Stanley parable one shots [requests]

A New Beginning (hurt/comfort)

Short summary : Stanley hates the fact he's trapped in a game and thinks that dying will get him out. The Narrator begs him to stay.

(Zending warning)

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(Honestly, writing this made me shed a few tears. I got lost in some places and am not sure if I got the whole feeling across but it's a mouthful that's for sure.
This is basically just me ranting on and on about that the Narrator wants.

Enjoy.)

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"STANLEY!! NO!"
The Narrator's voice broke through the screaming and shouting.

Life flowed out of Stanley's limp body, draining relentlessly- and the Narrator could do nothing about it. He watched in horror as blood drained onto the clean concrete, desperately observing every injury.

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His limbs were completely severed to the bone now, flesh ground to bits on the hard ground.
A few of his ribs stuck out of his chest, piercing the skin, messily fractured. Yet in the midst of those ribs, the quick pulsing of his heart could be seen, barely alive, no chance of saving.

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He was too far gone.

Minutes passed, still no sign of respawning. Was Stanley still alive in there? Was he still suffering that pain, trapped inside a lifeless body?
The Narrator checked over the code. The code that was meant to make sure Stanley never died- never officially died- so that he would never loose him. No matter the circumstances, he could piece the man back to life again. He should have been able to piece him together again.

There was no way for the Narrator to know what Stanley was going through. There was nothing besides the blood still flowing out telling him that maybe he could still be nursed back to life. Yet, he knew he couldn't. All he could do was rely on the code.
He felt his own heart pulsing nonstop, hard, against his chest, as if it were going to explode. His breaths stopped altogether as he stared intensely into the corpse.

Surely it would happen soon? Any second now...
He would respawn...

IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING NEVE

His view switched automatically back to Stanley's office- with Stanley in it.
It had worked.
The Narrator exhaled a held in breath, careful not to catch it on the mic- careful not to let Stanley hear his genuine worry.

"Welcome back, Stanley! Almost thought I lost you there for a moment."

The man slammed a fist down onto the table, bending over it and shaking violently from the pain. Of course, the effects of the fall were obviously still disturbing him.
But there was something else besides that.

Anger.

He was furious. The fall was meant to kill him, he was meant to die, he was meant to be freed. Yet here he was again, trapped in this eternal hellhole, living a worthless life.

"Stanley, look. I really don't want to hurt you, trust me. But I want you to see that, Stanley.
I don't mean to harm you, can't you see?"

Stanley slumped back into his chair, head hanging low.
How was he meant to believe that? The Narrator had done nothing but harm him, keeping him stuck here.
He sounded as unaffected as always, he was taking Stanley for a fool, Stanley was sure of it.
It was bullshit.

The Narrator took a breath before he said his line "All his coworkers were gone" etc. Stanley couldn't care less for it now. All he wanted- all he needed- was to die again, to have another chance, no matter how small, to escape.