Stanarrator Oneshots

Imma Kill U

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[TW: LOTS OF BLOOD, GLASS, FIGHTING, SWEARING, THREATS, BASE BALL BAT, this has barely any plot-]

Nobodys Pov;
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Stanley was standing in the room after his office, refusing to do anything other than stand there all while the Narrator was screaming at Stanley, throwing threats at him left and right, he just wanted Stanley to listen for once in his damn life.

'Ugh! Fuck- fuck you. If your such hot shit! why don't you come down and give me a piece of your mind, huh?' Stanley thought with a pissed off smirk, he was clearly agitated and wanted a fight. "Guess what?" The Narrator asked sarcastically as he appeared in-front if Stanley, cracking his knuckles. 'Fuck- Fuck you.' Stanley replied as he flipped off the Narrator

Stanley looked at the Narrator in the eyes and grinned widely as he braced himself to fight. The Narrator just stood their and imagined all the different ways to hurt Stanley, all the ways to break his bones, all the ways to make him bleed.

"Ima fucking kill you." The Narrator said sternly as Stanley began kicking his kneecaps, causing him to fall over, but not for long as the Narrator springs back up and darts towards Stanley, sweeping his feet making him fall flat on his back.

The Narrator kicks him in the stomach and looks down at him as he doubled over.

Stanley pulls a pair of safety scissors right outta his ass and stabs his ankles, grinning as he jabs his calves and ankles over and over before he collapsed beside him. Stanley took this chance to get up, gripping the scissors in one hand as he holds it against his neck. 'Ooh~ Guess what? Im hurtin' you!' Stanley mused as blood pooled onto the floor.

"Ima. fucking. kill. you." The Narrator spat as he gripped his wrist, pulling the scissors away from his own neck, his hair getting slightly damp and out of place.

The Narrator pulled Stanley down by his arm, grabbing his scissors and throwing them away from Stanley and at the wall. "I-ITS ABOUT TIME I FUCK YOU UP!" The Narrator yelled as he made direct eye contact with Stanley, not even looking at the scissors when they struck perfectly into the wall, sticking there.
The Narrator was injured in his legs blood spilling out yet he stood over Stanley.

The Narrator opened his hand and held it into the air before a bat materialized into it

It was a metal bat.

The Narrator smacked Stanleys face with a loud *SMACK*, it definitely broke his nose.

The Narrator grabbed the closest glass object, like a glass bottle, and smacked his face, causing the glass to shatter as Stanley swallows some, making him let out painful screams as he coughs up glass and blood.

"Ooh- Im hurtin' you!." The Narrator mocked as he head the bat up high with both hands before slamming his bat into Stanleys head, causing him to scream in pain as his eyes became glossy with tears. Blood began to pour out of his head, Stanleys and the Narrators blood mixing in the office carpet.

The Narrator leaned into Stanleys ear before whispering into it with a harsh tone, "Ima-fuckin-kill-you!" He laughed manically as he bashed the bat into his sides, causing the other man to wince.

The Narrator put his bat to the side, still in reach for if he needs it later.

He bent down and hovered over Stanley. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" He asked with a pained and forced smile as he looked at the bruised as bloody protagonist. Stanley just spat blood at the Narrators shoes before looking up at him again.

"Im going to beat your ass." The Narrator asked with a strange laugh as he used the bat to keep Stanley looking at him as he furrowed his eyebrows."Beat that BITCHASS!!" The Narrator screamed as he gripped Stanleys throat, forcing him to look at him.

"Im going to K-I-C-K-Y-O-A-S-S!" The Narrator said with a crazed look in his eyes and he picked up his bat with one hand as the other hand squeezed his throat. 'Oh yeah?' Stanley taunted, as if the Narrator hasn't been choking and beating him the whole time.

Stanley gripped the bat and tried to yank it from him, failing miserably as the Narrator stomps his face down to the ground, cracking on impact as it hits the thin carpet and concrete underneath. Some of Stanleys teeth come out, he spits and some more came out, blood splattering as the teeth hit the thin carpet.

"Guess what?~" The Narrator cooed as he kicked Stanleys jaw as hard as he could.

About three teeth came out and Stanley swallowed around two more, his raw throat being exposed to more sharp objects as Stanley winces in pain, holding in a bloody cough.

"Hahahaha HA! Hahahahahaa!" the Narrator began laughing like a psychopath, he didn't sound the slightest but disturbed or troubled.

Stanley just laid there, blood coming out from all over his body, his eyes even closing and re opening un-evenly as his breath slowed down. Stanley looked at the Narrators eyes, only too see a psychopath staring back as he laughed a dry, yet enthusiastic laugh.

Everything began to get dark, Stanley lifted his uncontrollably shaking hand in front of his face, just to have some of his and Narrators mixed blood and sweat drip onto his face.
He put his hand back down and sighed, his chest and lungs tightening as the Narrator pressed his shoe down the middle of his chest harshly, causing Stanley to cough out alarming amounts of blood.

"Aren't you going to get up? I thought we were having OH-SO-MUCH fun!" The Narrator mused as he leaned down in front of Stanleys face as he stopped laughing, a sickening grin plastered to his features.

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...Everything began to spin around Stanley, he was going in and out if a coma like state as he struggled to keep focus on the Narrator. 'This.. Is why nobody wants to be in your game..' Stanley thought as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the other mans piercing stare.

Before the Narrator could further beat the last of the life out of Stanley, He passed out just like that.

All of his features were pale and covered in both of their blood. The man looked completely drained and wrecked.

The Narrator stood up straight and looked down at the lifeless body before him, before kicking him in the ribs to make sure he was actually out. When Stanley didn't wake up, the Narrator sighed and evaporated, appearing in his office and fixing his messy hair before whipping Stanleys mind..

..And reseting the game for the hundredth time.

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[SHITTTT I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO POST IN FOREVER DUE TO REASONS- Im not sure if ill post much after this, sorry! 😅]

[A/N, ALSOOOOOO this is kinda shit, and also no real plot or well.. sense- so sorry bout' that ig]