Stanley Parable one-shots

Insane Narrator x Stanley 3/3

Stanley wasn't sure what to expect when he began his wandering around the corridors, his determination to get out was stopping him from freaking out over something that might have just been in his head.

There had been a walkthrough mirror, a demented looking rabbit that was a slave to a human, a queen(?) drinking blood with what looked like fake teeth, rats and worms crawling all over the food including a pigs head. Poor Stanley nearly threw up at the sight, his stress levels were nearly through the roof.

Stanley wasn't even sure how much of this he could take, and these hospital looking hallways didn't help him much either. He let out a silent scream of frustration in the hope that it would calm him down slightly, no matter where he ran down the long corridors, no matter how many corners he turned, he could never find the exit, only dead ends that seemed more frequent with every step he took, or that he ended up going in a circle and back at his prison cell.

He was tired, exhuasted even, his lungs felt like they were on fire with every step he took, his vision was even worse than before and it didn't help that he hadn't eaten in what felt like forever, he was honestly beginning to lose hope.

And lose hope he did, when the walls began to shift and twist on their own, all Stanley could do was watch as they made it even more complicating for him to escape, not to mention his stomach was not agreeing with him at the moment and wanted to remove what little content he had. When was the last time he ate anything?

"Enjoying the show, Stanley?"

WHACK!

THUD!

Minutes, hours, years, how long had Stanley been here for now? He couldn't tell nor did he care anymore, the voice had found him and had already known he had been trying to escape, he had been testing him the whole time.

Now Stanley lay in a room that had no windows and it was far more smaller than his cell if you could call it that. It was just four blank walls with one lamp per wall, that seemed to move closer towards him when Stanley either blinked or woke up from his nap, even that was rare now.

"It's a good thing I came back" he remembered the voice speaking to him when he was first thrown into this place "how could you do that Stanley? I thought that by giving you a decent size room, you could have at least some sense of security and to stay put" the voice sounded angry and painful at the same time, before it got darker "clearly that was a mistake"

Stanley remembered being lifted up in the air by an unknown force before being slammed into all four walls, mostly on his side, before being dropped to the floor as if he was nothing more than rubbish.

"Time for your punishment Stanley, soon you'll understand why I'm doing this"

He always said that line before he continued with Stanleys 'punishment' and it always ended up being either physical or mental punishment, more so on the physical.

When the voice didn't instruct Stanley to do something he would pick Stanley up by an invisible force, the walls collapsing around him before being dragged around like he was tied to the back of a car.

Though it was weird that Stanley never heard the voice speak during them, though when the voice finished his 'punishment' he would shove Stanley back in place then the walls would rise up from the ground as if they had never fallen in the first place. Then he would heal his injuries (but not the sore muscles) and leave him alone.

Every second he stayed in that room Stanley began to feel worse and worse and no longer hoped that someone would come for him, he continued being punished for disobeying orders but he was given treats when he did obey, he even received the occasional, invisible pat on the head, and as much as Stanley hated the voice he couldn't stop the urge to rub against the force like a cat receiving a pet.