The Stanley Parable Oneshots

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AHAHA WELCOME BACK EVERYWHERE TO PURE SHIT!!! Your welcome ;)
oh and uh maybe I should add a TW for graphic (or my attempt at graphic) violence/self harm, dunno ima probs redo these anyways [cuz ive read a ton more ao3 fics]
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Stanley wasn't feeling the best to put it in simple terms, the Narrator definitely didn't see the issue of why Stanley could possibly upset, his game was great and phenomenal! That's why people left good reviews on this game.

"Oh, what's the matter, Stanley? What's wrong?" The Narrator cooed, he wasn't going to treat Stanley's feelings seriously, why would he? Stanley must've had a bug since he shouldn't be feeling so upset about a game.

'It's nothing, leave me alone.' Stanley wrote on his whiteboard, which the Narrator had to strictly monitor since Stanley had a tendency to draw and draw on his whiteboard and ignore the Narrator's story! This was technically Stanley's story, so he was just insulting himself.

"Cheer yourself up! You know you great wrinkles quicker if you frown, it takes less muscles to smile! Plus it trains the muscles to stay up." The Narrator stated as he internally groaned since Stanley stepped onto the lift before throwing himself down on the bridge to the Zen ending.

'I can't see myself anyways, so I don't care.' Stanley signed it this time right before he opened pick pocketed the door since the Narrator started locking it to try and drive Stanley away from the ending.

"You've seem to have grown quite attached to my happy place, Stanley. You seem to love ruining it with your bloodied corpse." You could practically hear the roll of the Narrator's eyes, yet that would be impossible since the Narrator didn't like spawning in his physical form.

The only times he did spawn in his physical form was when something major broke and he had to manually repair it, which also meant Stanley got to spend time in button heaven. The Narrator never liked it when Stanley got that ending since the guy's eyes would go wide as he just pressed as much buttons as possible.

It was weird to say the least, but not as weird as Stanley's issue with staying alive, perhaps Stanley needed rails around the lift, then he wouldn't throw himself off, unless he did the cold feet ending. God, the Narrator was a genius and so so dumb.

Stanley pretended like he didn't see the opening to the stairs, he could be better than this just for a while, he could be civil.

Okay this was fucking boring, having blood drip out of his stomach and his bones sticking out of his flesh in random directions was funner.

With that being thought the Narrator let out a groan and got out of his seat. Stanley more than happily had gotten up and easily opened the door. It always smelt terrible in here, especially since the Narrator gave up on cleaning the room the last maybe forty runs.

There was dried blood on dried blood, it would take a couple of Stanley's rather longer lives, it was rather disappointing that most of the time Stanley lived less than half an hour that's if he was just a normal player though.

Nowadays he got to follow a special guideline where he got to do whatever he wanted when he wanted besides a lot of things but you get the point. Stanley didn't have to listen to the Narrator's senseless ramblings anymore.

"You're so immature." The Narrator's voice was rather a surprise, an unwelcomed one to Stanley but it made him stop for a moment to contemplate if revenge suicide was the way to go.

'Says you.' Stanley thought that was clever enough and internally smirked for that rather quick comeback. He did tend to be slow with comebacks so luckily Stanley had prepared by thinking of comeback after comeback for the last three runs.