Infinite Resets

Reset 4

Stanley woke up, staring at the blank screen, he was dissociating wondering if all this was one big dream, he forcefully mad himself grounded enough to go on his computer, he closed his work program, and went on to Tumblr, he wrote out his blog post but had been taking such a long time that the Narrator spoke up "Stanley?..." he asked, Stanley put a finger up 'one moment' he said to the Narrator who actually was quiet long enough for Stanley to finish and post to his blog. Stanley turned around on his chair looking up at the ceiling 'what did you want?' Stanley asked him the Narrator seem to stumble over his words a bit "hmm,, well I was just wondering what you was doing you was taking so long..." he said, Stanley tilted his head a bit. Was the Narrator nervous? or did the last reset affect him too? Stanley sighed feeling bad again as he left his office 'I was just writing on my blog' he told the Narrator.

"Wait? seriously?" the Narrator seemed more surprised then anything else "what's the name?" the Narrator asked as he heard some rustling as well. 'why should I tell you?' Stanley crossed his arms the Narrator huffed a bit "fine...don't" he said and the conversation faded out.

Stanley started to look around the office look at every little thing, he wanted a way out, he put his hand on a window for it only to be met with glass. He sighed "No matter how hard Stanley looked, he couldn't find a trace of his co-workers." Stanley groans 'Can you shut up for 5 minuets?' he thought to the Narrator as he as he tried to put his hand on another window but this time it went though, he gasped and then climbed out 'am I out?' Stanley wondered, looking around the white void he was in now, until he heard a all to familiar voice.

"At first, Stanley assumed he had broken the map, until he heard this narration and realized it was a part of the game's design all along. He then praised the game for it's insightful and witty commentary into the nature of video game structure and it's examination of structural narrative tropes" Stanley laughed lightly 'you wish' he said to the Narrator. The Narrator chuckled a bit "So now that you're here what do you think? Isn't this a fun and unique place to be?" Stanley crossed his arm, looking up with a eye brow raised 'as unique as you at being sincere' he answered. "Okay I'm over it now. What do you think, are you sick of this gag yet?" he asked as a prompt with 'yes' and 'no' on it appeared. Stanley pressed 'yes'

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this politely but you could just restart the game and be back at your office" Stanley sighs 'ever thought I don't want to be back in my office?' The Narrator took this as a challenge "Well just to push the envelope, I'm going to try make this as miserable as possible and we'll see how long you can maintain this then." Stanley also took this as a challenge and sat down, crossing his arms like a child. The Narrator started to play the guitar.

"There once was a man named Stanley, Who people considered so manly. But the truth must be told, He was not very bold, And was quite particularly gangly." 

Stanley rolled his eyes, though he was smiling slightly as he found this whole situation kind of funny. 

"What Stanley liked most was buttons. He pushed them like some kind of glutton. He did it all day, In a meaningful way, But his brain had long ceased to function."

Stanley sat there and listened to the Narrator, he'll admit it that the Narrator was good at making poems and songs, even if this one was insulting him it was good.

"Which is why he is in this parable, And lives an existence quite terrible. And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable"

Stanley clapped, it caught the Narrator off guard. 'That was good, guess I'll see ya in the office' he thought to the Narrator, the Narrator not getting a word in as everything went black.

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