Roses-||Stannarator||

Part Three-Flowers

The younger man had been in the mind control facility for an awful long time. The Narrator couldn't tell if it had been hours or maybe even a day. Somehow his joy kept on until he finally crashed and laid down on the floor. He looked up at the ceiling and started to talk to The Narrator.

"Will I ever get to meet you?" Stanley questioned while being all sprawled out on the metal ground.

This question took The Narrator by surprise. He didn't know the answer to it either. Surely if he was well he'd love to meet Stanley in person, but he couldn't let him see himself like this. All sickly from his love for the man.
If he did go there would be a chance that it would be an overload for him. What if he died in front of Stanley!? That couldn't happen.

He coughed slightly and could feel more petals coming on their way. His coughing continued until he was gasping for air and clung to his desk desperately. Finally along with all the petals one big white rose came out.

It was absolutely gorgeous. The rose was larger than anyone that he had seen. He looked closer at the beautiful flower to see that his blood had stained parts of it with a deep red. Other parts of it were covered with a muddy green, a vomit color.

How was he on the eighth stage already? It had only been about a week or two since he coughed up his first petal. He knew that his time was running shorter and shorter.

The Narrator would have to find a way to tell Stanley. He'd have to find a way quickly. Before he didn't have any time left. He wished that he could tell the man that he loved him but it was almost impossible that he'd feel the same way.

Stanley was staring at the ceiling, waiting for a response from his narrator. "Could I?" He asked again. He'd been longing to meet the man ever since the first reset.

The younger man was constantly thinking about things they could do together. They could go to the lounge and talk! Or they could mess up all the papers on his coworker's desks. Maybe he would be able to sneak a hug in.

That's another thing Stanley always wanted to know. What it would feel like to hold another human in his arms, assuming The Narrator is human as well. He wanted to feel someone else's warmth. It would make him feel alive. More alive than he had ever felt before.

He wraps his arms around himself and kept waiting for The Narrator's response. "Maybe.. I don't know though, Stanley. It's nice like this, isn't it? Personally I think that we should keep it how it is. Too much change isn't good for a person, you know?"

Stanley opened his mouth to protest against him, but quickly shut his mouth. He started to feel tears starting to swell up in his eyes. The man quickly blinked them away and stood up again, continuing on with the story.

The Narrator started his usual monologue from that point and let out a relieved sigh. The other man had started to quickly move through the rest of the tasks for the ending. It was almost like he was rushing it, trying to get it over as fast as he could.

It was the fastest time that he had done it for sure. At the end he rushed outside as fast as he could. He jumped over the wall before it could reach the bottom.

The typical monologue from The Narrator started up again before the loading screen came back. The end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end. Those words repeated over and over again. Stanley had memorized them at this point. Was there really no end to this? Was he truly stuck here forever? He shook the thoughts off and looked into the camera.

"I believed that I was promised a prize. A prize with a bow on top that was made especially for me" The Narrator started scrambling around his desk to find something that he could give him.

"Oh yes! I had completely forgotten about that, Stanley. Thank you ever so much for the reminder" What could he possibly give stanley? That's when he saw the beautiful flower on his desk. Perfect!

He washed the flower off and put it in an old vase he had found across the desk. Then he added some water to it. Finally he put the bow on and it was all ready for his beloved stanley.

Soon after Stanley received the flower on his desk and smiled softly at it. "Wow Narrator are you trying to flirt with me? That's a bit of a bold move for you" The Narrator quickly got flushed by his words.

"No, no! I meant it in a friendly way! I thought that you would enjoy some new scenery to your boring office and a flower would do just the trick." The Narrator had hoped that he would believe him. He didn't even think about it being a romantic gift! This really showed how clueless to love he was.

Stanley chuckled and rolled his eyes up at the camera. "I must say this flower is beautiful" He smelled the flower and smiled even wider. "And it smells incredible too, this is an amazing gift. Thank you so much! I'm going to make sure that it never dies!"

The Narrator coughed up a petal. It wasn't too bad or didn't hurt too much but he couldn't help it with how happy Stanley looked. He was adorable, especially when he was smiling and laughing.

"I'm going to keep this for our friendship. As long as that never dies I'm sure this flower won't. I mean I don't think either of us could ever die!" The Narrator's heart sank. He wasn't going to live forever, he knew that. Stanley didn't though, and he wouldn't until The Narrator's dying breath.