The Stanley Parable Oneshots

☆Bloody Murder!☆

(*Throws Age regress content at you*, yes it does have the right title)

The Parable never changed for the most part.

The story would always continue one way or another. No matter what.

There had been times where the Narrator was practically throwing up and the story still continued, one of the only times Stanley was glad that the tape recorded room existed.

Usually the story only had one person in it, if you don't count the Bucket or Line™️.

So, why in the Parable's name was Mariella here sitting at desk 429?

And why was the Curator talking instead of the Narrator!?

"Stanley, calm down. Your thoughts speak volumes" Curator said, she seemed occupied with something other than the story.

Not like Stanley would care. He hated the story.

Mariella was taking time to appreciate the office, she had never been in there. Well, not when it wasn't completed. She'd been there once because the Narrator wanted an ending that was very rare where Mariella would be Stanley for the day.

Mariella liked the memory, it was the only chance she ever saw the Narrator's real emotions about something.

"Stanley and Mariella decided to go to the meeting room, perhaps they had missed a mass email." Curator said, ignoring Stanley's and now Mariella's thoughts. How could the Narrator put up with this?

Mariella quickly got up from her desk and happily skipped to the room with two doors. Stanley begrudgingly walked to the same room Mariella was in.

"One second..." Curator's voice trailed off, this was new to Stanley and Mariella.

"Oh wow! It's beautiful, lovebug! Are you gonna make more, or do you want a nap?" Curator seemed to be talking to someone away from the microphone.

Stanley looked up in shock, was there a fucking kid here?!

Mariella also seemed surprised, then gave a glance at Stanley. She smirked, Stanley smirked back.

They took a run for the meeting room.

Curator was too busy to even notice the two protagonists. She was busy putting the Narrator down for a nap. He was always tired after drawing so much.

The Narrator was put in bed by Curator. He tried to wiggle out the bed, not realising how tired he was when the sheet was pulled over him.

"Want a story, bug?" Curator asked, she enjoyed when the Narrator would regress, he would always act older than her, despite it being very opposite.

The Narrator pointed to his goose plushie.

Curator didn't question it as she picked up 'Bloody Murder!' the goose. She never knew why Narry had chosen that name for the goose. Curator handed it to him anyways.

"I'll never understand you, or maybe I will. Maybe you'll force me to understand" Curator said as she saw the Narrator put Bloody Murder! under his pillow. Which looked weird.

Bloody Murder! was too fat to be under the pillow. How the fuck did the Narrator sleep?!

Curator got out a storybook. She never knew where this book was from, but the Narrator enjoyed it.

"Long ago, there was a princess. She was the most beautiful princess on all of plant Earth, and it didn't stop on Earth! She was known throughout galaxies for how beautiful she was-" Curator said as Narry cut her off with a huff.

The Narrator had crossed his arms, he didn't want the princess there!

"What? Are only you allowed to be a princess?" Curator questioned, in all honesty she was trying to tease a bit.

Narry had one thumb in his mouth as he did the thumbs-up sign.

"...What if we make it about a beautiful prince instead..." Curator's voice trailed off as she looked at the thumbs-up.

Narry furrowed his brow. No! Why didn't the Curator understand? He was the princess and the prince! Good gravy, he'd be the evil wizard or dragon as well!

"Long ago, there was a bucket." Curator said, it was practically a warning for Narry.

Narry gasped as he got put of his little bed and started wobbling off to the living room.

"I- Oh come on! Lovebug! We talked about the bedtime schedule!" Curator said as she got up and basically ran towards Narry.

Narry was hot fudge fast! No one could compete with how fast he waddles.

Curator scooped Narry up, since he was blocked by a door.

Curses! His plan was foiled again! All because of the same door.

Narry kindly held up a pacifer to that. Take that, you bloody door!

Curator put Narry back in the bed, this time getting out the secret weapon. A very fluffy blanket that just came out the wash!

Narry didn't even try to fight sleep as it was drifted over him.

"Once upon a time, there was a princess locked in a castle. One time she over heard from townsfolk walking in the forest that a prince was coming. Although, this princess didn't want a prince." Curator had started reading a different book that she had just found after, uhm, let's say 8 years.

Narry has taken Bloody Murder! out from under the pillow, and was now holding it very gently.

"The princess had snuck out her castle and found the dragon! The same dragon who was keeping her captive! But the princess, and her freshly baked cookies she made for the trip were safe?! The dragon just wanted someone to talk to and to be heard. The princess happily let the dragon share it's woes. The princess and dragon had became best friends, and no prince coule ever separate a princess and her dragon. The end..." Curator's voice trailed off as she saw Narry asleep.

Curator then got up and went to the computer.

Mariella was on a desk doing the french girl pose and Stanley was in the Employee's Lounge.

"What the fuck."

[The petals are from the bucket apartment ending.] Stanley just signed, Curator honestly didn't question it anymore.

"Just...go back to where ever you two came from, the same womb? Just go back to there, and never do anything of this sort." Curator said, which didn't make a lot of sense, but in some parts it did.

"Whas yoo say?" Narry babbled, he had heard Curator drop a f bomb.

"Uhm...lovebug, you must never repeat the word I said..." Curator said nervously.

"whas da fook?" Narry babbled again, Curator's face dropped.

"It's a very grown-up phrase, and you mustn't say it!" Curator warned, she really hoped Mariella or Stanley wouldn't say anything bad.

"thas a bile of chit" Narry stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms.

Curator didn't say anything as she picked him up and put him back to bed.

She really needed to stop swearing.

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*Scatters back into gremlin cave.*