"Stanley, if you walk off that ledge one more time, if you kill yourself again, I will not take part in this anymore." There was a huff. "I tried to stop you but you somehow found a way around it. I refuse to try anymore." What did that mean? "Wouldn't take part"? Stanley was curious, he had to admit. And instead of asking, instead of communicating, he casted a glance at the ceiling and threw himself off the ledge for the forty-sixth time. There was a sickening thud and a large, shooting pain throughout his body before the world began to fade. "... Fine. Have it your way." Or, Stanley pushes the Narrator too far and finds himself all alone for four days. TWs will be on the first page. If you don't want to read them since they kind of spoil what's going to happen, be sure to be safe. (Art by @Douxmae on Tumblr)

This is a one to one recreation of what me and your mother did three weeks ago and what we're going to do tonight while you're sleeping and your dad is going out to get milk. Part 2 will include what I did to your father in that same night🍆😊🍑 My cum tastes like frosting on your mother's cake 😜🍑 IReady sucked my balls part 3 coming soon (maybe)