Tsp one shots!

the first meeting

So im slowly starting to write again! (Im proud of myself wow) and im sorry for such a long wait everyone! It took me some time, so im happy im able to write again!

Tw: violence, and swearing (im adding swearing as a tw ig)
Stanley is mute here so ye..

"..." - narrator "..." - Stanleys sign language "..." - someones thoughts.
Enjoy!
___________________________________________

Ending after ending. Nothing ever changed, or nothing new happened. Everything was the same. The story never changed, not even a small detail in it. Everything was the same. Always. Stanley was sitting at his desk. Nothing new.

"Stanley. Get on with the story! You have to-" Stanley slammed the desk, and got up.

"Have to go to the meeting room? Yeah i heard that many times." Stanley groamed, getting back on the chair, and playing with a pen he found.

"Stanley, we have to continue the story!"
Narrator was clearly getting unpatient, annoyed even. Stanley didnt get up. He wouldnt do it. Narrator knew that. Narrator just took a deep breath, and turned his mic on. He needed to get Stanley to move somehow. And he had an idea how to do so.

Stanley was just playing with his pen. He was slowly getting bored of it, so he got up, and looked around his office. He found a mug. "1# employee". Stanley looked around some drawers, looking for anything interesting. After almost 25 minutes, stanley couldnt find anything fun or nice. He sighed, and finally decided to get out of the office.

He walked out, and waited for narrator to tell him how long i took him to get out, and after a moment continue the story. But nothing. Silence. Stanley was suprised. Did the narrator seriously leave? No, it cant be.! He wouldnt, would he? Stanley after a moment of staying still, just shrugged.

He took his bucket, and got to the employee lounge. He could finally take a small break from the narrator. He sat down on a sofa, closing his eyes, and resting a little bit.

A few minutes later, stanley heard.. footsteps? Was someone here? Someone else?

"What the.." Stanley was confused. Stanley got up, a little confused. There was someone else in the parable he didnt knew about? The footsteeps were getting closer. Closer and closer... And he finally saw the person. A tall man with a black suit. Golden eyes, yellow glasses, and arranged hair.

Stanley was just looking at the man, suprised. The man came closer to Stanley.

"Can we finally get on with the story..?" The british voice... Narrator! Stanley was even more surpised.

"Narrator? What are you doing here?"

"I had to come here. You wouldnt continue the story, so i decided to come and pay you a visit.. in the same time making you follow the story." Narrator chucked a little bit, having a small smile on.

Stanley just stared at him. Staring. Not even blinking. Narrator felt a little uncomfortable with Stanley just.. staring at him.

After good 5 minutes, narrator finally decided to move. He just took Stanleys hand, and dragged him to stanleys office.

"Alright. All set." Narrator walked out, closing the door behind him.

Soon, narrator reseted the game.

The end is never the end The end is never the end The end is never the end The end is never the end The end is never the end The end is never the end-

Stanley sighed, looking at the screen. He didnt knew what to do exactly. He wanted to say something, speak to the narrator, but he was still in a big shock. Now he atleast knew how he looked like.

Stanley just got up, and continued on with the story.. for some reason he felt angry. Angry at the narrator, angry at everything. Narrator trapped him here, acting all nice and sweet, expecting him to fall for him little trick.

Stanley wanted revenge. But first, he needed narrator to get down somehow.. but how?

Stanley went to his office again, not going out.

Narrator groamed. "Stanley! Please just get on with the story!" Stanley didnt listen. That was his plan. He waited, and waited.. until he heard narrator turn his mic off. Perfect. Stanley smirked to himself, knowing his plan was going perfectly for now.

Stanley waited some minutes, before going to the employee lounge again. He took his bucket with him, and quickly ran to the employee lounge. Narrator was already going to his office.

"Sta-" before narrator could say anything, Stanley threw his bucket at him. Narrator was a little suprised, but after a moment, stanley started to punch him. Some blood was going out of narrators nose. He tried to defend himself, but stanley was faster. He threw narrator against the wall, and started to bang his head against it. Stanley stopped for a second, to catch his breath.

"S-stop it! What is wrong with you?!" Narrator got up, trying to run away.

"You wont run away from me you piece of shit!" Stanley went after him, catching him. Narrator was too injured to run away somewhere far.

"W-we can talk this out!" Narrator looked a little panicked now. Stanley just kicked him in the chest, and taking him by his collar.

"You deserve it you fucker." Stanley threw him across the employees lounge.

Stanley came over to narrator, ready to punch him again..

But suddenly the game reseted.

The end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end-

Stanley was in his chair again. How did the game reset? Shouldnt narrator be in his office to do so? Stanley had a lot of qestions right now.

"Well.. good job Stanley."  Stanley heard a voice.. a female voice. That wasnt narrators voice. It took Stanley a while, before realizing who it was.. curator!

"Narrator is in a bad state. Im narrating the story for him, until he will get better."

Stanley nodded. For some reason he felt a little guilty. He propably got too violent.

Some resets passed. Stanley felt a little weird with curator narrating the story, but in the same time he was a worried. Narrator still didnt come back. Stanley tried to get the guilt out from his head, but with each reset passing, the feeling was getting worse.

"Curator?"

"Yes?"

"How is narrator feeling?"

"Huh. Im suprised you care so suddenly."

Stanley looked surpised. He didnt care so suddenly! He always cared.. right?

"He will be back soon."

Stanley didnt respond, he just went through the left door, lost in thoughts.

He went too far. Way too far.

Curator reseted the game.

The end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end-

"Im back Stanley." Stanley looked up. Narrator was back!

"Hey!"

Narrator didnt respond to him.

"Hey i wanted to apologise. Im sorry for doing that."

Narrator didnt respond again.

"Narrator seriously im sorry."

Still no responce.

...

"I wont talk for now i guess."
___________________________________________

OKAY SO HAHA! Im sorry its all you guys get for now, seriously i just forced myself to write this-

I hope you guys atleast enjoyed! I cant promise there will be a part 2, and if i'll make one, you guys have to be patient, sorry!

Bye!

1243 words!