Stanley parable one shots [requests]

Stanley's journey in the real world (stress?/ angst?)

Short summary : Stanley found himself outside in the real world after the Narrator had let him go.
However, Stanley didn't know anything about the new place and struggled with everything he tried to do.

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(I don't actually know the logistics of this. But I will simply say that the parable was some sort of different world and that Stanley was in. And he just left it.
No one question that, alright?

This is a sort of second part of the previous chapter ..? But it doesn't link fully and is just an idea on what would happen if Stanley got let out.

Enjoy.)

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Stanley had been free from the Narrator's grasp for about a day now.
He'd been alone for the first time in forever for a whole day.

Of course, he knew the basics, he knew how to be a normal human being, what to do and what not to do, how to get people's attention.
The Narrator had run him through this way before he let him go.
But what he didn't know, was how hard it would actually be to become accustomed to a whole new place.

Why did people ignore him when he tried to ask them things? There were so many people around- way too many for Stanley to handle. They all seemed to hustle here and there, they all seemed to have a purpose- somewhere they needed to go.
And Stanley didn't. He had no idea what he was meant to do, no idea where he was meant to go, now that he'd left the place he had belonged all his life.

There were so many people but even when Stanley approached them, barely anyone paid attention- let alone understood what he was trying to sign out.
No one had managed to even talk to him which made him wonder if they were even people at all. They all seemed like robots. They were so used to where they were. So causal.

He found himself in a few stores at the side of the streets, knowing he couldn't buy anything yet fiddling with them and getting told off. It was so embarrassing, so frustrating. He felt as if he couldn't do anything.
He couldn't talk- he couldn't communicate at all- he didn't know how to. He was walking amongst people he didn't even understand.

Soon, the blue skies he was used to sullied over with darker clouds. It was the first time he had seen it this way. It looked like a cover had just been placed over the entire world- which slightly scared Stanley. It felt a bit more claustrophobic than usual, as if the sky would fall onto him at any second.

He spent the day wandering on the streets, passing by person and person that wouldn't talk to him - that seemed unable to understand him. He wondered if he could even communicate with any of them. He passed by many different alleyways with a suffocating feeling that people were watching him everywhere he went, judging him, talking bad about him, wondering why he was so weird.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave the parable. Maybe his curiosity had tricked him yet again, made him go down a darker path.

He felt a cold substance drip onto his shoulder, shocking his skin and soaking his shirt.
And that was it. It was too much for him.
His breath became ragged and then sharp and he began shedding small tears that he couldn't even control.
He couldn't control anything. He had lost everything.

The rain showered onto the railings above him, making slight pitter-patter noises onto the platform and after a few minutes, he found himself crouched beside a brick wall, realising his hands had been over his eyes for who knew how long.
Taking them off, he let the light attack his eyes as he slowly adjusted to where he was again, drowning in the situation he realised he was still in.

Night was coming soon- he knew that. It would be another 9 hours until he saw sunlight again. And he had nowhere to go throughout all of it, nothing to do.
He could do nothing but lay on whatever ground wasn't wet and wait for the exhaustion to take over him.

In the parable, he wouldn't have to sleep, he wouldn't have to worry about time passing, he wouldn't have to know where to go. And here, everything was all of a sudden moving constantly and going everywhere. Even the sky didn't have time to waste.
Everything was moving too fast for Stanley and he had no way of catching on.

The Narrator said he would meet Stanley on the other side so where was he now?
Stanley could only hope to see him soon.

He was greeted by overwhelming hunger and a sandpaper throat as he woke. Although it may have been obvious, it took Stanley a couple minutes to fully wake and realise that maybe his symptoms were a consequence of  nothing entering his system in more than a whole day.

He needed something. He needed food and he needed water. Yet he felt hopeless in where he was going to obtain those things.
In the parable, he wouldn't have to worry about what to drink, what to eat and how to get it.

If the Narrator were here, he'd give Stanley them, right? He would have provided him with anything he needed.
The Narrator could control the situation, always.
Nothing would have spiralled out like this.

If he were with the Narrator...

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(There is going to be a longer sequel to this which will probably be fluff and hopefully a bit more interesting.
Stay tuned for that. )