monitors that showed everyone's families. There was the curators husband and children, running around as if their lives were more than just a simulation, and there was another screen that showcased a couple, surely missing their other partner. And there, on monitor 427, was his Stanley, typing away mindlessly on a computer. Narrator bit his lip at the idea of his.. husband? Ex-husband? They were never divorced, but it did make things awkward considering they were married and Stanley now had no clue who he was.

After a moment of thinking, a sudden feeling of irrationality came over him. He abruptly stood up, speed-walked to his apartment, and slid into his desk chair. He pulled up some files, entered Stanley's simulation code, and began furiously typing. I'll get you back, I'll make you remember. Don't worry Stanley I'll be there for you soon.

He almost cheered out loud when he finally hacked access into Stanley's code.

He cleared his throat and began:

"This is the story of a man named Stanley.

Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427.

Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.

Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.

This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending,

Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.

And Stanley was happy.

And then one day, something very peculiar happened.

Something that would forever change Stanley;

Something he would never quite forget.

He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.

No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation.

Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time.

But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."

He faltered when he said that Stanley was happy, of course he was, the simulation was designed to make him happy by default. But he knew.... He knew that damn simulation simply made him a prisoner. No, he would get his love back... soon.

Stanley just had to make a few decisions first.