Sweet Roses' Tinge

Floral Glistening

(AN: This one is significantly shorter then the first, and I apologize, but I do hope you enjoy!!)

The air around the two felt reactive. Even just a single movement felt as if it could shock.

Had Stanley really meant it? Or had the bug just twisted his mind?

Narrator tried to clear his own mind and think about this logically. 'I'm quite in love with you too'.. Those were strong words. Could a virus really produce those emotions? It was impossible. It had to be impossible. Right..?

What are you thinking about, darling?

Narrator was forced back into focus from the loudness of Stanley's thoughts. He once again became aware of the hands lazily tossed over his shoulders. He became aware of the dazed, lovesick look in Stanley's eyes.

The poor employee looked like a mess. His usually nice-kept clothing was crumpled and messy. His face had a bright pink sheen across it, and he seemed to be panting heavily. He must have been hot. Oddly enough though, Narrator found himself incredibly cold despite wearing twice the amount of layers Stanley was.

The sweet roses's scent that once comforted the Narrator now made shivers crawl down his spine. It was all just so unnatural.

The very thought that Stanley wasn't in control, that he was taking advantage of his lover, made Narrator sick to his stomach. He harshly shoved Stanley off him, causing 427 to trip over his own feet and fall down.

A small crack-like shape formed itself inside Stanley's heart eyes.

His chin began to tremble while bruises formed on his body where he fell. He scrambled to try and get back up to his feet, but The Narrator took a step back. Stanley instead settled for a prayer position on his hands and knees.

Narrator! My love, what did I do wrong? Please tell me! Say something! You're all I want. I can't think about anything else. I can't breathe without you. You're my very own blood, my heart can't continue without you! Please please please what did I do wrong? I can fix it! I'll change myself. I'll change every aspect of myself, I'll completly change for you. Anything for you-

The Narrator couldn't bare to watch Stanley's desperate signing anymore. He turned his cheek away, now unable to see the tears making their way down Stanley's face.

How could he have upset narrator?

He was nothing but a pest. A bug. Meant to be squashed. He had gotten the honor of Narrator's love, how dare he waste that? How dare he hurt Narrator? Stanley had no clue where the feelings came from, but suddenly he felt he would die just to please the Narrator.

Hearing his thoughts, the Narrator gripped tightly onto the bars of the catwalk, struggling to keep in the rising bile in his throat. This was not what Narrator had in mind. He wanted more then anything to make Stanley listen to him. In a messed up way, he got his wish, but he would rather watch Stanley do the countdown ending a million more times then listen to this.

He grabbed Stanley's hand, making the employee gasp with excitement, till he was tugged up roughly and dragged behind Narrator.

Narrator, where are we going-!

"PLEASE STOP. We're going to Curator. To get you fixed. You'll be back to normal."

Stanley felt shivers down his own spine now. No. They couldn't do that. This- this virus was making him happier then he had been in decades. The weight that normally sat itself upon his shoulders was gone. The twinkle in his eye was back. How could Narrator be so selfish as to take that away from him??