When It Rains, It Pours...

Stubborn is as Stubborn Dose

When Stanley awoke he was caught slightly of gard by the fact that he was starring up at the ceiling. Being so use to waking up in front of a computer after resets, he had forgotten for a moment that he had gone to sleep.

He sat up swerving he feet of the couch. His back was definitely upset about how long it had laid on the uncomfortable surface. Actually how long had he been asleep for? It wasn't like the clocks in the office actually told time properly.

Stanley got up fixing a bit of his scruffy bed-er couch? Hair and headed out of the lounge. He decided to swerve back into the 'story' and walked to the meeting room, Hoping this would perhaps invite the narrator back. The silence was starting to veer from pleasant to Erie.

But still as Stanley entered the meeting room there was no Narrator. Even weirder was that the presentation, that was normally being protected next to the white bored, was turned off. Now things where getting suspicious.

Stanley tried to think back to his last run. Had he really done something so different to cause a new ending? But as he questioned, his brain seamed to come up empty handed. He couldn't quite seem to place a finger on what he'd done last run. He could remember bits of it, a hallway here, a doorway there but no actual details of what route he had decided to take.

A bad feeling started to curled in the pit of Stanley's stumic. He picked up his pace heading out of the meeting room. Eventually ending up at the stairs and starting the ascend upwards. But as he reached the bosses door at the top, a familiar click rang through is ears.

"Stanley!? Stanley! Oh goodness gracious, I thought I told you to say put, do you know how worried I was when I came back to a baren room?"

Stanley looked up towards the ceiling, as he often did when he actually cared to listen to the Narrators babbles, though there wasn't really anything for him to look at. There were no speakers nor cameras nothing to indicate the Narrator was anything outside a voice in Stanley head. But Stanley had long sense figured the Narrator was more than that.

Stanley signed 'worried' up at the Narrator with a questioning look on his face.

The Narrator took a moment before replying back "of course I was worri- look we've gotten really of track and as glade as I am that you are actually following the story, I think we need to go back and restart"

Stanley sighed crossing his arms slightly over his chest. Another reset he thought, closing his eyes he waited for the next run to start up.

"Um.. Stanley, you don't suppose we could just walk back to your office? I'll make sure all the doors are unlocked" the Narrator said with a bit of hesitation in his tone

Okay something was definitely up. Stanley's eyes shot open and he he threw he hands up to sign "why don't you just restart everything?"

"No reason I.. I just thought it would be nice for a.. change" it was an obvious lie

"Ohh so when you do something different it's a nice change, but when I do it I'm ruining the story" Stanley signed with the bit of of a snarky attitude

"Oh-! Stanley please! Can't you just listen to me this once, I really have no time for your stubbornness right now" the Narrator's voice now had a fair layer of frustration mixed in

Stanley's brows furrowed as the Narrator finished. It wasn't the first time the narrator had gotten angry with Stanley's choices, far from it, but he was already intrigued by how this run was going that the Narrator berating him was simply another drop in the bucket.

So Stanley push the bosses door open, accompany by the flabbergasted sound of the narrator, a smirk wide on his face.