A Story Finally Finished || The Stanley Parable

[2] - Progress!

Stanley woke up a few hours later, and finally, Narrator had made some progress! He had realised that Stanley may have kept the memories from each reset, and so he could ask questions about each time, and hoped to figure out a way to stay together. The Narrator left Stanley be for the first hour, before completing another part of the story, and beginning to talk.

"Stanley," He began, "Do you have any memories of past resets?"
Stanley looked up to where he thought Narrator would be, and fidgeted in his place. I mean, yeah I do. Why? He queried. Narrator clapped, "Wonderful! Can you tell me about them? I may need this information to help us escape."
Stanley's stomach lifted, as he raised his eyebrows. Sure! What do you want first?

Narrator looked about the room he and Stanley were currently in, the manager's office. "This is where you input the numbers into the keypad. We'll follow the story, OK?" Stanley nodded, and pressed in the numbers. Once the door opened, the two headed to the Mind Control Facility, and to the main keypad, where then Stanley explained which would go where. This one, he pointed to the OFF button, Frees me, but I wake back up in the office. And this one, he pointed to the ON button, sets a two minute timer going, and at the end of it, everything explodes. I wake back up in the office again.

Narrator shrugged, "Then let's try out the OFF button, maybe we can work our way around going back?" Stanley nodded, and pressed the OFF button. Upon pressing the button, as Stanley remembered, the wall began to slowly open, like a garage door, leading to the bright light of the outside world.

As if on command, Narrator began speaking once again, "Yes! He had won! He had defeated the machine, unshackled himself from someone else's command. Freedom was mere moments away...." Stanley zoned out as he walked down the large staircase, leading outside. Narrator rambled on in the background as he continued down the stairs.
Once he stepped outside, he heard Narrator once again, "And Stanley was happy."

But then, everything went black. Stanley's eyes fluttered open once again, and he found himself back in his office. Narrator spoke up slightly, "Stanley, I remember. You felt free.." His voice cracked, "I understand now.. The outside world is beautiful. So bright.."
Stanley nodded, and tears pricked his eyes. Narrator noticed this and panicked. He didn't know what to do! He didn't understand human emotions properly yet! No, of course not!

"There, there Stanley.. It's alright. Don't worry we'll get out of here. I just need your help." The Narrator muttered, and Stanley wiped his tears, Well.. He began, O-One time, I took a different path, a-and I appeared in a m-museum. About us.. B-But there was another narrator.. I-It wasn't you. It was a woman. She called herself the C-Curator.. She.. She could help us, maybe?
Narrator tensed. Another narrator? Who is this Curator? He thought, and held his chin, "Would you be able to show me?"
Stanley nodded.

Making their way to the Museum Ending, Narrator said his compulsory lines, and the pair arrived at the trigger point extremely quickly. Jumping down, Stanley arrived on the plate, whilst Narrator said his lines. Reaching the the crusher, Narrator finished with, "Farewell, Stanley." Before snapping out of his narration. "Shit, Stanley! One second, I'm coming!" He called, although he couldn't move. Stanley didn't seem fazed by the walls, and Narrator watched as he almost got crushed by the metal walls, when a female voice spoke up.

" 'Farewell, Stanley' The Narrator cried, as Stanley was led helplessly into the-"
The Curator was cut off. She looked over the shoulder of Stanley and realised that The Narrator had fought the reset, but with reason of course. He stood behind Stanley, eyes wide with shock. (Only Curator could see this, of course.)
It's not like he would do this out of whim. "Narrator, what are you still doing here..?" She asked quietly, viewing the being across from him. The Narrator and The Curator stood above Stanley now, about two metres apart. Stanley had frozen, his head moving side to side, hearing both Story-Tellers converse.

"Curator.. I know we have never met, but I must ask a favour. You see, me and Stanley, we want out. We no longer want to be stuck in the loop. Well, Stanley doesn't, at least. I don't know about myself as of yet. Please, would you help us?" The Narrator explained. He stood with his arms crossed, one arm over the other instead of wrapped in each other. The Curator sighed. She knew this would happen. Eventually. Eventually they would become self aware.
She eyed Narrator quietly as she thought over the question. She looked down at Stanley, who looked up into the black hopefully.

Please say yes, please say yes. He thought quietly. Unfortunately for Curator, she was easily persuaded. She felt for too many people. The Curator sighed again, and looked back to where Narrator stood. "Fine. But you must follow my every word." The Narrator grinned, and Stanley celebrated, Yes! I can do that! Anything to get me out of here!
This made both writers smile warmly at Stanley's excitement.

"Well, thank you Curator, lead the way." The Narrator, raised an arm from his chest. Curator grinned, and flicked her wrist, opening the floor. The three plummeted into the depths, The Narrator screaming the entire way.

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