Stanley Parable one-shots

Request: Unstable Narrator x Reader (You weren't him)

Requested by Sussyimposter6969

Narrator x reader

Scene: the office

This one-shot has SMUT/LEMON involved, I will warn you when it appears so you know when to skip it. ENJOY!

Why? Why, why, why, WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?! How could he do this to me? After everything I did, after everything I gave to him, exposed my weaker side to him. He left me. Alone. Forgotten.

And now I have to deal with this stupid. Weak. Pitiful excuse for a HUMAN!

*Static* why did you leave me?

You chuckle to yourself as you swirl in the computer chair that was your 'office'. You would only admit it to yourself, but you do so love messing around with this Narrator fellow. Your effimenant friend as it were, because really, what kind of man speaks like that with that ridiculous accent of his? No one, that's who.

It's why you have been running around in circles and doing everything you shouldn't be doing when the Narrator gave you instructions. Sorry. When he was telling the story.

Granted it was getting tiring having to do everything in silence with only one other person for company. But you weren't complaining that much.

*Static* please, come back. I miss you.

"This is the story, of a *static* named *static*"

You blink in confusion as you look up to the ceiling with a puzzled expression on your face. That wasn't in the script as far as you knew, and what name did he say? You couldn't hear it.

The door opens.

"What could it mean? Perhaps there was a meeting, and they had simply missed a memo"

Again, not in the script, and you knew that from the number of resets you've done. Still, it was something new, maybe you could find new ways to get on his nerves again.

Making a big smile at the thought. You walk joyfully out of the office and into the realm once more. A bounce in your step for the first time since you found yourself here.

Except on your way there, you noticed that some things seemed. Out of place. You still ignore it and continue, the promise of messing with the Narrator was too good to pass up.

*Static*, you are really testing my patience.

Countless messing around later, with your ever-faithful bucket companion in hand. You begin to notice that the office equipment was now beginning to appear on the ceiling, or missing. What in the blazes was going on?

*Static* St*static* Stan-BZZT. Why couldn't this filthy person do anything he SAYS?!

"This wasn't the way to his Boss' Office, and *static* knew that perfectly well"

By this point, you had entered the warehouse but went nowhere near the lift. You were now pacing the floor, bucket still in your hands as you tried to understand what the hell was going on. It was so good at first to do this. But now everything was completely off script, nothing made sense anymore. You were almost tempted to listen to the annoying voice for once. And that was saying something.

"You just don't know when to leave well enough alone. Do you?"

The lights turned off above you before you could see the person who spoke.

"I have been very patient with you, but now you're pushing my final buttons you ignorant, stupid excuse for a human"

Ouch. Okay, so it WAS the Narrator. Wait, did that mean he had a physical form?

"My last employer had better manners and could listen to orders better than you ever could" your bucket flew out of your arms, how though? "in fact, he was far more perfect than you could ever hope to be"

Your body moved by an invisible force and slammed into a wall. Followed by a strange pressure on your chest, it was just enough to make you feel uncomfortable but not suffocate you.

"And yet" a sniff from your right side "you smell, and feel, just like H I M"

A strange sensation hits your mouth causing you to gasp, giving the voice a chance to get closer and press his whole body against you. It was awkward, but it felt lovely. Another game Narrator?

"I hate you. So much. But you are the only thing I have left" your clothes were ripped off of your body before you could blink "disgusting, but I can't stop anymore"

LEMON STARTS HERE!

A hand was inserted into your partially wet entrance, you immediately whined at the feeling and widen your legs to give him a better angle. You bring your arms up to find some kind of surface, a shoulder. But you could only find air.

"Do not think yourself so high and mighty that you would get to see my true self. Only one person is allowed to see it, and you are not HIM"

His fingers move inside you now, spreading you wide and ready for what would be the encore, faint breathing could be felt on your shoulder along with a pressure of what could only be described as a block of clay scattered across your shoulder and neck. It didn't feel nice.

"That's the point"

Once he removed his fingers and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his half-solid form. Something else entered you, and you tilt your head back as it hit something sensitive inside of you. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning loud and whining as he proceeded to hammer you like an animal in heat.

"So tight, but too wet, I hate this, I hate you. But oh I cannot stop myself..." his words begin to turn into none coherent mumbling as he continued his attack, and this time he began to speed up to the point where you couldn't keep up.

Gasps, growls and groans echoed in the darkness. You couldn't feel the sweat on him but he could definitely feel it from you. He tried a taste. It tasted horrible.

You weren't him.

"I'm close st-" he grunted as he tucked his head into your shoulder.

You. Weren't. HIM!

"STANLEY!"

LEMON ENDS HERE!

You feel your body freeze as a strange sensation fills you up, but you didn't feel satisfied though, but you were too shocked to care about that.

Who the hell was Stanley?

"If you were trying to get me to like you, then you did a terrible job at doing so" huffed the voice "don't get any ideas though, this, this was merely a moment of weakness" he pulled himself out leaving you to feel empty "now then, let's try this again"

Your body moves on its own and before you could react, you feel your body fall through the darkness, the wind screaming past your ears.

THUD!

You find yourself sitting in a familiar chair in front of a computer.

"This is the story, of a *static* named *static*"