The Zending. That's what he did. He needed time to think about the Settings guy.
"...The Zending? Do you really want to do that again."
He ignored The Narrator and sat down on the platform, looking up at all the pretty colors.
Who where they?
Why did they have to leave?
He didn't want them to leave.
Why did they seem so... familiar?
...
Why didn't they show up earlier?
Were they okay?
What happened?
How long would it be until he could talk to them again?
...
Do they know about The Narrator's existence?
...
Does The Narrator know about their existence?
So many questions swarmed his head. He wondered if they would ever be answered.
Before he knew it, he'd been in the room for ten minutes. Half an hour. One hour. Two hours. Five hours...
"Stanley?" He looked up. "Are you feeling alright? Usually you would've headed to the staircase by now..."
-.. --- -. . / .... . .-. .
"You're done?"
.-. . ... . - / .--. .-.. . .- ... .
"...You're not finishing the ending?"
He shook his head.
"...Alright..."
"THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END"
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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...
