Stanley parable one shots [requests]

Grasp for control. P2 (angst?/insanity?)

Warning : This chapter contains mentions of the Zending and therefore suicide and slight graphic imagery.

If you are uncomfortable with those things, I advise moving to another chapter. Take care of yourself.

(This was meant to all be in the first part as a single chapter but it would've been so long and I didn't know how many people would make it through without going insane. You still have to make it through this but the request page is on the next one, I swear.)

Short summary : Stanley waited until the moment to strike (while the Narrator had found somewhere he had longed for) and used it to break him. Unfortunately, he never thought about the aftermath of defying someone who had complete control of the Parable.

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And sure enough, one day came, where Stanley disobeyed everything the Narrator said until the red and blue doors. He had innocently followed the game for multiple tens of rounds, searching for a way to take revenge and finally here it was.

"Oh, it's beautiful isn't it, Stanley! If we say here, right in this moment, with this place, Stanley, I think I feel... happy. I actually feel happy!"

The Narrator laughed in delight while Stanley stared on- unimpressed. He had no interest in sharing the Narrator's joy at all. Not after knowing everything he had been doing was to fuel the voice's entertainment.
Not after knowing he had been played with, lied to, treated like an ignorant child and taken advantage of. He had started hearing every deception that fell from the Narrator's mouth, seeing behind that layer of delusion.

As he looked around, a doorframe had come into view, with a hallway leading from it. Going in, the Narrator spoke up,

"No, wait.. where are you going..?"

Those words were raw. Overflowing with true emotion and sitting in plain truth. That- was real concern. He panned his eyes up the tower of stairs leading to a platform at the top.

"Stanley, stay away from those stairs! If you die, the game will reset! We'll loose all of this! Stanley!"

It's always been about the game. Even if Stanley had morals, he wouldn't have listened. The Narrator had never cared about him so why should he? A light smile formed on his lips.

"Please! No! Stanley, let me stay here! Don't take this away from me... Stanley, don't do this!"

It was too late, he raced up the stairs to the top, and plunged down without a second thought.

Before he knew it he was kneeling on the concrete, legs failing and bones cracked beneath him, arms aching terribly. Yet his heart pounded adrenaline through him, enough to keep him going, enough to look over the pain and the struggle. He was going to shatter the Narrator and his story completely. He was going to do anything to prove he wasn't helpless.

The adrenaline lead him scrambling as fast as he could back up the stairs, breath shaking and muscles clenched, all while the Narrator desperately begged him to stop.
It filled him with a psychotic thrill. He had crossed the line of sanity and morality ages ago. There was no need to turn back.

"Stanley! What are you doing..? Please, go back, even for a second, please! You don't have to do this.. Stanley.... let's go back to the other room.....Can you do that for me..? "

This was sick, he knew that. He could barely feel his head from the thumping of his heartbeat, proving him still vividly alive. His clothes were bloodied, yet all he could feel was the enveloping pain and need for revenge. This was the single moment he had been waiting for. He clambered back up, hearing the shattered bones in his leg crackle into his muscle and feeling the blood dripping cold from every scrape on his skin.

He was physically ruined and ruptured yet the feeling of control and vengeance intoxicated him. It hooked onto his brain and jump started his severed limbs into getting up the stairs in any way possible. He trembled with throbbing pain and overwhelming delight.
It was his turn.

"My god.. is this really how much you dislike this place..? That you'll throw yourself from the platform over and over to be rid of it..? You are really willing to kill yourself to keep me from being happy... Am I reading the situation correctly..?"

The sound of real fear and dejection was like candy to Stanley's ears. He hoped the Narrator would feel as shattered as he did, as furious as he did.

"I thought we could get along.... Maybe that was too much to ask. So be it, Stanley. You wanted to make a choice after all. This one's yours..." A sigh could be heard on the mic.

Stanley turned around at the top of the stairs, stared at the ceiling- towards where he thought the Narrator was facing- and smirked.
That would for sure provoke him. Now the Narrator knew he did this for control, and he could no nothing to stop him.

He enjoyed these last few moments before falling back and crumbling to the ground, feeling the liquid flow out of his head and where his bones tore through skin.
Oh how proud he felt.. He could do this over and over until the Narrator was crushed under his own devastation.

Or that's what he would've thought.
Waking up in his office, he took a second to recover from the overwhelm of emotions he had previously felt. Faintly, he could hear a heavy breath exhaled from the mic, clearly smothered in frustration.
Oh boy.

As he walked to the door of his office, it slammed shut on him, almost catching his feet and knocking him over. He was now locked shut inside his own office.

"I know what you did, Stanley. I know you too well to figure you would pull something like that in order to get back at me.
In the end, you're still a sucker for control, aren't you?
Of course you are. All humans are. Your species are nothing but pathetic attempts to prove yourself useful.

You're pitiful, Stanley.
Watching your feeble attempts at reclaiming authority is absolutely miserable.
You do know your situation, don't you, Stanley?
Surely, you don't need me to spell it out for you.

You're in my game, Stanley. You abide by my rules and exist under my control. You're nothing more than a pawn in my world, Stanley, don't act as if you're anything more. "

This was it, he had pushed the Narrator as far as he could, flicked off something in him that there was no returning from.
Was it worth the split second of power he gained?

"You seem to think you have the freedom to mess with me and my game as you wish. You need someone to put you in your place, Stanley. You need to learn that you will never be anything more than what I say you are. There's no reward for your existence, Stanley. You need someone to open your eyes to it.

If you want to break my game, you're going to have to face the consequences."

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(I'm not sure how well I did on my Narrator dialogue but I'm fairly proud of it.
The ending isn't the best (if it even is an ending) but the chapter was pretty fun to write lol.

Please do mention any mistakes in the writing or tips. I do run through the chapters sometimes but there are some mistakes that slip past)