SUMMARY There are secrets one holds very dear, Stanley understands that. It is one of the reasons he doesn't ask questions. But when the Narrator would often wake in the middle of the night, feel around the bed, and be calm when he feels Stanley there Stanley can't help but be worried. What happens when your history haunts you-- when your history is already so complex but so much more when you are trapped with the people you once loved? or still Love. RELATIONSHIP/S Narrator X Stanley Narrator X Timekeeper Narrator X Employee 234 Stanley X Timekeeper Stanley X Employee 234 Timekeeper X Employee 234 Timekeeper X Stanley X Narrator X Employee 234

I'm doing a collection of sad angsty shots (,along with more violent ones. In fact, fair warning, these will all be very graphic and violent.) feel free to request something specific !!! Warning: giant Tw. This is NOT for the faint of heart. There will never be grape or underaged or forced or shit like that, but after that, no limits to how violent this could get.

This is a 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. Although his job was simple, he wanted something more. A person who could accompany him. A friend perhaps. After a friend of his gave him a book titled "how to summon a demon" which she found at a garage sale. He begun coming up with a stupid idea. "What am I even thinking? Demons aren't real!" He thought to himself. Yet he never fully abandoned the thought... (I hope you guys enjoy my little silly story :] )