Stanley Parable one-shots

Request: Narrator x Depressed Stanley

WARNING! While this is kind of short, the beginning part is kind of depressing and attempted suicide, it will get better at the end but please proceed with caution.

You have been warned. Sorry IDon'tGetIt if it's not exactly what you wanted, I'm not in the right state of mind when I made this.

How much longer could he take this? How many times could he take to jumping off of that stupid staircase after looking at the 'space station'? He didn't know nor did he care to. He had enough, his whole body felt numb to anything the Narrator said, which was always about that stupid story about him, Stanley.

"Do you see that I'm only trying to help you? Don't you see that it's killing us, Stanley?"

Those words kept repeating at the back of his mind, over and over again, like some kind of mantra, why should he allow the person who had trapped him to help him? He didn't need help, he didn't want it.

How can you help someone who didn't want to be saved?

"Stanley? Are you okay? You've been standing there for the past 5 minutes"

Oh really? He couldn't tell, considering the clocks didn't work, and this was a first, the Narrator actually asking if he was alright. NOT!

As soon as he began walking again, the Narrator began reading as if nothing had happened at all. Stanley began to feel even numb than he thought possible.

He had gone through this 'ending' so many times that he could have done it with his eyes blindfolded, granted there had been a few times where he had walked off the lift, but he hated having to listen to Narrator being a smart ass before everything would reset.

He had managed to block out the Narrators voice by this point since he knew the words by heart. Well, except for those two specific sentences that like to repeat in the back of his mind. He still has the headache to prove it.

This time though, when he entered the fancy light show, he laid down and simply stared at the lights for a while, he didn't know why, he just did.

Just like the lights floating around him, so too had his thoughts. For once, Stanley felt like he was floating, drifting in the endless space, just like the pretty lights.

He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the 'noise' for a while longer, silently wondering why the Narrator hadn't said anything yet. No matter, not like he would be here for much longer anyway.

"Stanley, please, if you die then the game will reset, please don't take this away from me"

Should have thought about that before you did this to me Stanley thought.

He had to admit, the Narrator was certainly good at acting, he should be one when this stupid story finally finishes. Perhaps the voice would do so when Stanley finally dies.

THUD

"Fine then Stanley, this last one is on you?"

He passed the wooden looking door without a second glance and reached the top one last time, standing near the edge and simply stared down at the ground floor for a moment. One more time, he had to do this one. More. Time. And then the game would reset.

Wouldn't it be great if this was his final run? Limbo was better than being stuck with this guy.

"Stanley, please don't do it"

Stanley didn't even question if this was part of the script, he was too busy listening to the dark thoughts swirling around him like mosquitos drinking blood. He didn't even hear the pounding of the door until he lifted his leg to take that final step. Then he heard a scream.

"STANLEY IF YOU JUMP OFF THAT EDGE ONE MORE TIME THEN SO HELP ME I WILL TIE YOU UP IN CHAINS AND MAKE SURE YOU NEVER LEAVE MY SIDE AGAIN!"

Stanley stood frozen with his leg still in the air. That voice. It couldn't be the Narrator. There was no other living being here other than himself in the building. So who was that person?

"Stanley...please, step away from the edge, come to the door, please don't do this again"

Was that, begging? No, it couldn't have been. And was that crying?

Slowly lowering his leg down, Stanley turned to around and looked at the door that was just down a level, it was the only door in this place, and right now he didn't know what to do.

"Stanley was shocked and confused on what to do, does he listen to the voice who had tormented him for so long? Or does he jump and take his final breath and leave this world" a sad chuckle followed by a choke on his breath "not even the Narrator could tell"

Cursing slightly in his mind, Stanley moved towards the door, knowing that he would regret this later, he placed his hand on the handle and opened it as fast as he could before he could change his mind. And was greeted by someone flinging themselves at him like a koala and knocking them both on the ground.

He felt something wet on his shoulder and the body above him was shaking. Was he crying?

"I'm sorry" he clung harder to Stanley "I didn't realise...just how much I was hurting you" he continued to say he was sorry while clinging onto Stanley for dear life as if he would disappear.

In which case, it had nearly happened. But right now, Stanley was too tired to move.

"Don't leave me, Stanley, I promise I'll change, just don't leave me"

Too late for that Stanley thought.

"Are you really going to jump off that edge again? Your face is telling me you will but then again, I was never good at human faces" a weak chuckle puffed against Stanley's ear before the figure moved away from him.

Stanley almost had a heart attack when the face looked down at him with the most creepy glowing, yellow eyes he had ever seen.

"Figured you'd look at me that way" as much as it pained him, he moved away but kept a hand on Stanley's shoulder "could...could we please see the lights one last time? I won't stop you afterward, but please, just this once"

Stanley simply looked at him with a blank expression, still too tired to care and simply blinked once, he just wanted to sleep. Forever.

Taking the silence as a good sign, the Narrator picked Stanley up as if he was made of glass, then he went down the whole staircase slowly, so that he didn't jolt Stanley, who was still looking ahead with a blank and dazed expression. The only sound was the shoes hitting against the metal stairs and concrete floor.

When he finally got to the room, the Narrator placed Stanley down so that he was sitting up on the floor, then he sat behind him, legs on each side of Stanley's legs, wrapped his arms around his waist and placed his 'chin' on top of Stanley's head.

"We'll get through this Stanley" the Narrator whispered as the lights began moving again, he didn't want to ruin the peace "I know I'm awful, I'm breaking rules as it is to even be here, but please...please know I care about you, we can do this"

He 'kissed' the place he had been leaning on and held Stanley closer.

"I love you Stanley"

For once, Stanley closed his eyes and was able to finally sleep. And for the first time since he came here, he felt warm and content.