When It Rains, It Pours...

The Redundancy of it All

How many times had he found himself back in that office. In front of that computer with all those mundane buttons. He supposed the number didn't really matter, infinity probably described the hellish Loop better than any number could.

An infinity of wandering through hallways and opening doors with only a Snarky British narrator to accompany him. Sometime Stanley truly wondered if he had actually died, and that this was in Fact his own personal purgatory.

But once again he was left to ponder on that thought some other time, as he heard the beginning narration die out and he regained the feeling in his legs and arms again.

As he stood up from the chair he stretched his arms up for a moment feeling a few small pops down his back. Walking out of his office the next part of the narration picked up, though Stanley really paid no mind to it.

After a bit of walking he arrived at the room with two doors as per usual, though something felt a bit... odd. Stanley only realized after a moment that everything was.. silent. The Narrator had yet to chime back in.

After about a minute of Stanley standing idly by, he heard a small click sound.

"My apologies Stanley it.. seems something has.. well.. gone a bit awry But not to worry! I assure you I will git things fixed up and we can git back on with the story! Just stay there for a bit and I should be back shortly."

Now that was new. Stanley was sure he hadn't heard any dialog like this before and it was vary rare for The Narrator to speak out side of his script. Perhaps Stanley had done something in the last run to trigger a new ending?

What ever it was it had definitely peeked Stanley's curiosity. So as he so often did, Stanley ignored The Narrators request and forged onward through the right door. not even noticing how the door didn't swing close this time around.

As Stanley's feet hit the soft blue floor below him, he took a small sigh of relief. Stanley had always been a bit fond of the employee lounge. With the pleasant blue tone being much more preferable then the rest of the offices harch florescents and off White walls.

And now with The Narrator off who knows where, it was just that much more enjoyable. Stanley took a seat on one of the deep blue couches. They still weren't all that comfortable but it was better then his desk chair, at least on the couch he could actually lay down.

Sure he could try snooping around the offices but he wasn't sure what would trigger The Narrator back and at the moment he was quite enjoying the silence he had been granted. So much he thought it might even be possible for him to simply fall asleep.

And so Stanley closed his eyes, lulling his mind to let go of this perilous loop he'd been stuck in and forget, even if just for awhile.