The Stanley Parable Oneshots

☆Well would ya look at that? A letter!☆

Stanley was spending some time in the infinite hole. Just because. He had soon became bored of it, but he would never admit that to the Narrator, who was currently annoyed by Stanley spending too much time in certain places.

Stanley had began looking at the floor in search for entertainment...

Well would ya look at that? A letter! Stanley had found a letter. Stanley, being a curious little creature began reading it.
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Dear, this one very person I have on my mind.

Sometimes, I want you out of my head, you're like this evasive species taking control of every little thought in my head. In a good ways by all means, although I don't think that was you intention it certainly became of you.

You make me want to cry tears of joy, by just existing. I guess love is a powerful game that you can only avoid if you're good enough. Which must mean people who are aroace are most likely god.

But maybe if you thought about it hard enough, maybe if we were together our love would be god. We could do anything together!

Atlas, we are like the ocean and the tide, always wanting to reach eachother but never having the chance to.

We come so close then one of us crashes onto the sand, until we stop trying and settle for compliments that are like seaweed flowing onto sand.

There's plenty of them, but at the end of the day it's just seaweed. It doesn't add up to anything else. Sure, you could feed off of it, but it's not very filling.

Our fights are like the trash in the sea. There's a ton of it. It pollutes the ocean in ways that hurt it so much.

But, we try to mend the ocean back together, we take out trash pounds by times in hope it heals.

Other times we're like the day and night.

Sometimes we can see eye to eye, it happens everyday but only twice.

The rest of the day we'll never be on the same page. Infact, we're on two different books at this point.

We're like Life and Death. We're apart of eachother we have an impact on one another. Both are beautiful. Both are important.

But they're so insanely different. But they fit one another perfectly. It's just a constant war between life and death.

We never have a moment to just stop. Stop the clocks, and stop fighting.

I wish we could stop time.

But you understand, mechanical hands are the ruler of everything.

I've noticed I can hear clocks ticking, even when I'm talking. It warns me. Time runs out, and we'll soon be drifted apart.

Sincerely,
Your message in a bottle.
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'Holy shit this is gay' Was the first thing Stanley thought of when reading the letter.

He had a feeling he knew who it was supposed to go to and who it was from.

Stanley jumped a bit when he saw a pen accidentally fall in the hole.

"Holy shit! Stanley I'm so sorry! Did that pen hit you?" The Narrator exclaimed quickly putting one of the invisible hands down there and bring it back to his office.

Stanley rolled his eyes, he knew the pun was intended.

[Excuse me, sir! This fucking letter] Stanley signed.

"What letter? Did I drop a paper down there?"

[This one!] Stanley waved the letter, the envelope had a beach theme to it and was opened it multiple tears by Stanley.

"Oh, yeah, that one. Did you like the small thing I found for you since you were getting bored and I just so happen to have the letters I made for that one eboy who ghosted me?"

[I ghosted someone before]

"Not in Phasmophobia"

[Rats! Why'd you fall in love with and eboy?]

"It's not falling in love if I used him to win in that goddamn club penguin minigame."

[The sledding one?]

"Yes! That game is so fucking hard for no reason!"

[What do you even mean??? The pizza one is the hardest!]

"That one's a slice of pizza! Literally!"

[You're stupid]

"If I'm stupid then what are you? I bet you're a fucking giraffe."

[Giraffes aren't stupid!]

"Whatever, give me the letter back."

[Come down and face me like a man!..Or a weird nonhuman!]

The Narrator rolled his eyes as he grabbed the letter with the invisible hand yet again.

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Sincerely,
Your message in a bottle.

P.S. I'm surprised you didn't question how I knew an eboy and you just accepted it wasn't for you. I guess you're just a loveable idiot then, well maybe I'm more of an idiot for falling in love you with you. (The sledding game is still the hardest)
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The Narrator had to make sure he didn't start kicking his legs and squealing like a schoolgirl with a huge crush.

That was for later.

But right now he had to write more letters for Stanley.
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A/N: Comes out your wall.
"Hey guys it's me, Neil Cicierega"

So you might have realized, I haven't posted for a while, two reasons.

1: Yesterday was my brithday (July 24th)

And if you like cats or animals, you're not
gonna like the next one.

2: My cats died. And it's been hard in which I can't even stand being in my room at my mom's house.

But anyways, I'll be posting more often! Yay!