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"This is the story of a man named Stanley." Blah blah blah, Employee 432, pushes buttons, you know the whole introduction.
Stanley got up and went to the two doors room, pausing to think.
"When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left."
He went right.
"This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it."
Stanley looked around for a while before just sitting down on the couch.
"...Stanley?" He looked up. "Are you alright?"
His worried tone reminded him of his tone at the end of the Not-Stanley ending. The thought made him sad.
He nodded anyways. He then realized how exhausted he was. He couldn't remember the last time he slept. In fact, he couldn't remember ever sleeping at all.
"You look tired..." Looks like The Narrator noticed too. He nodded again, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.
It wasn't long before Stanley ended up falling asleep and The Narrator was left to sit in silence.
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Stanley is Sorry
FanfictionSPOILERS FOR THE STANLEY PARABLE: ULTRA DELUXE!! !!TW: SUICIDE!! Stanley gets bored one day, but he has no way of telling The Narrator that. So he just goes through a run to get to the Zending room to relax for a while and look at all the pretty col...
