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(NARRATORXSTANLEY) Our life before this madness [part 2]

Hello, Charlie again! This is a part 2 of the chapter before this one, I hope you like it <3

Title art by; ohpenyo on instagram

Tw: Suicide, Zending

Stanley, with a huff, went to the door on his right, much to the irritating narrators wishes.

"Stanley instead went on the right, perhaps to admire the staff lounge"

Stanley did indeed like the staff lounge, but he wasn't going to admire it this time. This time he was going to ignore the narrator when he said that Stanley would get back on track. He, instead, would go to the storage room, a place he had never been before.

"Stanley was so bad at following directions that it's amazing he wasn't fired years ago." The narrator sighed, Stanley had expected a more irritated tone from the mysterious voice in his head... but it sounded fond?

Stanley brushed away his thoughts as he stepped onto the platform. He almost fell off when it lurched forwards and could've sworn he heard the narrator breath Stanley's name in a worried manner, but he brushed it off.

"Look Stanley perhaps we got off on the wrong foot here, I'm not your enemy really I'm not. There's someone you've been neglecting Stan-"

Stanley ignored him and jumped off the platform and onto the catwalk below.

"Gah- Really? I was in the middle of something do you have zero consideration for others!? Are you that convinced that I want something to happen to you? Why I don't know how to convince you of this!"

Stanley came into a room almost identical to the first 2 door room he came upon, except now the floors were concrete, the walls were cinderblock and the doors were 2 different colors. One red, one blue.

"Look, I'll prove it to you. Stanley went to the red door. The red door Stanley."

Stanley looked at the blue door, but he decided to give the red door a chance, what could it hurt? Why would the narrator want him to be happy? All that incessant voice had been doing since he had gotten there was boss him around and tell him what to do.

But Stanley had done nothing but ignore- for the most part- the narrators wishes and done things he wasn't supposed to do.

So, with a sigh, Stanley went through the red door. "Oh thank god you can listen to me. See do you truly realize I want you to be happy?"

Stanley walked through a hallway and into a dark room with a platform. He stepped into the room and onto the platform and looked around. Suddenly colorful lights swirled around him and he glanced around in confusion.

"Hm yes, it's beautiful isn't it? Just the two of us? Happy... relaxed... together. Doesn't that sound wonderful Stanley?" There was a lightness in his voice that made Stanley smile at first, then falter.

He was deluding himself, this voice never wanted him to be happy, he just wanted Stanley to play into his little game. He just wanted Stanley to do his bidding.

Stanley looked around and saw another doorway.

"Stanley, no what's going on? We were just happy in there why would you go in...here... Stanley no, don't do it... please don't do it." The narrators voice got highly exasperated as Stanley neared the end of the new hallway and saw the high up staircase.

Stanley's face scrunched up in determination and he raced up the staircase, ignoring the narrators cries and pleas for him to stop.

He jumped. The narrators desperate calls played in his ears. He hit the ground and closed his eyes. His body was sore but... he was alive?

"Oh, Stanley, Stanley you're alright. Thank goodness." The narrator gasped.

On the 4th try, Stanley raced up the staircase again, this time the narrator was seemingly in hysteria. "Stanley no please! If you die we both go back I don't want to do that! Please! I'll tell you everything just don't ju-"

Stanley faltered for a moment when he heard that the narrator might actually tell him everything. He tottered for a second before falling forward and heading to the ground.

Please make it, please make it, please don't die now, not now. Stanley thought desperately. The ground got closer and with a final painful snap, everything went black.
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Narrator sat in his desk chair, knees brought to his chest as he sobbed.

His husband... his husband... would rather die than be happy with him. He let out a heart wrenching sob and buried his face between his legs.

But... Stanley had faltered that last time. He wanted to hear what the narrator had to say.

I'll tell him next time I swear.
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Stanley awoke in his office and looked around.

"Hello Stanley." The narrator said tiredly, his voice sounded hoarse from crying.

Stanley got up and crossed his arms. Expecting an explanation.

"Yes. I believe neither of us wants a repeat of... yesterday."

So Narrator took a deep breath and explained everything: his job, their marriage, how his job had required him to erase Stanley's mind.

"I set up this plan, the one that I've deemed the Stanley parable, to gain your trust and your friendship. I'd hoped that over time you'd... love me again. I'm sorry, it was awful. I... I wasn't sure how I'd feel if I let you go immediately and you didn't know who I was or you didn't love me ever again or..."

Stanley's eyes widened at the Narrators explanation... he thought for a moment, and it clicked. The narrator had never seemed genuinely mad at him, any time he seemed irritated or angry it was never directed at him or if it was there was always a certain fondness laced in between it.

"I... so did you ever plan on letting me out?" Stanley asked. It was the first time he'd ever spoken in all his time with the narrator, he just never felt the need to.

"Of course, in fact, everything I've been asking you to do that you blatantly ignored ended in you escaping... into the real world, back to me."

Stanley thought for a moment, stood up, and then went down the hallway to the first 2 doors.

"Show me how to get there." Stanley murmured.

The narrator giddily explained how to get there. When Stanley entered the mind control facility, the narrator told him to wait where he was before entering. He told Stanley to wait patiently to make sure he was safe and undetected by his coworkers.

Narrator walked quickly into the room with all the monitors and clicked the fire alarm, clearing the room. He had lit a fire in their offices employee lounge and it quickly spread to the hallways. The rest of the employees quickly evacuated the monitor room and he went to the hidden doorway that Stanley had hiding in.

He took Stanley's hand quickly and pulled him into a desperate hug.

Stanley seemed taken aback by the rush off affection but eased into it, hugging back.

"Let's go." Narrator murmured into Stanley's ear, hesitantly taking his hand and guiding him up the platforms as he continued, now jokingly, his narration.

They reached the button. Narrator looked at Stanley expectantly and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

With a deep breath, stanley pressed "off" and watched as the wall in the back of the room began to open.

With a gasp that seemed to knock the air out of his lungs, Stanley stumbled backwards. Narrator caught him and pulled him into a tight hug.

Stanley's memories poured into mind like a waterfall filling up a dry river. He remembered the narrator kissing him and then accidentally tumbling down the hill they were standing on, their first kiss was embarrassing. He remembered their wedding, he remembered holding onto him tightly as they kissed before having a strange box with pointy wires pressed into his back.

He looked up the Narrator and kissed him roughly before taking his hand and walking down the path to the outside world.

And they were happy.