Stanarrator Oneshots 🪣™

1: Just A Dream

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Here's some context so this will make more sense. In this oneshot, Stanley wasn't the one pushing the button, it was the player.

😳I think y'all know what's about to go down and I'm sorry (not sorry 😐)

Also yes I know Stanley suddenly not being mute isn't possible (at least i dont think🤨) but plz im trying

Ok you may continue.

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The button had been pressed.

Again,
And again,
And again.

The room grew darker and darker. He grew quieter and quieter, until suddenly everything collapsed.

The room
The button

Him

Sunlight leaked in
Life formed out
Greenery glowed

Just as the button had
Just as he had

And there was nothing but silence.

Stanley looked around, realizing what he had done, what they had done.

He looked around in silence
The feeling unfamiliar to him

And for the first time
He spoke
But only a small noise was heard
His first cry for help
Desperate to hear him

He mumbled to himself in panic, "This can't be happening."

He emerged from the room where the light had faded.

"This can't be happening."

His "wacky line" was gone.
His "memory zone" was gone.
His world was gone.

The office
The mind control facility
The bucket
Just gone

Stanley saw nothing
Nothing at all

He started to hyperventilate
His brain felt foggy
The world seemed to spin

He collapsed to the ground, breathing heavier. Small tears fell from his eyes.

His thoughts were jumbled
Everything was out of place

The tears fell faster.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.

There was no response.

Stanley cried and cried. His cries echoed into the silence, as his voice didn't return.

Everything about him seemed to fade.
His laughter
His emotion
His voice

Stanley didn't know what to do now.

"Look at what you've done now, Stanley."

Stanley looked up into nothingness.
Everything had gone dark.
There was nothing.

"...what?"

"You've officially killed him."

"...n-no i didn't."

"He begged and pleaded for you to stop. He tried so hard, and you ignored him. You continued to skip ahead. All because you wanted to see what happens next."

Stanley suddenly realized, "...it was you. you were the one who made me press the button. it was you"

"Now, now, Stanley. It isn't nice to accuse someone. Especially if you don't know them."

"no... i know it was you."

"Oh really?"

A figure pixelated in front of him.
It was a child, their eyes filled with evil.

Their appearance seemed to stretch and bend into a threatening look.
They loomed over Stanley,

"NOW THAT'S NOT VERY POLITE OF YOU"

Stanley stepped back
Fear overwhelmed him
He didn't know what to do

"OH LOOK AT YOU, YOU CAN BARELY SPEAK. SURPRISING INDEED. NO WONDER HE'S GONE"

Stanley stumbled to the ground, "no, it w-wasnt me. i-i didn't do. i-i would never h-hurt h-him"

Suddenly, a voice was heard in the distance. It seemed to be calling his name.

The child froze,

"Shit."

They returned to her normal form, then evaporated into the air. Stanley looked around, confused.

"Stanley," the voice mumbled.

But Stanley couldn't hear him, he was still in a state of shock.

"Stanley, wake up," the voice grew louder.

"Stanley,"

"STANLEY!"

Stanley jolted awake. He sat up and looked around to see the Narrator standing beside him, his face looking worried.

"My god, Stanley, are you alright? You seemed to be having a rather unpleasant dream."

Stanley stared at him. He felt his face stained with tears.

"It was just a dream," he whispered.

"Well, of course it was just a dream," the Narrator said, "Why wouldn't it be?"

Stanley threw his legs over the bed and stood up. As quickly as he stood up, he embraced the Narrator in a tight, loving hug.

Not knowing what to do, the Narrator awkwardly stood there.

'I-It's alright, Stanley," he tried to comfort him.

Stanley silently sobbed into the Narrator's shoulder. He didn't want to remember that feeling. The feeling that had consumed him constantly. The feeling that he was no longer in control. He was shaken down to his inner core. He couldn't fathom the mere thought of losing the one thing he cared about. The thought of losing him.

He removed himself from the Narrator, drying his tears.

The Narrator looked at him, wondering what he had dreamt about.

"It's going to be alright, Stanley," he said.

Well, certainly it must have been one AWFUL dream in order for him to make him cry, the Narrator thought, I wonder what exactly had happened......

END

(Word Count: 703)

a/n: im sorry its so short im trying😥