►The Stanley Parable Oneshots

💛| Computer issues

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"Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and- Wait, Stanley, shouldn't there have been a little flashing green square?"

Stanley was confusedly staring at the computer's screen, even before Narrator noticed it. He nodded, in response to the storyteller's question.

"That's a problem. I'll just come down really quickly."

..Come down? Oh, yeah. The memory is blurred from all the resets, but Stanley was pretty sure he himself has shown up a couple of times, with an actual physical form. Who knew?

Employee #427, though, found this really unnecesary. It's barely relevant to the story. It wouldn't matter if a single little green box didn't appear on the monitor. Plus, it could probably fixed in a single restart. Stanley took a sticky note and quickly wrote down something on it. As the Narrator's footsteps came closer, Stanley wrote faster. Then, Narrator came in.

"Alright, I'm here. Stanley, what are you hunched over fo--" Stanley ran up to Narrator and stuck the sticky note on his nose. "Oh- uh, Stanley, what'd you write... Let's see.." Narrator fixed his glasses and begun reading. "Can't you just restart instead of trying to fix it?- Oh, Stanley, you're right. How clumsy of me. Restart it is then!!"

Stanley barely had the time to process what his narrator said and...

[...END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING NEV...]

Stanley was standing upright now, facing the door. He turns to the computer and it's not any better than it was before. Actually, it's a little worse. Instead of only the little green line next to the flashing square, the monitor was completely black.

"Yep, it's worse. Great work, Stanley!" Narrator mumbled. Stanley crossed his arms and pouted. "You know what? You fix it, since you know so much about computers."

Stanley rolled his eyes, but got to work.

[×××]

Stanley was hunched over, still trying to type things into the computer, trying to get it to work.

The Narrator peeked through the door, looking at the employee type away. "Hey..." Stanley's head turned to the Narrator, almost snapping. His face seemed to express no emotion, but it was clear he was frustrated. "You've been at it for 2 hours. Are you okay?"

Stanley nodded, getting back to the computer.

"I'll.. uh, just call Curator, alright?"

Stanley slowly turned his head to look at Narrator again. Like a solid 5 second turn. Narrator just slowly shut the door.

[×××]

The next time Narrator peeked through the door, Stanley was laid down on the floor, starfish position. The door creaked, causing Stanley to jump.

"So, Stanley, I've let you stay in there another hour. Any progress?"

427 stared at the computer and Narrator promptly glanced as well. The monitor was anything but fixed. Stanley kind of punched it, creating a big crack. "Oh, uh, I see you didn't do exactly the best job..." Stanley looked away and scratched the back of his neck. "Shame on you for punching a monitor screen! Are you alright? Is your hand doing well?" Stanley only nodded.

The Narrator facepalmed. "Will you let me call Curator now?" Stanley nodded, covering his head with his palm.

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