The Stanley Parable, a game loved by many who needed a place to go. A place, for some people, that made them feel in control. A place, for others, where they can feel safe.
I play the game myself, not for being in control, or to feel a strange attachment to the narrator whom just wants the best of you, no. I play the game for the secrets, there's something suspicious going on behind the glowing screen.
Who is Stanley.
Who is the narrator.
Why is the narrator so controlling.
These sentences have not yet been answered for me, despite the amount of times I have played the game and taken wrong paths I still make mistakes. I can never get to an ending that gives me the answers of which I seek.
"When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he took the door on his left." I shake my head as I move the character named Stanley to the right. I know there is more on the right side that I have still yet to uncover.
Taking the wrong path I am prepared, ready for the narrator to berate me for going the wrong way, however all I get is silence. Stepping through the employee lounge I expect the door to the left to be open. It isn't. Just then his voice speaks up again, sending a chill down my spine.
"Why are you still here... (Y/N)?"
YOU ARE READING
Your Story- Narrator X Reader
FanfictionThe Stanley Parable game was one of interest to (Y/N), she played it often. However one day the narrator had enough, his punishment for ruining his game was to bring (Y/N) into it. (Disclaimer: Blood mentions, torture and fluff| None of the pictures...
