Stanley parable one shots [requests]

Below the skin (Sadistic comfort)

Short summary : Stanley's partner leaves him heartbroken. Seeing this, the Narrator's obsession, depraved and monstrous, only grows as he poses a fake front.

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( I truly like this one. I've had the idea but never a solid plan- until now. It's unique to me in a way, and I'm very excited for you to read it.

Enjoy! )
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"Ah, Stanley what's wrong?"

The man had just unlocked the front door, stepping inside, with tears streaming down reddened cheeks. A bundle of roses were hugged tight to his his chest, dropping their petals one by one as he clutched onto them.
His head was hung down, breath hitching, in the open doorway.

The Narrator walked over to him, reaching a hand over his shoulder and leading him inside.
"Shh. It's okay. It's okay."
After he sat Stanley down, he closed the door, locking it, and ripped some tissue from the rack. He handed it to Stanley, who took and held to his eyes, catching his persisting tears.

"Did something happen, Stanley?"
He sat down next to him.
His gaze fell to the roses the man still held, then lifted slowly to his head.
A sour taste filled his mouth.

Next to him, the man nodded weakly, still sobbing into the tissue. Stanley was sad, the Narrator could see that. And with the bundle of roses and his charming outfit, he could only assume it was about his romantic partner.
His eyes darkened.

Nevertheless, the Narrator sighed and lightened a smile, getting up and retrieving Stanley's roses. Most of the petals had fallen off now. He laughed a mocking breath before throwing them into the trash can.
A rose was nothing but spikes as soon as it lost its facade of beauty.
"Go on, Stanley. You can communicate with me."

Stanley retracted the tissue from his slightly swollen eyes and held his hands up to sign, but then put them back down and shrunk in shame once again.
"No need to hurry." The Narrator said, "We have all the time we need."
As they both sat in silence, the Narrator began to wonder. Had his partner upset him? Had she done something wrong? Perhaps he had been rejected. Or broken up with.
Oh, dear...Has your lover abandoned you, Stanley?

The Narrator ran his hand up and down Stanley's back.
[There was another guy.] 
"Yes?" My poor boy...
[She just- ] He paused, and the Narrator waited. [ dumped me.]
"Lord, why in the world would she dump you?" If you were mine, I would keep you to myself constantly.
Stanley tried to answer that question, stopping for a second time to catch his breath.
[Difficult, she said. Too awkward to stay with. ]

"You never act the part! I can't work out what you're thinking at all- and nothing you do seems to give me a clue whether you even love me, that's why!" Her voice beamed through the hallway while anger flowed from her eyes. "Let's put it this way. If I didn't, you would have done anyway. I was just speeding things up."
His widened eyes drifted toward the bed where some other guy sat, watching, unfazed.
"Just get out. Don't talk to me again, please."

"What a shame," the Narrator patted Stanley's back, "She simply couldn't see you-" In the way I see you. "-as who you truly are, I suppose."
The Narrator sighed, a look of disappointment plastering on his face.
"People like that aren't worth keeping in the first place."
Stanley nodded again, calmer now.
[I thought I knew her. I thought we were close. I thought- I thought we were both in love with eachother.]
'In love'. Those two words made the Narrator sick to the core.
"I understand. Sometimes you don't realise you're being lied to before it's too late." Stanley was too naive and gullible.
I did warn you. You didn't listen. But I'm sure you will now.

[Even so, I just wish- ] His shoulders were starting to shake again. [ I just wish I'd known or just... I could have- I could have done something. ]
"There's no need to shun yourself. There's times you can't sense anything from lies even if it's going on right in front of your eyes." My feelings won't be a lie.
[I wonder if I'm truly too much to deal with, honestly. I can't speak, I can't act properly. I'm incapable of being a normal human being.]
His jaws clenched together.
"Stanley, don't say that. In this case, she was in the wrong. She could have talked to you, communicated with you, worked things out. She was the one with problems and no will to solve them."
[But...]
"It may have been like that for her, It's never been for me. She just never deserved you." I deserve you.

Stanley looked toward him, lips trembling, watery eyes finding a slight sense of comfort.
I would strangle you in my grasp with no way out.

[Thank you. I... don't know what I'd do... without you.]
The Narrator just laughed.
"Of course. I'm always here." You need me.
Stanley's breath was hitching again : hoarse, ugly sounds lurching from his mouth.
"Its alright. Let's cry it off."

The Narrator leaned over Stanley, wrapping him in his arms, being sure not to tighten them too much, and not to scare him. No matter how he wanted much clutch onto him, to control him, to own him.

Stanley cried into the Narrator's shoulder and clenched onto his jumper. The man depended on him without even realising it, and it only gave the Narrator even more power over him.
Now, his love could only go to one person, and there was no longer anything stopping him.
As Stanley wept delicately, in his arms, the Narrator couldn't help but smile sadistically,

just behind his back.

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( The pair we wanted but the relationship we never wished for. I actually thought this would be half as short as it is but fate finds a way, I suppose.

I hope you liked it. )