[This is the story of a person named Y/N.]
A pause.
[No, I'm... I don't know where I was going with that. Hold on a moment...]
You heard the shuffling of papers, just like before. Then the sound of a pencil writing on paper.
[Say, how do you feel about dragons?]
What?? You thought, confused as hell.
[I said, How do you feel about dragons? It's not that hard to understand.]
....They're fine?? You thought, looking up at the ceiling. The Narrator hummed in response. [Well, if you think they're just fine, I suppose they won't be entertaining in the story. Ah, well, maybe next time.]
More pencil scratching. The Narrator hummed an unfamiliar melody. [What song is that?] you questioned, and the narrator paused.
[Oh, this tune? It's called Red Flags. I'm sure you know it, as it became popular mid-2023. I hold it near and dear to my heart. Or whatever's left of it.]
He'd chuckle at his 'heartless' joke, making you feel a bit uncomfortable. He doesn't have a heart? Where even are you? You questioned him. The narrator paused.
[Don't worry about it. It'd confuse you.]
That just makes me MORE worried! you mentally screamed, causing him to sigh. [Well, if you must know...] You perked up, listening intently. [I AM the building.]
wut.
The Narrator chuckled. [I told you it'd confuse you.] WELL. you told him. AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE A BIG HEAD!
[....I don't even have a head.]
Bitch.
[Bastard.]
[Back to the point, we're getting off track.]
[Alright, I've come up with a few scenarios. Are you ready to give me feedback?] Upon your nod, he started rattling off various scenarios involving you. [You get hit by a bus... You find a four leaf clover, but it's got five leaves and you get hit by a meteor full of gold... A zombie-vampire chases you and then you trip and choke on a rock... No? None of these? Come on, Y/N. Work with me here. Do you prefer horror or comedy?]
You thought for a moment, really considering this. Which did you prefer? You decided to go with...
Comedy, you thought. [Ah, yes. Just a test, I'll tell you a joke. hm... I wanted to invent an invisible pencil, but I saw no point in that investment.]
A grin appeared on your face faster than you could hide it. DAMN IT! you think-screamed. The Narrator audibly grinned. wait, audibly???? whatever.
[Aah, yes, I think I know exactly what would work for you.]
The doors opened. [Go on. The story awaits. Choose either door.]
You stared at the doors, narrowing your eyes. You can't choose... But you went with the door on the right. After walking through the halls, you fund yourself in a room with various trinkets.
[Oh sh- that's not the right room. Um. Hold on a moment- I'll restart the game.]
NONONO WAI-
THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING NEV
YOU ARE READING
𝕀 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 . . .
أدب الهواةY/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..?
