Stanley parable one shots [requests]

C'est la Chanson sur La Mémory Zone (Fluff)

Short summary : Stanley and Narrator wander into the memory zone again to look back on where they came from. The Narrator praises Stanley.

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(Gonna be honest, I had no idea where I was going with this. All I had was the French song in the memory zone and the translation of it. It made me go all sorts of places until I just decided to go for it. This is that 'going for it' thing.

Enjoy.)

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"You know, Stanley, it's been quite the while since we've visited the memory zone, hasn't it?"

Stanley turned. He'd been there once maybe.. a few months ago? He couldn't count the time. Maybe it had been more, maybe less.
It didn't end well : trapped inside the darkness of a room that seemed to keep getting smaller, sat next to a glowing yellow button that mocked it's positive light.

He felt himself living through the narrator's death and then getting constantly weighed down by the presence of his dead husk, dragging it with him through that never ending desert until-

"Ah yes, that button.
I'd never let myself be thrown down that trap again, Stanley, of course I won't.
That was nothing more than a thought that I acted on way quicker than I should have. I know it must've been miserable for the both of us but I can promise that nothing can possibly go wrong this time around."

The Narrator never remembered that since the day. Afterall, he had been brought directly back from the dead. Stanley had suspicions that it had been the timekeeper's doing but even after asking the best he could, he never got a response.

"This time, we'll go to the memory zone and only the memory zone.
How does that sound, Stanley?"

Stanley was scared, of course he was, but after a couple minutes of walking through hallways and attempting to consider options - although his head remained thoughtless - he decided he would go along with it. What did he have to loose? Besides his conscience, the Narrator and maybe the parable itself.

He nodded, holding a weak thumbs up and giving a small smile.

"Great! Then that's decided! Bear with me for a second, Stanley..."

He trusted that the Narrator would take care of things - that the Narrator would make sure that everything would go okay. It was all he could go off of. If anything went wrong, he'd be unable to do anything to stop it. The Narrator spoke for him - acted for him - did things for him. And it was all he had.

He woke to find himself back in the calm breeze and ambience outside the memory zone, breathing in the fresh air. The flowers and leaves swayed gracefully with the wind, below a beautiful greenish-blue sky, thick, white clouds drifting past.
It felt so pacifying, so freeing, yet Stanley couldn't help but feel a sort of uneasy dread creeping up on him.

"Ah, isn't this nice? I do remember being so excited to show you this, Stanley! It was magical, it was breathtaking, and it was nothing but ours to share. Here we are again! Experiencing these memories for the second time of our lives!

Well, what are you waiting for, Stanley? Go on, head inside."

The door opened invitingly above the fancy 'The Memory Zone' lettering, and Stanley didn't resist it. It had been a while since he had seem this as well and the memories were cloudy in his head.
It wouldn't hurt, right?

"See, Stanley? Isn't this just the most wonderful place? Right, of course! The launch of the Stanley parable back in October of 2013. Oh, it was so nice back then..."