Stanley parable one-shots. Fluff, angst, romance, etc. Probably no smut

This contains Stanley x The Narrator. No smut, sorry. Also the romantic parts are written really badly because I'm aromantic so I have no idea how love is supposed to work 😩

‼️(Temporarily) Discontinued‼️ This is a Stanley Parable Fanfic :D I really really wanted to do this. Of course I have like 30 million other things I need to finish but if I don't write this I'll be sad when I have writer's block and then this will never exist. All art is created by me I'm going to do my best to write as Stanley and Narrator are presented but if I mess up be patient i'll probably notice and fix it. This will follow most of the story line and player's choices and part of my own personal headcanons. There will most likely be no smut so if you came here for that- you're out of luck. Unless it's requested I won't do it. It'll be fluff, angst, and some dark themes such as suicide and depression. Continue with caution.

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley; Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

(Cover art is not mine) [Slow-ish updates] Hidden Everything was hidden. Not just the closeted, abused boy, Travis Phelps, but a so much more terrifying thing no one should ever have found. Things of such horror that will send this broken boy far from what was his: his comfort, his home, his life source. If only he could find his way back home. TW: Like any of my other stories. . . literally all the triggers. Enter with caution.

"I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions of me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crazy about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole. My father would kill me but I can't live in his shadow forever I just...."