Stanley Parable one-shots

Request: Narrator X Stanley

Request for ang3lcrystal

Pairing Tsundere narrator x Stanley

Sorry if it looks bad, I have been feeling terrible and have really bad writers block, but I must thank Lucarioishere for helping me with a plot (even if its a little bit I used), your a life saver ^^ ENJOY!

A stab of some strange feeling hit his heart as he watched his...character, listening or being talked to by none other than the female Narrator, who had decided that they needed a little break from one another, so that they didn't try to kill each other.

The man sitting in the office chair almost scoffed at the idea of them trying to kill each other, sure, they both had their disagreements, but never would he try to harm a single hair on...oh who was he kidding? He hated him with all the hatred he could muster in his body, and there was a lot of it as far as he was concerned.

Still, if he hated Stanley so much, then why did his chest/heart hurt every time Stanley didn't pay attention to him? Or better yet, why did he 'chuckle' every time the female said something funny?

Which is terrible, because those jokes weren't funny at all.

He had no idea how long he sat there while looking at the screen, he had zoned out at some point and never saw Stanley leave the museum, or hear the female enter his room and tap him on the shoulder, which made him jump out of his chair and whack whoever it was that touched him.

Sadly he missed by a long shot, and fell onto the floor, on his backside. He didn't even realise who it was until he looked up and saw the female Narrator looking down on him with a mixture of concern and hidden laughter.

He was having a hard time not to groan in annoyance at the sight of her.

"What do you want now woman?" he asked as he picked himself up of the floor and tried not to grit his teeth as he brushed himself down.

"I had come to see why you were moping around in your office, longer than usual by the way, instead of coming out and talking to Stanley?" just as he opened his mouth, she added "that didn't involve your story"

The Narrator shut his mouth quickly, his silence was all she needed for an answer.

"This is why you don't have any friends" she sighed "try to be nicer to him"

That sentence was all it took for him to look at her like she had grown a second head before scoffing "me? Be nice? Do you even realise who you're talking to? I don't do nice, and while it's in my vocabulary, it is not in my personality"

Now it was the female Narrator's turn to roll her eyes "do you even hear yourself right now? Don't answer that, it was rhetorical" she interrupted when she saw him open his mouth, when she was sure he wasn't going to say some snarky comment, she continued "there are two things I can think of that would explain why your hiding in here"

The Narrator leaned back in his chair as he mentally prepared himself for whatever rubbish she was about to let loose on him.

"Either you and Stanley had some type of argument and you decided to sit here and mope about how immature he is" she paused dramatically "or you have a crush on him"

She stated is so matter of fact-ly, that the Narrator fell out of his chair again, although this time in surprise.

"Pardon?" he asked once he shock had settled "I think I heard you wrong"

"No, you heard me correctly Mr Narrator" he was certain she was smirking behind his back as he got up from the floor to sort out his chair, that had fallen from his little 'episode' "You always have this look about you when you talk about him, add the fact that when his attention isn't on you, you seem to get more rude and angry when I so much as say his name so that he doesn't feel left out"