CHAPTER 1 - WHAT THE HELL?!
You awoke with a pounding headache, lifting your head off your keyboard. You definitely had an indent on your face from it... As you were regaining your bearings, you suddenly made a shocking realization: You were in a different body. Panic settled in quickly.
As you had your little 'panic attack' or whatever, you walked out of the office. And then a smooth voice rang out, startling you.
[All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo.]
You just stared at the ceiling, wondering where the source of the voice was. And who's this 'Stanley' guy? Do you need to follow him? Deciding to play along, you continued along the path, moving through the building until you came across two doors.
[When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the first door on the left.]
You, starting to get sick of being bossed around already, started to walk through the left door, but then the door closed, preventing you from progressing. The voice rang out again.
[Wait just a moment! You seem different today, Stanley. You seem to be thinking more... Freely.]
A pause. Then the shuffling of papers.
[I swear, you- Are you Stanley? Am- Am I just going crazy here? Give me a sign. Is your name Stanley?]
When you shook your head, the voice let out a disgruntled groan.
[Of course this would happen TODAYof all days. Listen - I don't have a path for you. A story. This is the Stanley Parable, not- not The "WhOeVeR-The-FuCK-tHiS-iS" Parable!]
He sounds... annoyed. Almost angry. How amusing. You chuckled and shook your head, earning a scoff from him. [Seriously?! You're- You're laughing at me. You're the one who got stuck in a story game! I should be the one laughing at you, not the other way around!]
You grinned at the ceiling... or wherever he was. Couldn't tell. Kind of hard to pinpoint a voice when it's coming from all over the entire fucking room. Well, at least this is amusing.
Silence. Then the lights turned off.
[You know what, I might as well make a story for you while you're here. Tell you what- you tell me what your name is. I'll use it... And your, as people say, 'pronouns'.]
A keyboard and a screen were illuminated by a spotlight in front of you, prompting to enter your name and pronouns. So you did. And the Narrator started to ramble on about pronouns, his annoyance evident.
[I still don't understand why people are so insistent on that. Just call everyone by their name instead of 'She', 'he', 'they', 'xe', It's too many to keep up with.]
You looked up at the ceiling, raising an eyebrow. Then what am I supposed to call you? You thought.
[Hm? Oh, just call me The Narrator. Or Narrator, if you're feeling casual.]
You shrugged. Fair enough, you thought to yourself, pressing enter on the keyboard, and the keyboard and screen vanished. The Narrator paused, snorting as he tried to restrain laughter.
[Am- Am I reading this right? Your name is MYBUTT??]
You panicked. WHAT?! you thought, you mind running haywire as you struggled to compute that you had typed that in without thinking.
[You must have accidentally typed that instead of your name. Heh. Hm...]
After a moment of silence, you heard the Narrator say 'Aha!'
[Is your name Y/N?]
Bingo, You thought to yourself. The Narrator simply chuckled.
[Good to know. Alright, let's try this again...]
[This is the story of a person named Y/N.]
YOU ARE READING
𝕀 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 . . .
FanfictionY/n plays The Stanley Parable and ends up finding themself in the game. The narrator realizes at once and tries to get the poor person out. Will Y/n ever escape..?
