The Stanley Parable Oneshots

○◇ - Stabley

TW: BLOOD/GORE/DEATH

Ivolving:
•Stab-ley
•name taken seriously
•breaking 4th wall at start
•tsp characters humanized & friends
•Stabley uses sign language
•angst near end
•938 words

A/N: I dont know if someone ever wrote something like this. If so, please dont come at me!

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As the Author entered the title, they realized that they had spelt "Stanley" wrong. Instead they wrote "Stabley".
That surely wont affect the story, right?..

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Stabley looked down at himself, he had changed. He wasnt holding a bucket anymore. Instead he was holding a knife. A knife that was sending the urge to kill everything and everyone through him.

What had happened?
It didnt matter.
All that Stabley desired, was to kill.

He burst out of his office, and ran towards his group of "friends".
The Narrator, the Curator, Timekeeper and Mariella were in the next room, trying to clean up the mess of papers that spawns every now and then if you reset.

Stabley then raised his knife, and charged towards a girl. It was Mariella.
She looked up in confusion, wondering what had gotten into Stabley. And then she saw the knife.
She stumbled back, her eyes widened in fear as she saw Stabley getting closer and closer to her.

And then it happened.
Stabley stabbed the knife into Mariellas back. He knew it was probably one of the most bone-less parts of the human body. Blood gushed out of Mariellas back as she screamed a heartfelt cry.

Stabley smirked mischeviously as he saw his friend collapse onto the ground.

Mariella had died, and it was all Stableys doing.

All of Stableys remaining friends turned around, just to see Mariella dead on the floor, while Stabley was holding the knife.

"STABLEY, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK, WAS THAT?!", shouted Timekeeper across the room. The Narrator and Curator seemed to be too stunned to speak. Their jaw dropped as they saw Stabley in blood stained clothes and Marrielas dead body next to him.

Curator shrieked as she saw Stabley charging towards her with a devious smirk and his knife raised. "NARRATOR RESET!" she shouted desparetly. Stabley was getting closer and closer by every passing second.
"I CAN'T- I DONT KNOW WHY-" the Narrator shouted back.

Stabley had reached the Curator now.

But in the last second, before Stabley could sink his knife into her body, the Timekeeper jumped in front of the Curator, sacrificing themselves.

Stableys knife smoothly went into the Timekeepers body.
Their dead body collapsed soon after.

The Timekeeper had died.

The Curator was frozen in fear while the Narrator scurried back, and hid behind a table. What a pussy.

Stabley pulled the knife back out of the Timekeepers body, then slowly raised it at the Curator, his smirk never leaving his face.

The Curator closed her eyes, she decided to just let it happen. What use had fighting back anyways? The game would probably just reset after this anyways.

And so, Stabley sank his knife into the Curator as well. She let out a fainth groan and then fell to the ground, the life leaving her body.

The Curator had died.

Only one more left..
the Narrator.

Stabley looked like a real mess by now. His clothes were fully blood-stained and wore the smile of a madman.

The Narrator was still hiding behind a table. He was questioning and regretting everything. He grabbed his hair, accidentally ripping some out. He felt helpless, he was about to be killed by his own protagonist, his own creation, his friend.. or maybe even his partner.

Suddenly the Narrator felt a hand tightly grabbing his shoulder. He flinched and quickly stood up, his heart rate increasing.

And then he saw Stabley smirking at him.

So it was really about to happen. Stabley was actually going to murder the Narrator.

The Narrator was too scared to even make a noise. He was breathing heavily and quickly. Even his life startet flashing before his eyes.

'I wanted to save the best for last.
I think Im going to enjoy this.'
Stanley signed while holding the handle of the knife between his teeth.

The Narrator seemed almost flustered by this. Stabley called him 'the best'! That was something good, wasnt it?
But then he snapped back into reality and realized that Stabley was about to kill him.

"St-Stabley... you dont have to do this!.." the Narrator was desparate to stay alive. But maybe hid death wasnt a big loss. He had spent his life tormenting Stabley after all.

'After you did all of this to me, I think I do. You trapped me in a never ending loop, you killed me countless times, you taunted me, you offended me, you made my whole life miserable!'
Stabley now approached the Narrator, almost pinning him against the wall.

The murderer then grabbed the knife out of his own mouth, holding it in front of the Narrators eyes.

Stabley now started to slowly cut through the Narrators skin. He wanted to make this as slow and painful as possible. And all the Narrator could do was watch. Blood was slowly sulking through the cuts, and the pain got almost unbearable. Yet the Narrator stayed silent.

After a while Stabley had enough and raised his knife and brought it down.
The Narrator groaned in pain as he slowly bled out.

And lastly even he collapsed dead onto the floor.

The Narrator was dead and Stabley had won. Stabley killed them all. Every single one. And Stabley was satisfied.

End

Woah woah woah.. I actually thought I would write this purely as joke, yet here we are.