The Stanley Parable Oneshots

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The Narrator wouldn't call himself indulgent by any means, but he couldn't help but have a few too many glances of Stanley.

After all, Stanley was the only other being there, even if he was sort of human.

As human as a main character could be anyway, just think of it! The guy frankly had too much plot armor in the Narrator's opinion.

Hell, the Narrator had put a feature when Stanley was more flexible since that white man kept dropping his pens, not for any other reason..

Totally.

Stanley did truly love the new feature, on the first few times he managed to glitch through walls, carpets, the poor poor printer, and doors.

Stanley had gotten close to the Narrator's office, he didn't even know the guy had a office! Let alone one on the same floor.

Sometimes, when Stanley got really cheeky he would force himself to wake up when he wasn't supposed to.

You see, the Narrator got downtime in between runs, which was used for coding, coffee, staring at Stanley, and other things his species needed to do.

Stanley usually ran around the office till he snuck himself through a vent and landed in the Narrator's office where'd he usually get all cozy and rest for a few hours because by the the Narrator saw him he would be too heartbroken to wake him up from such a peaceful state.

Easy to say, Stanley had the Narrator wrapped around his very finger.

Today was one of the days Stanley woke up earlier and scurried to the vent and waited till that brown leather couch was clear and he made a ran for it, already feeling himself get drowsy.

Stanley happily sat down as he cuddled to a pillow, letting a sigh run out his mouth as he shifted till he was comfortable.

He let himself fall asleep, until he woke up because he got tired of sleeping, ironic isn't it.

Stanley shifted uncomfortably on the couch, he looked around to see that the Narrator was still gone.

Hesitantly Stanley stuck a hand down his pants, occasionally groping himself through his boxers.

Stanley wondered if the Narrator was a boxers or breifs guy, maybe even a mixture of both.

Stanley turned to face the ceiling as he rubbed himself through the thin fabric he had on.

Stanley let out little hums, since he could barely do pathetic little moans, hums did the job of making him sound like a camera boy ready for the job.

And maybe Stanley was, it couldn't be that hard getting fucked in front of a camera and moaning loudly, or at least trying to make it sound pleasurable.

On second thought maybe Stanley would just keep it in his bed.

Although he was quite quickly taking out his cock as he thought of making pornography more and more.

Would he have to get dressed up in skimpy bikinis? Stanley didn't mind that idea, the tightness of the fabric pressing against his pecs and cock.

Stanley almost let out a groan, if only it had sound, it just sounded like someone finished a pacer run in PE instead.

Stanley's mind then drifted to the not so fun part where he'd have to shave his body to wear them, or maybe he wouldn't.

Some people are into that.

Maybe the Narrator's into that, maybe he'd forced Stanley to grow out some hair before letting him shave or cut it.

Perhaps he'd buy outfits for Stanley and make him wear them as he posted the videos and pictures. God that was a hot thought.