Infinite Resets

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Stanley woke up in front of his computer, for the 6th time now, he closed his work program and went on Tumblr. Stanley was still very shaken up by the fact there is another voice in this world, he had so many questions. Does the Narrator know about her? Can she help him escape? What did she mean by saying that they needed each other? Stanley didn't have the answers to any of this. After he posted his post he left his office.

"Stanley decided to go to the meeting room to check on his co-workers. He never functioned well by himself, and constantly needed support and guidance from others, so the thought of total solitude was terrifying to him." Stanley sighed, the Narrator was right about two things; yes, he did need constant support and guidance from others. And yes, he was scared of being along. But no he could function just fine by himself as long as he knew what he needed to do.

Stanley stopped at the two set of doors, even though he knew he wasn't going to listen, he let the Narrator finish his line before he went through the right door.

"This was not the right way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it." Staley rolled his eyes and walked though the employee lounge, past the maintenance door, and into the cargo bay.

"Stanley was so bad at following directions it's incredible he wasn't fired years ago." Stanley chuckled, slightly. He thought that line was funny, truth be told he did mind being told what to do all that much he just didn't want to do the same thing all the time. Stanley stepped onto the cargo lift, and like before, it started to move.

"Look Stanley, I think perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot here." the Narrator began as Stanley actually listened to what he was saying this time. "I'm not your enemy, really, I'm not. I realize that investing your trust in someone else can be difficult, but the fact is that the story has been about nothing but you, all this time." Stanley was a bit suspicious, wondering where all this was going. "There's been someone you've been neglecting, Stanley, someone you've forgotten about. Please, stop trying to make every decision by yourself." Stanley stepped off of the cargo lift 'who are you talking about?' Stanley asked, only thinking about two people he cared about, his best friend and his cat. "Now, I'm not asking for me, I'm asking for her." Stanley was confused, well that rules out Kevin, but the Narrator couldn't be talking about his cat right? Stanley walked into a big room. "This is it, Stanley. Your chance to redeem yourself. To put your work aside, to let her back into your life. She's been waiting."

Stanley was convinced now, he definitely wasn't talking about his cat either, so who is 'she'. 'does the Narrator think I had a girlfriend?' Stanley thought to himself, blushing a bit as he hadn't actually dated anyone before. He entered another room this one being pitch black, until a spot light turned on and a phone started to ring. "That's her, Stanley. You need to be the one to do this, to reach out to her. If you can truly place your faith in another, then pick up the phone." Stanley listened and picked up the phone as everything went white.

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Stanley woke up in front of apartment 427 "Oh Stanley. Is that you? Hold on, sweetie, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm just pulling the bread out of the oven." Stanley blinked, was this real? "Alright... okay, there we go! Alright now, I want you to come in and tell me all about your day at work." Stanley jumped getting freaked out by the distorted voice and by the mannequin.

The Narrator laughed "Hahahahaha, gotcha!" Stanley growls 'Prick' he said as he walked away a towards the elevator down the hallway, but not even half way down the hallway a brick wall stopped Stanley from continuing. "Sorry, but you're in my story now." said the Narrator as Stanley could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Stanley sighed as he walked back "Oh, come on. Did you actually think you had a loving wife? Who'd want to commit their life to you?" Stanley looked down, that hurt but he never had a wife to begin with. "I'm trying to make a point here, Stanley; I'm trying to get you to see something." Stanley rolled his eyes 'What? Trying to make me see I'm useless? yh I know, can I get some new news?' he retorted sarcastically, the Narrator just tsked "Come inside. Let me show you what's really going on here." he said, as the mannequin moved out of the way, and Stanley walked inside.

"This is a very sad story about the death of a man named Stanley." Stanley rolled his eyes "Stanley is quite a boring fellow. He has a job that demands nothing of him, and every button that he pushes is a reminder of the inconsequential nature of his existence." Stanley went to sit on the couch but it turned into a desk, he was surprised but leaned against it anyway. "Look at him there, pushing buttons, doing exactly what he's told to do. Now, he's pushing a button. Now, he's eating lunch. Now, he's going home. Now, he's coming back to work." Stanley sighed, this was getting on his nerves. "One might even feel sorry for him, except that he's chosen this life."

'And? it was nice...I rather be there then here." Stanley thought, but kept it to himself. "But in his mind, ah, in his mind he can go on fantastic adventures! From behind his desk, Stanley dreamed of wild expeditions into the unknown, fantastic discoveries of new lands! It was wonderful! And each day that he returned to work was a reminder that none of it would ever happen to him." Stanley looked down, the truth was hard to swallow, but this wasn't in his head was it? He looked at his reflection in the TV as it turned into a clock "And so he began to fantasize about his own job. First, he imagined that one day while at work, he stepped up from his desk to realize that all of his co-workers, his boss, everyone in the building had suddenly vanished off the face of the earth. The thought excited him terribly." Stanley looked up 'Alright I get it, Daydreaming bad, but how do I get out of here then?' he asked the Narrator but got no reply from him he only continued his script. "So, he went further. He imagined that he came to two open doors and that he could go through either. At last! Choice! It barely even mattered what lay behind each door. The mere thought that his decisions would mean something was almost too wonderful to behold!" Stanley listened as the room changed again, it was becoming familiar to Stanley but he couldn't put a finger on why. "As he wandered through this fantasy world, he began to fill it with many possible paths and destinations. Down one path lay an enormous round room with monitors and mind controls, and down another was a yellow line that weaved in many directions, and down another was a game with a baby."

'game with a baby? yellow line?' Stanley wondered if he could actually find them things in the game somewhere or if the Narrator was tricking him "And he called it; The Stanley Parable." Stanley shrugged at the name 'How about just the Parable' Stanley said to the Narrator wanting to get a reaction out of him, but the Narrator didn't react. "It was such a wonderful fantasy, and so in his head he relived it again. And then again, and again, over and over, wishing beyond hope that it would never end, that he might always feel this free. Surely, there's an answer down some new path! Mustn't there be? Perhaps if he played just one more time..." And Stanley was completely taken back when his desk appeared in the room in all of it's glory. "But there is no answer. How could there possibly be? When in reality, all he's doing is pushing the same buttons he always has, nothing has changed. The longer he spends here, the more invested he gets, the more he forgets which life is the real one."

Stanley didn't understand, was this a game? or was it in his head? "And I'm trying to tell him this, that in this world, he can never be anything but an observer, that as long as he remains here, he's slowly killing himself. But he won't listen to me. He won't stop! Here, watch this. Stanley, the next time the screen asks you to push a button, do not do it!" Stanley was sitting in his chair now, this whole ending was just so confusing to him, he looked to his computer screen, it had an order on it! Stanley gasped and he pressed the key without think. "You see? Can he just not hear me? How can I tell him in a way that he'll understand, that every second he remains here, he's electing to kill himself? How can I get him to see what I see? How can I make him look at himself?" Stanley wasn't listening anymore, he was sitting at his computer taking orders and pressing buttons like a robot. "I suppose I can't, not in the way I want him to. But I don't make the rules, I simply play to my intended purpose, the same as Stanley. We're not so different, I suppose. I'll try once more to convey all this to him. I'm compelled to. I must. Perhaps... well, maybe this time he'll see. Maybe this time. And I tried again. And Stanley pushed a button. And I tried again. And Stanley pushed a button. And I tri-" and everything went black.

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