"And Stanley Was Happy..." ~ Stanarrator ~

"And Stanley Was Happy..." ~ Stanarrator ~

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This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley is a video game character, and he knows it. He wasn't always trapped in The Stanley Parable. He used to have a life... Probably. He can't remember, and he's accepted he won't escape anytime soon. This is also the story of a Narrator. Like Stanley, he can't remember anything from his previous life, but who cares? He enjoys narrating for Stanley, and Stanley enjoys the stories he comes up with. There are constantly new endings and secrets being added, just for Stanley. But when Stanley somehow glitches himself into the Narrator's private office, he finds himself face-to-face with the voice he's grown quite fond of. In that moment, the Narrator does something that would alter the course of their lives. ~Very inspired by the Apartment Ending~ Warning: Implications of suicide, implications of sex?, death, selective mutism, transgender people, gay people, British people, pronouns, angst
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