Doctor Who is this narrator guy?

intro + first chapter (rewritten)

lol I've never done any kind of writing before so don't show up expecting the most polished and well-written piece of writing you've ever seen (if you want that go check out my pal Tophattio) but yeah, I'll give it my best shot, it might be lacking in punctuation and randomly change format but hey, we'll see how this goes!

             allons y! 

                                         -- Esker

(this chapter has been rewritten and heavily edited)

---and on with the show!------------------------------------------------

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"This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time."

"But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."

...

"Ahem"

"But as he came to his wits and regained his senses he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."

"Stanley, really, you have to work with me here. I can't be the only one putting any work into this, you know."

This was odd. The narrator thought as he leaned closer to his screen. Stanley shouldn't be tired; why, he can't even get tired in the first place! He was just fine a second ago, clicking away at his buttons, getting some real progress done! Ah well, I guess I should probably go down and ask him if he's alright, as the story cannot continue without a protagonist, after all.

He snapped his fingers and, with a little flash of yellow and paper, appeared outside the door to Stanley's office. He knocked impatiently on the door, and after a few seconds of no sound, he pushed the door open, revealing Stanley, sitting at his desk. staring at? (no, through.) the wall. He didn't even seem to notice the narrator in the room which was odd, as the narrator was a very distinctive-looking fellow, with his vibrant yellow eyes and stylish brown jacket and sweater vest.

At first, he hesitated, but then he quietly made his way over to Stanley and tapped his shoulder.

Stanley whirled around, and the first thing that the narrator saw of him

Was

His

eyes

He had the look of someone who had seen too much. His eyes were filled with fear and anger and annoyance, but also other things like sadness and regret, misery, and worry.