No Escape [Stanley x Narrator]

One

The end is never the end is never the end...

You would think that Stanley had learnt that by now, but apparently it wasn't clear enough. He was stubborn, and clearly convinced that there was a way out.

There wasn't.

If there was, I would have found it and destroyed it long ago.

Pushing my glasses up my face some more, I watched with narrow eyes through the monitors. Stanley was on the lift, dangerously close to the edge. What the hell did he think he was doing? Shifting through the papers, I went to say something into my mic, but before I could, I saw him jump off the lift.

I couldn't help the groan that left my lips, looking away, listening to a sickening crack as he hit the ground. I just wanted him to understand. I wanted to help him, why couldn't he see that? Was I doing something wrong.

No. No, no, no. That couldn't be it. He was the problem. Not me, never me.

Why did he need to defy me?

No matter what, no matter how many times he died or failed, he wouldn't break. He wouldn't give up. He wouldn't listen to me. It was so pointless; it angered me.

What purpose was there in it? To prove he could choose his own fate?

What a fool he was.

He would see. I would make him see. He couldn't control his fate, I did. He couldn't escape. He wouldn't escape.

He would see.

He needs me.

My hand hovered over the button, the one that would reset the game. Again. Just like any other times. I was getting rather tired if Stanley's antics, of how much he enjoyed disobeying me. As though it were a game. Well, it is a game, but not in that way. I pressed down on it, perhaps a little harder then I needed to.

I would make Stanley see that there was no escape, that he was mine. Mine and only mine.