Your Story- Narrator X Reader

Chapter 7

I wake up again feeling groggy, Stanley was looking at me funny when I opened my eyes.

"What...?" My voice sounded terrible and I watched as Stanley takes something out of his pocket. A clean handkerchief. He reaches out and wipes my cheeks before dropping the fabric on my lap.

"Thank you." He nods before walking out the office, his footsteps soon fade into nothingness.

"Are you ok?" I hear the narrator, I jump and look down at the handkerchief in silence. The narrator sighs and things go quiet again, I know that he was still there. I could feel it, his presence. I decide to go against my stubbornness and speak.

"Why?" My voice is quiet and dry.

"Hmm?" He hums in question.

"Why me?"

"What exactly do you mean?" He asks me back in a confused tone.

"Why did you bring me here? Out of everyone who played your game, why me?" My hands fiddle with each other as I curl up into my knees again.

"You confused me, you played by the rules one day, then you ignored me another. At least others had a plan in mind, you didn't."

"Don't you ever get bored?" I ask, changing the subject.

"No." He answers instantly.

"But, it's the same thing over and over again." He chuckles softly, sending a shiver down my spine, one that I cannot place as to why.

"That's because it's my story, I get to see my work come alive again and again through Stanley! I can never get bored."

"Do you get lonely?" I hear him breath in sharply, so quiet I almost couldn't.

"... No." This time he hesitated.

"Stanley never talks, who can you talk to if he is all you have...?" I ask softly, more to myself than the narrator.

"I can talk to you." His voice sounds kind and hopeful almost a question, an invitation. I freeze, was this punishment all for his own gain? This was my first thought that went through my head, my eyebrows started to furrow and tears pricked my eyes again. However these tears, these tears were from anger.

"You... You brought me here, into this hellhole of a game that can only repeat. Slowly turning me insane JUST for your own benefit?" I keep my volume level, trying to calm myself down.

"That's not what I-"

"Then what did you mean?! Did you just want to hurt me? To reform me into another Stanley?!"

"No!"

"Then what?!" He stays silent. "Well?! Are you going to answer or hide behind this game?" My anger starts to disperse as my voice gets quieter, I nestle my head in my knees as I tremble. The narrator sighs.

"I don't have time for this..." Then he leaves, I lift my head and stare into space. My head fogs up like usual.

Then everything went black.