Stanley Parable one-shots

Request: Unstable Narrator x Lovebug Reader (Your not him part2)

Request Madeline795800

Pairing Narrator x reader

Scene: the Office

I have absolutely NO IDEA what I made with this so please don't kill me (puppy eyes). ENJOY! 

WARNING MENTIONS OF VIOLANCE AND GORE!

You were planning something. The Narrator knew that for certain, considering how you were listening to all of his instructions with no issue. He even (and he still shudders to this day) went against the story, and you still listened to him with no argument. And it was starting to get on his nerves.

Ever since that reset where he had lost control, you had begun to behave differently, more so than normal. And that was saying something considering your personality at the start of all this. Why were you doing this though? If you thought for one second that he had any intention of doing THAT with you again, then you had another thing coming. What happened was a one-time thing. A moment of weakness, nothing more than him trying to fill the emptiness that laid in the hole he once called a heart. Since someone had already stolen it. His office was further proof of how damaged he was.

Still, it was good to throw you off the edge rather than restart the game. The way your body twisted as it hit the concrete, the way it sounded as your spine cracked, was music to his ears. It was a pity that you couldn't bleed here.

Looking back on it now though, that reset was also around the time you started acting, well, weirder than normal. And then following that, 7 resets later was when he began to notice your appearance started changing. Your eyes were the first sign that something wasn't right, the outer eye (the white part of your eye), was a barbie pink, and then the iris was dark pink, they glowed like a night light, he should know, the lights bugged before turning off and he had to use your eyes as a torch so he could fix the issue.

A pity he couldn't rip them out.

Finally, your veins, the blue and purple lines that carried the blood around your body, no longer held those colours, now they held a bright pink colour. And yes, he had done research when he had the chance, he even checked the coding for any bugs that might have gotten into his story. Nothing.

And to make matters worse, your behaviour was starting to get worse. And let's not forget the weird faces you were making when he said your name, like you wanted to shower him with kisses, you even looked up at the ceiling with a smile so wide he thought it would split your face in half. A pity it didn't. It still makes him sick just thinking about it.

Stanley was never like this. Stanley listened to him. Stanley understood him. Stanley was... Stanley was everything to the Narrator. Just his name alone was enough to make the Narrator feel warm and shiver in delight as the memories of the past flooded him.

But that wouldn't happen anymore. Because Stanley was dead. Gone. That's why the Narrator didn't change the title, he wanted to remember his character, his friend. You didn't deserve any of it, you didn't deserve the privilege to be remembered the way Stanley was.

But as much as he wanted to remember the good times, none of it was important now, no, what was important was to figure out what was wrong with you and how to fix it. And how to do it without involving certain 'activities'. The pink glow on your body was getting worse.

And the Narrator had no idea what it was and how to get rid of it when the code hadn't been corrupted.

More research, more testing. More. Code. Checking. NOTHING WAS WRONG! and to add more salt to injury. The impulse he was so proud of having control over, decided it wanted more action with you.

He had half a mind to rip his human form in half before shredding it into millions of tiny pieces before wiping it from memory, then go for yours.

Alas, he was forced to keep it for emergencies. Meaning. Now.

"Narrator? Are you here? I can feel you close by"

Oh by the horrors of fan fiction, did you always sound like this? You sound like a crazy, homicidal fan girl.

You weren't HIM.

The Narrator shook his head, now was not the time to take a trip down memory lane, he had to make make the walk to the warehouse and see if anything there was out of place. Studying the place outside of the map gave him no results.

"Narrator, love me senpai"

What in the blazes did THAT mean? Why couldn't he just gouge your eyes out and use your body to decorate the office like last time? He did so look gorgeous covered in his worker's blood. A pity it would disappear after the reset.

"Narrator, please love me, come out wherever you are"

The narrator felt his form shift and glitch as if fighting a tug of war.

You weren't HIM.

He walked faster, hoping to put more distance between you and him. He didn't want to see your corrupted form until he had this issue sorted out. Stupid body urges.

"Narrator, please come out, it's just 4 gl1tch"

A glitch that he had every intention of fixing.

"Pl34se notice me Senpa1"

He found his location, now for the target.

"Why are you hiding from me? What did I do? If this is about that, thing we did, I'm not mad at all, please?"

If you were scared of what he did then he wouldn't have done it, he may be angry and upset with you but that didn't mean he was going to force himself on you, even he wasn't that twisted. He was a perfect gentleman.

"You don't l0ve me? Do you?" a sob broke out "you never loved me did you? I remember you called out another name, and then you K1LL3D M3!"

Oh hell. He ripped open the panel on the floor and began his work of scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

"You hated me the moment I came here, that's why I was so bent on ignoring you, and you... you're just using me for a dead code, HE WASN'T EVEN A REAL PERSON! HE WAS A FAKE!"

Silence. The lights went off and the world fell into pitch darkness.

The Narrator's eye twitched, but he calmly continued his work before pressing the 'scan' button. As it began to do its work, he slowly got up from the floor and began his walk to you.

You. Weren't. HIM.

You gritted your teeth as your search for the invisible man came fruitless, and to top it all off, the lights weren't on to help guide you. And not even the glow of your eyes and veins was enough to light the empty void you were surrounded in.

Where was your beloved when you needed him?

"I am done with this" oh, there he was "I will say what I said before. You. Aren't. H I M! Never have. Never. Will be"

And once again, you find yourself in the same song and dance as before, except this time.

You weren't going to make it out alive.

"Stanley was more real to me than you ever were. Could ever hope to be"