"ASK ME ANY OTHER QUESTIONS IN THE EMAIL OKAY BYE!!!", he yelled quickly, thrusting his hand forwards, pushing the new recruit out the double doors with a blast of energy. And then he collapsed onto the couch.
Although it may have seemed like it, The Narrator (or at least this version of him) was not a perfect specimen, let alone a god of infinite power. In fact, he was currently lying on his couch, completely limp, in a hoodie and some pajama bottoms, the easiest clothes to manifest. He groaned. He knew there was a price to this power, he just wished that he could manage it better.
If Theodore was put under enough stress or tension, he would lose complete control. He would gain an ungodly amount of power, but the knockback from the power could kill him, or maybe something worse. The powers he had right now were draining him of enough life force already, hence his spectacular underweightness. Admittedly, he did use his powers a bit much. He rarely operated without them, so much so that it was rare to see him walking around instead of just floating. The power was an addicting thing, and ever since he got it, he couldn't stop himself from using it.
He took off his glasses and examined himself in the blurry reflection. Oh, Theodore, he thought. 5.4 gpa, intelligence quotient of 173, and invited to MENSA at the age of five, better than perfect all across the board, and here you are. Sitting on the couch in your pajamas, because if you do any physical or magical activity, you will die. Or maybe something worse will happen! What will your brothers think of you?
He laughed to himself for a moment.
And then he passed out.
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Theocorp - A Stanley Parable AU
Science FictionWhen 45-year-old Theodore Narrator gets fired from his job as Employee 528 at a large company, he is at a loss for words. His life is already going down the gutter, and this feels like it will be the straw to break the camel's back. But one fateful...
