It's just a bucket! | Stannarrator

It's just a buc-! Well that's a problem

"STANLEY THE BUCKET IS NOT THAT GREAT!"

Narrator yelled into his microphone and let out a long sight. Another lost battle against a piece of metal. He looked at the cameras. Stanley was sitting on the couch in the employee lounge, holding the bucket tightly in his arms. Being unable to sign he projected his thoughts to the British man.

'It's better than you. It doesn't insult me all the time ya know? Don't tell me you are jeal-'

He was cut of by the brit reseting the game just to annoy him.

THE END IS NEVER THE ERROR #####

The game did reset but that was worrying. The Parable never broke. He got out of his office. Everything seemed right, Narrator went through the script as usual. He walked up to the pedestal that his bucket stood on and-. Wait. The bucket was not here. He searched the office frantically trying to find his prized possession. It was nowhere to be found.

"Stanley what are you doing? Can you get on with the story?"

The protagonist was too busy searching for the bucket to sign, so yet again he decided to let the brit see his thoughts.

'The bucket, I can't find it anywhere, did you-'

Then a realisation struck him.

'Did you... delete it?'

"Stanley why would I do that?"

'You were jealous of it so you deleted it'

"Stanley why in the bloody hell would I be jealous of a bucket?"

'Then where is it?'

"I don't know. Just get on with the story, I'm sure it will reset back to it's place the next run"

Stanley sighed and continued walking through the halls of the office building. Disobeying the british man's instructions he walked the right way. It felt lonely without the comfort and warmth of the bucket. How didn't the Narrator understand how important the object was? The hazel eyed man's thoughts were stopped when he nearly jumped out of his skin seeing someone sitting on the sofa in the employee lounge.

The person had mid length brown hair tied into a low ponytail. Their skin was unnaturally pale. They were wearing a gray sweater that seemed to have... stickers on it? and black office pants with matching shoes, as well as a pair of black fingerless gloves. Their- no his eyes were blue. His face covered in freckles.

Coming closer to the man he realised that he was a lot shorter than him, at least a head. One of the stickers on his clothing showed a bucket and the other said "Property of Stanley".

Wait... no. It couldn't be.... was his bucket turned into a person? He heard Narrator trying to form a coherent sentence.

"What- but how? I mean- it's just a bucket! When did it? WHAT?"

He seemed even more confused then the protagonist himself.

The bucket walked up to the hazel eyed man. And looked at him like if they were friends that just reunited after years.

"Hello Stanley"

[Hi? Can you understand sign?]

"Of course! How couldn't I?"

[How did you?- How are you human?]

"Well I have no idea, the game reset and it was just like that!"

[That's..... concerning but great! You are not just a bucket now!]

"Yup!"

Narrator who was at loss for words the last few minutes managed to form a coherent sentence this time.