Can't you listen!? |Stanley X Narrator

What Are You...? {p18}

Stanley shot up in a cold sweat, beforehand he was slouched over in thought but now... He had many a issue with this situation. The man was done with playing around and running in circles around this creeping sensation on his mind. The open window was not like that before and the swirling chill of the breeze circled his brain and crept into his thoughts and plagues his sight.

"What the hell..." Stanley muttered out loud, snapping out of the hazy frost clouding his head

"Stanley...step back!-" The older gentleman's hand grasped Stanley's wrist, pulling him close to his own body.

A glowing twirling mist, as silver as a star in the night sky slowly seeps in through the window once more. The mass took form, a blank look of insanity crept up the now formed face and silver claws formed at the new fingertips. There was someone or something there...

There was a face, hair made of the same mist moving and cascading down their back like a flowing river. Their outfit was somewhat like a suit and a clock was stationed at their waist shining a bright blue.

A voice, hoarse and broken left their throat like a light whistle "stop it. Just stop it. I know who you are..."

The narrators teeth grind against eachother as he hears the voice from this person's throat. Of course it was them, who else could it be? Torturing a poor soul and using them like that just to fix the reality they miss? How sick...

"Were happy here, you know that fact. Let that body go, you're just sick you are..." His tone was a snap and a snarl

The response was as light as air and flowed from their lips "you did the same thing didn't you? To solidify in a new world you need a vessel..."

"NO I DIDNT. I made this one myself a while ago before I arrived here. I don't do what you do. You lack morality."

"i wonder why. I wonder why I lack morality. Isn't it all your fault? You made me to manage your stupid game world and I strive to fix it. Even if I have to borrow someone's body to do so..."

"borrow!? You're ruining it! Substituting it's own blood for your own power. Showing off and tearing the body apart!"

Stanley's voice was quiet and took on a lot of confusion "Who- no...what are you? And Narry, you know them? What do you mean borrowing a body...game?"

"you never told him directly did you...what a joke." a smirk crept up the form before them "Your name is Stanley. And you were made by the narrator over here in a game. But when you escaped in an ending one day, you reappeared in a new world. And he came with you, you two are bound together after all. Creator and creation. What a sick joke."

"What is wrong with you!? Do you really get such amusement from messing up anything you can?" his eyebrows furrowed in a frown

"i... I was made by you? Does that mean our love was false or did you make me just because you needed someone to love... What is my purpouse... Was my life a lie, why do I not renember any game...?" tears pricked his eyes and he looked down

"that's exactly what I said. You need to let go and come with your best friend. After all that's what I am right?" the mist disappeared around the face and behind it remained the very familiar face Stanley knew for what he assumed was years...

"Fern?..." Stanley muttered

"the one and only... So please come here. I'll find a world far away from HIM where you can be yourself..."

"That's not fern! That's T- someone who stole their body! You have to listen to me...Stanley please, I need you!"

"you need him for your sick game. To be controlled by other people. With me he will be appreciated, something you can't do."

"maybe it's best if I do... If I do go with Fern, how can I beleive you after finding this all out...I thought I knew who I loved..."