Click click click.
Click click click.
Stanley was a busy man.
Click click click.
That was the sound he heard 24/7.
Click.
365 days.
Click.
52 weeks.
Stanley drowsily sighed, ready to fulfill his day in more typing, until-
CREEEEAAKKKK...
•••
Stanley's face poked through the door. How strange. Stanley was struggling to decide what to do.
1) Go through and explore.
2) Stay and live a boring life.
He decided what was best for him.
•••
As he entered the strange room, he felt a breeze. Maybe it was his lunch. Or maybe it was the sudden hairs raising on the back of his neck. Either way, he didn't like it. Stanley felt an uncomfortable feeling.
He was being watched.
YOU ARE READING
Paperman
RandomStanley is a man of work. He types. And types... And types... Until the door opens.