A Story Finally Finished || The Stanley Parable

[11] - Help..?

Hello all! This will be the last chapter for about a week. I'm going on holiday and will not have time to update the book. I hope you enjoy :)
TW: Kidnapping.

Stanley waited for about ten minutes before his Uber arrived. The heat raged on still, and Stanley was beginning to sweat. Eventually, a black seven seater pulled up, and the drivers window rolled down. "You Stanley?" The driver asked. Her accent was rough and sounded very English. Cockney even. She had black cropped hair tied up into a bun, and black sunglasses. Stanley nodded, and pulled out his phone.

Quickly typing out, Hello, I am Stanley. Apologies, I am mute. Please can you take me back to xxx xxxx xxx? (I cba to make up an address) And showed the driver. She pulled down her sunglasses slightly, and quickly read the message, and smiled. "Of course man, hop in. Feel free to put your stuff in the boot."

Stanley put his thumb up, and opened the boot, placing in his bags. He then closed the boot, and jumped into the backseat, clipping on his seatbelt. Safety first, you know. Once the driver heard the seatbelt click, she turned on her engine, and set off. Stanley looked out of the window, watching shops pass by, parks and houses pass by, and eventually, just trees. It should have only been a ten minute drive, but it seemed like thirty.

Stanley scrunched his face together, before opening his text to speech app, and typing out, 'You sure this is the right way?' and playing it. The male voice seemed to echo in the silent car. The driver smirked, and pressed a button. Clicks could be heard around the car. Had it been locked? Or was it a safety precaution? "You see," The driver began menacingly, keeping her eyes on the road, "You ain't goin' back to your place. Your comin' to ours.."

Stanley's stomach dropped. Did she really just say that..? He thought, pressed back against the car seat. His eyes were wide, and tears threatened to fall out in fear. Stanley could feel his heart quickening, and his hands beginning to shake. As he reached for his seat belt, wanting to unclip it, Stanley felt a hand on his arm. He turned around to see a masked man reaching for him with a cloth, sat in the very back of the car.

Unable to move, Stanley struggled in the man's grasp. The masked man wrapped an arm around Stanley, pinning him to the car seat, and threw the cloth over Stanley's mouth and nose. Stan could feel the chemicals attempting to knock him out, and unfortunately, it was working. Stanley could feel his body become limp, and his eyes beginning to drop closed. The last thing he heard before passing out was the female driver chuckling, "Another one in the bag..."

Narrator POV:

Two hours had passed, and Stanley hadn't returned. Narrator just assumed that Stanley had gotten stuck in a queue or was still buying stuff. Until three hours passed.

And four hours. Narrator had begun to get extremely nervous. He had attempted to face call Stanley multiple times, and had sent many messages, with no response. He could feel his heart beating fast, and he had begun to shake, beginning to panic. "Where is he, where is he, where is he..?" He muttered as he paced the living room.

Another hour passed, and Narrator had attempted to call Stanley many more times. "Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck... Where is he?! Stanley?!" Narrator raised his voice, as if calling for him from downstairs. Narrator rushed upstairs, checked every room in the house again, before going back to pacing. Narrator paced for a little longer when it hit them. They could call for The Timekeeper.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Narrator's breathing jagged and heavy, he spoke. "T-Timekeeper..? He-Help.. Please..? Help..?"
And within a flash of light, the muddle of clocks had returned. Narrator looked at it, panic still flowing through his veins. Before he knew it, Narrator was on the floor, on his hands and knees, tears flowing from his eyes..

Timekeeper cursed. "Shit.. Curator. Come here." It spoke, it's voice echoing. Instantly in front of Narrator, Curator appeared. She looked at Timekeeper, and then to Narrator, and gasped, "Narrator, dear, what's wrong? Is everything alright..?" She sat on the ground in front of Narrator, reaching for his hand.

But Narrator retracted his hand, falling back. "N-No! S-Stanley hasn-hasn't returned.. He w-went sh-shopping five hours ag-ago, and h-he won't answer m-my-my texts.."
Tears fell heavier from his eyes, and brought his knees to his chest, embracing them with his arms. He felt himself begin to rock.

Curator broke inside, as she watched Narrator break down over Stanley. She tried to approach, but Narrator just moved away from her. "Here, Narrator, what I'm going to have to have you do is call the police. I can not call them. You must." Curator grabbed Narrator's phone from the floor next to him, and tried to hand him the device. Narrator stared at the mobile for almost a minute, before grabbing the phone from her hand and dialling 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" The phone operator spoke clearly from the other side of the phone.
"My-my friend.. He-he went shopping fiv-five hours ago and hasn't c-come back.. He-he won't answer m-my calls or texts.. He n-never takes this long.."
There was a quick type before the phone operator spoke up, "Alright, what's your name sir..?"

"K-Kevin.."
Keyboard clicks, "Kevin what?"
"Kevin N-Narrator.."
Another few keyboard clicks, "Okay, what's your friend's name and where did you last see him?"
Narrator took in a shaky breath, "His name is S-Stanley Pearce (Random last name lmao), and I saw him j-just before he left to g-go shopping.."

More typing. The phone operator breathed deeply, "Can you give me a description of what he looks like?"
Narrator wiped their tears, and breathed in again, "He's in his m-mid thirties.. He has brown f-fluffy hair, w-which is short.. H-He's about 5'10", and he's w-wearing a blue polo and khaki trousers.."
The phone operator typed as Narrator described Stanley, "Alright sir we're going to send some police officers to your house, and you can speak to them in more detail, can we have your address.?"

Narrator nodded, although the phone operator could not see this, "Sure.. um, i-it's xxx xxxx xxx."

"Alright sir, don't worry, stay calm, we'll have some officers at your address as soon as possible. Is there anyone else with you.?"
Narrator looked at Curator, who shook her head. Narrator replied, his bottom lip trembling slightly, "N-no.."

"Ok. I will stay on the phone with you until the officers arrive. Just breathe deeply. In through the nose, for five seconds, and hold for six seconds, then breathe out of the mouth for 7 seconds." Narrator followed the instructions, and sat down, as the phone operator instructed.

Hurry up.. please.. I need Stanley here with me.. Narrator thought as he closed his eyes, listening to the phone operator.

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ANGST ANGST ANGST WOOO! I was going to write this later in the story, but I just couldn't wait lmao. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, thank you so much for the reads like holy shit-

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