A Story Finally Finished || The Stanley Parable

[10] - Feelings

The next morning was a late start. Stanley didn't even begin to stir until 11AM, although Narrator woke at 8AM as always. Luckily it was a Sunday, and Stanley didn't have to get up to go to work.
When Narrator woke up, he realised what he had done the previous night and began to internally freak out. Stanley was laying on his chest, and fell asleep on him last night! Why wouldn't Narrator be freaking out?

His heart was beating twice as fast, and his face was so warm Narrator felt like they were going to overheat. He couldn't move from his position, for being pinned down by Stanley (not in a dirty way), and so Narrator laid there, eyeing his own book that lay of the coffee table in front of them. He couldn't believe that The Timekeeper had made a real life copy of it and placed it into the house. And yet, It did.

He wanted to read the book, he did! But he knew what cringe would come to him upon the turn of each page.. And so Narrator just kind of sat there. Listening to Stanley's breathing. The calm look on his face and the way that his face smushed into Narrator's chest was just adorable. So adorable in fact that Narrator never wanted to wake Stanley again. But eventually, the quietness would get to Narrator's head again, and he would probably loose his mind.

Without realising, Narrator had fallen back to sleep, and stirred again once Stanley awoke. His brown hair was messy, and his eyes were narrow, still half stuck together with sleep. Narrator looked fine, except from the sleep clogging their eyes. "Good morning, Stanley. Sleep well?" Narrator said as Stanley stood up to stretch.

Yes thanks Narrator.. I did at least whilst you were there. At the memory, both men blushed, although Stanley managed to hide it well with wiping his face of sleep. Narrator regained his composure, before standing up and heading to the kitchen to make the everyday coffees for the two of them. Whilst Narrator was gone, Stanley took a minute to compose himself, and fix his hair, which seemed to force itself upwards, fixed there by sweat.

The kettle finished boiling, and Narrator poured the hot water into the two cups, and stirred, then adding milk. He then dropped a sugar cube in each and stirred again. After placing the tea-spoon into the sink, Narrator carried the two cups into the living room, where Stanley was now sat.

The pair sat in silence as they drank their coffees, and once they were finished, Stanley spoke up. You know, you should make a sequel to that book. I really liked it! I need a part 2.
Narrator let out a raspy laugh, "I wrote that many years ago, Stanley. I can hardly remember the plot.."
But maybe I will.. He thought, adjusting his glasses. If he wants a sequel so badly.. I might just start a sequel..

Stanley smiled, and signed a quick 'Thank You' for his coffee, before heading upstairs to get himself sorted. Narrator continued to look at the book, his posture bent over as he eyed the paper wad. Yeah, he was going to write a sequel. Quickly, he grabbed the mugs that lay on the coffee table, and put them on the kitchen side, before grabbing the book from the side table, and heading upstairs.

Back in the office, Narrator opened up Word Documents, and tapped his desk. They looked back over to where he placed his first book next to him, and reached for it. He could remember very little of the plot, and so he opened the first page, and began reading. Narrator didn't thoroughly read it, only scanning through the pages.

Even scanning the book through took quite a bit. It took about an hour, still. Once finished, Narrator turned back to his computer, and typed out title. Similar to the first title, 'I Know Everything', Narrator typed letter by letter, 'I Hear Everything.'

And he began typing. To begin with, Narrator wrote an epilogue that linked to the previous book, and an introduction to the new main character. The same characters were used, except last book's protagonist. The detectives and the antagonist were kept the same, although the readers wouldn't realise that the antagonist was the same until the end of the book.

And Narrator just wrote and wrote.

Stanley POV:

Stanley was in his room, reading another book, whilst Narrator was typing away. He was planning to go out to the city to buy the next load of food. Once dressed, wearing a blue T-shirt, khaki trousers and a grey zip up hoodie, Stanley grabbed about $200, and headed to the office. He knocked, and waited for Narrator's response. "Come in," He called. Stanley entered.

Do you want anything grabbing whilst I go shopping? Stanley asked, opening the door fully. Narrator turned towards the mute, "Actually, yes, Stanley. We are running out of honey and lemon. Would you be able to grab some?" Stanley smiled, and nodded. Sure! I should be about two hours.

"Alright Stanley. Be safe." And Narrator turned back to his desk, whilst Stanley closed the door. He headed down the stairs, and grabbed his shoes, placing them on. Making sure he had his phone and money, Stanley headed out of the door, closing it quickly behind him. Stanley headed into the city, watching the skyline approach from the distance.

*Time skip*

Stanley reached the closest grocery store, and headed inside, grabbing a shopping cart as he passed. The quiet music of the store was a nice ambience as Stanley strolled around, grabbing things he needed. Stanley grabbed milk, and meats, such as pork and beef, and fruit. He ventured further round the store, grabbing bread and more butter, as well as cereals and essentials such as toilet paper and and kitchen roll.

He also grabbed some lemon and honey, like Narrator requested, and more vegetables, such as corn and carrots. He also grabbed chocolate bars and sweets to restock, and then headed to the checkout, pushing his trolley along with him. Upon reaching the tills, Stanley unloaded his groceries onto the conveyor. Luckily the cashier didn't talk, as that was a fear of Stanley's. Not being able to speak to others when spoken to. He didn't want to come off as rude. So, he began to bag up items that had already been scanned.

Once all the items were scanned, Stanley pulled out his dollar bills, and handed them to the cashier. He received his change, and signed out thank you, before grabbing his bags. "Have a nice day," The cashier mumbled, before scanning the next person's items through. Stanley signed out another 'Thank you,' adding a 'You too,' at the end and turned to leave. The cashier smiled, and went back to concentrating on the next customer, whilst Stanley left the store.

The sun was at its peak, and its heat radiated onto the ground below Stanley's feet. He probably should have put some thinner shoes on. He also regretted wearing the jumper, and so he dropped his bags slowly, and took off the jumper, folding it neatly and placing it in a bag. Stanley picked up the bags again and continued walking back to the house. He had left the house at about 2PM, and when he looked at his phone for the time, it was almost 3:45PM.

Stanley sighed, I still have to walk back.. It's busy, and hot. I could loose the stuff. I think I'll get an Uber or a bus back. He thought, pulling out his phone. A bus would be cheaper, but then he would have to find a bus that went via his house, and he would need to find where to board said bus. Whereas, ordering an Uber may cost a little more, but you're guaranteed it's arrival, and you can tell it where to go, no fuss.

And so, Stanley ordered an Uber.

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