#tsp new script

[marionette-j2x]

"Never Judge A Book By Its Cover"

Something's/one's messing up the Parable

LORE??? 😱💥 IN MY AU??? 🫣🫢🤔🥹 ...maybe-

(Also my Stanley uses ASL. He has selective mutism and when he's not signing, he projects any necessary/important thoughts to his Narrator)

For my TSP: New Script AU

#tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #tsp stanley #tsp narrator #the stanley parable: new script au #tsp new script au #tsp fanart #tsp fandom #tspud new script au #stanarrator #stannarrator #if you squint #mentions of adventure line™ #digi art #digital art #short comic #my art #mj2x #marionettej2x #tsp new script

[blackkatdraws2]

There are more things in the Parable than Stanley knows about. [Blank Scripts AU]

#hoh boy i was going to make a comic to introduce these monsters but #i couldnt help myself and made an animation instead #because i just think they're so neat and cool okay #listen i cant for the life of me just infofump about my AU and OCs #because i just think that making actual content about my lore and stuff will not only raise the chances of people being interested #but also it will also raise my motivation to actually produce more content other than the same old recycled front-facing-profile drawings #i need to get creative with my stuff or I'll also loose interest and I DONT want that #in order to be happy with what i have i cant just think about it and expect to be given something new NOOOO i need to MAKE it ughh #i cant believe in order to get more content out of my own au i would need to draw it and feed myself ugh ugh ugh unbelievable (kidding) #but also #i wanna make a little music video or animation again for youtube #its been a hot while since ive uploaded anything in there at all #maybe an animation reel will do for now? #i hope so :( #because ive been working on expanding the Black Scripts AU #and honestly i dont regret it #i had a lot of fun making up scenarios and comics for Stanley and the Narrator (Black) #but yeah! #apart from this little video #you wont be getting an explanation on what these things are supposed to be #and why theyre there #actually i was originally gonna make this into a full fledge animation with sound effect/music/frame-by-frame movement/etc. #but i got lazy HAHA #tsp blank scripts au #tsp au #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp

[unlock-the-power-of-the-positive]

What’s Hank and Astrid’s role in tsp?? From what I’ve seen It doesn’t look like they have their own songs, so what do they do instead? :0

so hank and astrid don’t have their own songs, they’re kind of just backup dancers in all the songs! like in noel’s lament hank plays a physical version of claude, and in talia astrid actually plays a physical talia!

when karnak is introducing the choir, after introducing the main six, hank and astrid get up and expect to be introduced too! but once it doesn’t work karnak grabs a sign and holds it up, the sign says

“HANK + ASTRID”

and karnak flips is over saying

“THEY WERE CUT FROM THE ORIGINAL SCRIPT”

and in the part after the new birthday song, after noel and mischa it illuminates them talking, they say “hank i-“ “astrid i-“ and then they get cut off (just like they got cut from the script)

but even though they aren’t that prominent in the show they’re still amazing!

hope this answers ur question <3

#astrid rtc #hank rtc #jane doe rtc #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #ricky potts #karnak

[shinakazami1]

I'm just like hhh it's TSP ramble time

Stanley lived through so many different versions of his Parable life that it's so silly. He watched Narrator change the script, reuse lines, get new assets - just how did it feel, going through the 2013 Freedom after 2011 one?

Him deciding to go to the Broom Closet and hearing the addicted line that he hears somewhere else? The way Countdown ending had gotten more buttons? But no lasers?

And then - when he gets to go to the original 2011 mod, hidden in the newer version...

Is it home, Stanley?

Are you happy to be back?

Or do you consider this just another deja vu?

Another reset to go through?

#My ramblings #Tsp #The Stanley parable #The Stanley parable ultra deluxe #Tspud #2011 mod #I'm insane

[employee052]

guess who spent an hr fleshing out the lore for my tsp universe (aka what my blog is based off of, and also narry rn)

puttin this under the cut bc its long as fuck n i dont wanna clog up your dash djehfjsjf

(this was written on the bus so im so sorry for any errors skfjs)

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Fourth Wall AU

Characters:

The Narrator

Player/Oswin

Stanley

The Adventure Line/Lynne

Plot:

• The Stanley Parable (2013) started off as nothing more than a video game with a basic ai Narrator repeating a script with minor changes every run.

• Eventually, the Narrator gains consciousness but keeps to the game, trapping himself in repetition as opposed to trying to escape

• He has major issues with the endings such as the zending and the confusion ending. While he knows he was purely artificial originally, he prefers to ignore it and believe he is a real being with free will.

• Aside from the Narrator, everything in the game is coded. Stanley is just a vessel for the player, all the objects don't really talk, ad everything is planned, despite what the Narrator believes.

• He remembers every reset. Though not every ending in incredible detail. Endings like the Zending, Confusion, and the Skip Button are vague memories in his head. The skip button being a time-sped up ending and becoming a blur to him that he forgets normally.

• The Narrator knows about the developers, but cannot speak to them.

• All Stanley's input is from the players. The Narrator doesn't know this and just thinks that Stanley either has terrible memory or has vastly different mood swings.

• In the Not Stanley Ending, he realises that the player isnt the Stanley he believes he knows and splits them. Leaving the Player above the two doors room.

• The Narrator, in the HD remake, cant believe that there are real people. He knows of them, but knowing that they are with him in the game will give him an existential crisis/make him distressed, and as a result, reset the game (see: confusion, zending). So the game has a feature where it wipes his memories from the Player unplugging the phone up until they split.

• Things change when Ultra Deluxe comes out.

• The game is revamped completely, The Narrator can feel how smoother the game feels, especially since its running in unity despite it looking exactly like its 2013 version on the source engine (? fact check this)

• One major change is that the Narrator can hear some players as they play the game. Given that they have a working mic and all.

• Surprisingly he doesn't mind it. Enjoying getting reactions from his script despite the fact its real people.

• Ultra Deluxe loses the feature to reset the game if the Narrator gets too upset. Instead, its a plannes forced reset.

• Eventually, he ends up with a player whom he enjoys hearing the responses to. Responding to the Narrator like they were in a conversation as the player rambles. Internally, he's scared to break the fourth wall. Afraid it might spook the player and lose this one shred of genuine connection.

• They continue like this for a while. The narrator subtly changing the delivery of his lines to better suit the players moods. In turn the player responds as usual, without noticing that the Narrators dialogue is changing.

• Its subtle. Being more harsh and boring when they hear the player talking about an exam they should be studying for and not here playing the game so they can leave and do well. Being more soft when theres that all too familiar hurt tone in their voice while they play. Being a bit more snarky when they laugh at everything he says. The player even goes to the starry dome to study, and the Narrator feels like he is hanging out with a friend, knowing that the player would never go into the other room. (They have, once. then never again)

• At some point, the Narrator slips up and responds to something the player says and as while he fears a negative reaction, he gets a surprised gasp followed by a few noises he cant place before a "Is that new Narry dialogue?! lets fucking go!"

• The narrator sighs in relief before chuckling a bit. "Language, dear player."

• The player pauses. Now there is the silence he was afraid of.

• "...Hello?"

• "Hello, Player."

• More silence.

• "This... this isnt prerecorded right? No voice recognition system in the game-?"

• "Prerecorded?! I'll have you know I do all of my voice lines live for you players, thank you." He scoffs, somewhat offended

• "Have you been listening to every players reactions this whole time?!"

• "Well not every player of the Stanley Parable. But right now its just been you that ive been hearing for the past few months."

• "Oh my god you must've heard me talk about your voice so much- im so sorry."

• He laughs, surprisingly genuine. "Nonsense! It's been a delight hearing your responses and your voice, Player-"

• "Oswin." The player says gently, "My name is Oswin, Narrator."

• "...Well, Oswin. To be perfectly honest, I adore hearing your responses to the game and to my script. You are one of the rare few who respond as though we were in conversation and truth be told, its a welcome change to the players who tell me to piss off or talk to themselves."

• They snort. "You mean the youtubers?"

• "Definitely."

• Thus starts A friendship between Oswin and the Narrator

• With this new connection, the Narrator slowly gets used to the idea of sentience and the real world. Feeling more and more human as the friendship helps him understand his world and beyond.

• He gets used to manipulating the game around him. Locking the game to be only on Oswin's computer and being able to interact with him through screens.

• While this happens, the game slowly starts to glitch. Stanley becomes sentient, going through the same dillema the Narrator had, however the Narrator is able to reassure him and help him understand.

• It takes a bit of work, considering that Stanley up until their instance of the game locked onto Oswin's PC had undergone every ending an unfathomable amount of times. With his sentience he has to process the fact that both he and the narrator were trapped in the game with no free will.

• At this time, the Narrator manages to enter the real world. With some help of coding magic and Oswin's powers alowing him to exist in the real world.

• The Adventure Line grows sentient too. However due to the fact that the Line was never fully fleshed out as a character, when it came to the real world, it turned into a teenage girl by the name of Lynne.

• Stanley also enters the real world.

The three of them are able to pop in and out of the Parable. It being treated more like their second home

#ficswin #THE LOREEEEE #tsp narrator #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #stanley parable #tspud narrator #tsp stanley #tspud stanley #fourth wall au

[give-soup-please]

Ever since I started gathering voice clips of the narrator in the Dungeons games, I've been having waaay too much fun with the concept that that is where he went off to while being skip button'd, or after the figurine ending/epilogue. So I figured this would be a fun prompt to send you. The narrator is hard at work at his new job of narrating the Dungeons games only to realize at some point that the player is the same one who was playing TSP before a certain skip button happened, and/or when he decided to retire Stanley. I'll leave it up to you to decide how this plays out. Consider this platonic or romantic, although given that clip you reblogged, uuuhhh, romantic may be the way to go, 'cause boy does that dude drop his guard like nobody's business when you beat a final boss, apparently lol. (God, that clip still has me laughing. Spat out my drink the first time I heard it.)

(Oh, that clip. Good lord I turned into a blushing mess when I first heard it. If you (readers) haven't already, listen to it. I'll link it at the end of this post.)

The narrator discovering the same player again in a different game (romantic)

Yeah, the narrator had been crushing on you for a while. You were quite a sweet player, all told. Not the most obedient, but he always sensed your amusement and vague feelings of friendship. He can read into Stanley’s thoughts fairly well, (assuming it’s not just his own projections.) It’s not that much of a reach for him to sense the person behind Stanley’s actions.

He admires you, secretly. He wouldn’t be able to verbalize why. Maybe it’s the way he can feel your amusement at his jokes, or your sympathy as he struggles to tell his story. You’re empathizing with a fiction, spending time with someone who isn’t quite as real as he’d like to be. 

The two of you bumble along, having a good time, like always, being friends and having fun. Even if you do drag along that damnable bucket from time to time. Things are perfect.

But… He really should move on from the parable. It’s not a matter of the parable having gone stale, far from it. He’s always egged both himself and Stanley on, thinking ‘just one more run’, or something similar. 

Between the skip button and other similar developments, he’s grown as a person quite a bit. He’s mellowed out a little, and become more kind around the edges. He’s changed, but the parable remains forever static, an intentional part of its design. He’s honestly, authentically, ready to go.

The truth is, leaving the parable isn’t as hard as leaving you. You’ll never hear him admit to it, but… it is what it is. He is who he is, and you- You are wonderfully, beautifully you. He sighs. There’s definitely some lingering remorse. He says that he’ll give the story one more run, then retire it for good.

And then- Out of all possible endings you could take for his last retelling, out of every single choice- You take the freedom ending. One last perfect run. You skip past the broom closet, you wait for him to instruct you on which numbers fit in the keypad, no delays or false paths taken.

After everything the two of you have been through, you’re giving him the best send off he could ask for. He’s never cried happy tears before, but he definitely gets close as he gives out his last narration. The world fades to white, and then the black of the loading screen. He wants to make sure you have company. You’ve given him that, it’s the least he could do in return.

So he leaves behind a copy of himself, one that’s not aware of the player. 

The copy is just like him in every way, just less self aware. It doesn’t have any memories of his decision to leave. It will provide entertainment as best it can. But it won’t be him. And it will not love you like he does. He doesn’t want competition. Let him have that one selfish thought, please. He doesn’t want anyone else to fall in love with you.

Months pass. Maybe years. He takes on other narration jobs, and has an absolute blast. It’s enjoyable, having someone else come up with a script instead of him. He gets to relax, and narrate to his heart’s content. People clamor for his voice, and he doesn’t have to put any of the effort into coming up with words. It’s perfect.

A script lands on his desk for a game series called ‘Dungeons’. He shrugs his metaphysical shoulders. Seemed like an easy gig, why not?

He inhabits the game, and narrates to his heart’s content. He watches players come and go, and thinks about you often. His throat hurts every time he does. 

Ah. Another new player arrives. He cracks his knuckles, and distantly wonders whether this one will complete the game, or stop before they make it that far.

He does his job to the best of his ability. He always does- he’s a professional after all. He gives the standard opening lines, and the two of you progress through the game, just like old times.

There’s something achingly familiar about you, but the narrator does his best to not be rattled.

He’s moved on from his own game, but certainly not from you.

Then he delivers a witty bit of dialogue, perfectly salted and sarcastic, and you laugh. Your presence is filled with amusement, with joy, and he knows it’s you. No one else had the same essence. The same spirit, colored with different emotions.

He has a bit of a positive breakdown, and tries to keep his narration even.

Here? Now? Of all times and all places? This had to be proof. This had to mean something. He holds his tongue, difficult though it is. He’s elated on the inside. You’ve got the same setup you’ve always had, headset with mic attached. He listens to you react to him, and is filled with pure bliss.

His jaw drops as you dedicatedly play through the game, never faltering, never giving up. Sometimes friends of yours will visit, and crack jokes about what you’re doing. You say to them, “Hell yeah, I’m having a great time. I can’t believe it’s the same narrator. It’s so nice to hear new dialogue again. You watch, I’m not going to stop until I’ve heard everything.”

If he had a physical form, he would be blushing. He’s astounded. The amount of pure joy he’s feeling right now is beyond description. He watches you smash through enemies and beat levels with a dedication he rarely sees.

And then, you beat the final boss. His normal dialogue is to just congratulate the player, plain and simple. The end, roll credits. For the first time he can remember, he tosses his script aside and does something off the cuff.

“Yes! Wow! You did it! Forget about talking to you in the third person crap, you really did it! Incredible! I could hug you, I could kiss you, but hey, I’m just a voice in a video game…”

You roar with laughter and delight, and your face heats up a little. “Hah! I wish.” 

He freezes. That’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to a confirmation. He has to press forward.

“Oh, really~?” He purrs. You choke on your drink. “W-woah, that almost sounded like a direct response-”

“Stranger things have happened, reader.”

You cringe at yourself for taking a chance that would make you look ridiculous if anyone else was in the room with you. “Is… Is it really you? Not just a narrator, the narrator. From The Stanley Parable. I mean, hell- i’d recognize your voice anywhere, but- is- are you all of… you?” It’s not the best way to phrase it, you know. 

He rolls his eyes affectionately. “Of course it’s me. Why, with a voice as distinguished and excellent as mine-” You cut off his boasting with another laugh. He never gets tired of hearing it.

You start to tease him back. “Alright, well, you seemed pretty interested in kissing me earlier. I’m not one for long distance relationships, but I’m sure I can make this work.”

“Erm- Well- I-” His brain is malfunctioning. “I- I can try something. Put your lips to the screen.”

You do. There's a slight static buzz from your computer. Your lips are zapped. You pull back. “Uh-”       

“Oops. That was a stronger pulse than I wanted it to be. Still, I do find your presence rather… Electrifying.”

You say nothing for a few moments. “Well, this has been fun, but-”

“No, no, no, no, come back!” You’re trying your best to hold in your laughter.

So begins one of the oddest relationships you’ve ever had. 

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader

[twinstrangersp]

2024 Network Update!

It's officially 2024! Wondering what you can expect from TSP in the coming year? We've posted a Patreon update with news of what's to come! Exciting stuff!

You can read up on the update on our Patreon, or under the read more below!

And if you're looking for TSP and show related news, be sure to check out our official website for information regarding both, being updated constantly!

More info below:

So, what can you expect in 2024? Take a look below as to what we have planned!

Bonus Syntax Content!: Along with the S3 bloopers we recently released, we're planning on showcasing scripted bonus episodes, more biographies, Breach survival guides, AND table reads! We recently had an issue with table reads that's put a stop to our uploads, but never fear, we're jumping on it as soon as possible! 

Patreon Exclusive Shows!: Since we have a little more time during production break, we're beginning the process of our first Patreon exclusive show! We're excited to fully bring you TSP Presents with it's first miniseries -- can you guess which we're working on first?? Along with our miniseries, we're also continuing our DnD campaign with the cast and crew of TSP, and you can expect TWO more episodes coming your way this week! Lots of chaos and fun times to be had, we promise ;)

New Network Shows!: While we've been hard at work on Syntax, we've had some things brewing in the background! We have a brand new show in production RIGHT NOW, and will be releasing auditions soon -- if you've ever been interested in voice acting with us, keep an eye out! We're also looking to recruit other shows from fantastic and diverse creators, so we're hoping to have more news in that regard soon, too!

New Merch Coming Soon!: You may recall that Patrons get a sneak peek at merch, and we'll DEFINITELY have some of that coming soon! We can give a hint that it will be for our first network show, The Moon Crown~ We're tremendously excited for what our artists and M. Molder have been cooking up for you!

As always, THANK YOU SO MUCH for being a part of our community! We are so eternally grateful for the supporters we have, and we will never take it for granted! Get excited for new content COMIN' YOUR WAY SOON!

#twinstrangersp #twinstrangersproductions #twin strangers productions #syntax #syntaxpod

[spring-heeledjack]

Higher and Lower

a lil fic based on me and my friend's playthrough of tsp :)

The Narrator straightened the papers on his desk, preparing his script as the game was launched. He wondered what The Player would choose to do this time around. They had only played The Stanley Parable once when they first bought it, and they hadn’t played for long. They got the Freedom Ending and called it quits, closing the game and letting it sit there on their desktop for a couple months.

The intro cutscene played and The Narrator read over his lines accordingly.

“This is the story of a man named Stanley,” he read. “Stanley worked in a big building where he was employee number 427.”

“Oh, so close to 420.” The Player said. The Narrator was startled. This was not The Player from before, the one who played The Freedom Ending and left. This voice was higher than theirs. Nevertheless, The Narrator continued with his lines until The Player was in control.

This new Player went around inspecting every little thing about The Office before continuing, and it was starting to bore The Narrator. Here he had been so excited for his game to be played again and now his Player was wasting time looking for secrets that did not exist.

“Does that mug say fuck?” The Player asked, maneuvering Stanley around a desk with a white mug on it. Due to Stanley’s limited maneuverability, The Player was not able to read what the mug said, all they could see were the letters F and U.

“You’ll never know.” Said a deeper voice. Ah, so there was the old Player. They were letting their friend play the game.

Almost reluctantly, The Player had Stanley leave the first room and walk down the hallway. The two Players joked with each other the whole way.

“God, why is Stanley so short?” The higher voice asked. They seemed to be gaging the height of Stanley and a nearby copy machine. “Certified manlet.”

The Narrator chuckled at this, and he was glad he had his mic switched off. He was only further amused by Stanley scrunching his nose.

“The game saw you and was like, ‘we have to adjust accordingly’.” The lower voice said. So, the Player with the higher voice was short, at least shorter than the Player with the deeper voice.

The Narrator had a habit of filing away whatever information about his Players that he could in a little file that only had access to. If he were human, he might’ve known that this was very creepy, but unfortunately The Narrator was not human.

So far he had concluded that the Player with the higher voice was playing The Stanley Parable on the Player with the lower voice’s computer, and that the higher voiced Player was shorter than the lower voiced one.

…The Narrator decided to hereby refer to the two Players as Higher and Lower, as what he was calling them before was quite a mouthful.

The Player eventually came upon The Two Doors Room, their first choice. 

“When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”

When Stanley entered the door on his right, The Narrator figured that Higher was not the same kind of Player as Lower.

“This was not the correct way to the meeting room and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it.”

“No, listen to the narrator!” Lower insisted. Higher only snickered. “I love disobeying!”

Stanley smirked. Though The Players couldn’t see it, The Narrator could. He scoffed once he’d flicked his mic off. He knew that Stanley loved it when Players spited him.

“Ah, yes, truly a room worth admiring. It had really been worth the detour after all, just to spend a few moments in this immaculate, beautifully constructed room. Stanley simply stood there, drinking it all in.”

Higher had Stanley look around the employee lounge, inspecting the vending machine and coffee pot.

“I think I saw this exact mug back when we first left Stanley’s office.” Higher noted. “Narrator, are you reusing assets? Tsk, tsk.”

Stanley grinned as Higher mocked him.

“Yeeesss,” He added a bit more edge to his delivery. “Really, really worth it being here in this room. A room so utterly captivating that, even though your co-workers have mysteriously vanished, here you sit, looking at these chairs and some paintings.”

To The Narrator’s relief, The Player walked Stanley out of the lounge and down the hallway. They walked until they reached the room with the platform.

In the middle of his dialogue, The Player had Stanley throw himself from the platform. 

“But in his eagerness to prove that he was in control of the story and no one gets to tell him what to do, Stanley leapt from the platform and plunged to his death. Good job, Stanley. Everyone thinks you’re very powerful.” The Narrator said ‘Stanley’, but what he meant was ‘Player’. 

“I think Stanley’s powerful.” Higher said.

“Stanley’s so powerful!” Lower chimed in.

“I love Stanley, he’s just a little guy.”

The Narrator bristled. What was so great about Stanley? Stanley didn’t have a personality (as far as they knew). He was a husk! A classic Silent Protagonist for The Player to project their emotions on! Stanley was not made to be loved!

The Narrator pushed these thoughts aside and focused back onto the story, waiting for The Player to choose a new path.

Unfortunately for him, Higher decided to go through with The Powerful ending three more times, throwing Stanley off of the platform to his demise. Lower even had the gall to comment on how ‘satisfying’ the sound of Stanley’s body slamming into the cold, hard, unforgiving floor was. And Higher even made a game of trying to land Stanley on top of one of the trucks.

Stanley was becoming weary from the repeated painful deaths and The Narrator was getting bored with the same ending.

The fifth time Stanley entered The Two Doors Room, The Narrator delivered his line and waited for Stanley to enter the right door once again when the two Players started arguing.

“Why won’t you listen to the narrator, you’re gonna make him angry!” Lower said. “Just play his game!”

“Fiiiiiine.”

“Finally.” The Narrator huffed while his mic was off.

Stanley started walking towards the left door while The Narrator readied his lines. 

Stanley entered the left door.

Or at least he would’ve if he hadn’t banged his forehead on the doorframe.

The Narrator began laughing as Stanley rubbed his bruising forehead, careful to keep his hand out of his own line of sight so that The Players wouldn’t see.

Speaking of The Players, they were also laughing.

“Oh my- oh my god, you are so stupid!” Lower cackled. “Please tell me that was a bit!” 

“No, that was an accident!” Higher wheezed. “I- oh, I’m so sorry, Stanley!”

Stanley glared up at the ceiling, still rubbing his throbbing forehead. He straightened up as he felt The Player taking control again.

Everything was fine after that, for a while. Higher seemed to be following his instructions and Stanley wasn’t forcibly bumped into any objects.

Until Higher found The Broom Closet.

“Stanley stepped into the broom closet, but there was nothing here, so he turned around and got back on track.”

Stanley did not turn around and get back on track. Higher had Stanley inspect the tools on the shelf.

“Please, I want a weapon.” Higher said while Stanley continuously walked into the shelf. 

“There was nothing here. No choice to make, no path to follow, just an empty broom closet. No reason to still be here.”

Higher had Stanley crouch in a corner. They actually found a glitch where Stanley could crouch without The Player pressing control.

“Look, no hands!”

“It was baffling that Stanley was still just sitting in the broom closet. He wasn't even doing anything, At least if there were something to interact with, he'd be justified in some way.”

Stanley grinned as The Player continued to defy.

“As it is, he's literally just standing there, doing sweet FA.”

“Woah, narrator!”

“Watch your language, narrator!”

The Narrator had to admit, that had him smiling just a bit. Overtime, he had come to find Higher and Lower’s commentaries and nonsensical jokes endearing. He hadn’t asked him, but it seemed that Stanley felt the same, especially since both Players seemed fond of him. It was usually The Narrator that everyone fawned over.

Stanley stayed in The Broom Closet and The Narrator continued with his lines. The Players began talking about fan artists, specifically the way they draw The Narrator. This rather excited The Narrator. While he had access to the statistics - who played for how long and things such as - he had never seen a single fanwork.

“I’ve noticed a trend in the ways people draw the narrator.” Higher said. “There’s eldritch abomination, flat, speech bubble and old man.”

“Love that for him.”

“There’s this one artist on Tumblr who draws the narrator as a stout old man and I love it so much.”

As much as The Narrator enjoyed hearing about fan interpretations of him, he had lines to deliver.

“Stanley was fat and ugly and really, really stupid. He probably only got the job because of a family connection; that's how stupid he is.”

The Players began laughing harder than when Higher had Stanley bump into the doorframe. They didn’t stop laughing even when The Narrator continued speaking.

“That, or with drug money. Also, Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers.”

The Players started laughing even harder. Stanley pouted at the ceiling. Whether he was pouting at The Narrator or at The Players for laughing was debatable.

Higher started choking as they tried to stop laughing. The Narrator bit his tongue to stop himself from reminding them to breathe.

“Ah, god,” Higher sighed as they got ahold of themself. “This was worth it.”

Stanley left The Broom Closet.

“Ah, hold on,” Lower said. There was some rustling around. “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll wait for you.” Higher said. The Narrator assumed they started to fidget with their mouse, as Stanley started shaking his head wildly.

“You’re gonna give him whiplash!”

“He’s stimming, leave him alone.”

Stanley suddenly stopped moving. The Narrator watched him blink as the feeling of being puppeteered gradually left him. The Players’ voices grew muffled as Higher paused the game.

The Narrator chuckled at Stanley’s mussed hair. The man popped his neck, free to make bigger motions now that The Player was being shown the pause screen and couldn’t see him.

“They’re certainly an entertaining pair.”

Stanley signed, ‘Loud.’

“What the hell?” Higher muttered. “Was that the narrator?”

The Narrator choked. He thought both Players had left the room!

He quickly thought of a way to play his mistake off. A part of the game, perhaps?

“Hello, are you still there? Time is ticking! We don’t have all day for you to get food or feed your cat!”

“Oh shit!” Higher laughed through their speech. “That’s so cool!”

The Narrator beamed at his own cunning. Stanley just rolled his eyes.

‘Not that smart.’ He signed. The Narrator scoffed at him.

“Stanley seems to be getting bored. Why don’t you unpause the game and throw him off that platform again?”

Stanley crossed his arms and glared at the ceiling as Higher laughed. The Narrator could hear a door open and close again.

“Dude! Dude, listen to this!” Higher called.

“Hmmm?”

“Are you finished with whatever you’re doing yet? Finished with whatever it was that was so important that you just had to pause my game to do it?”

“Ayo!”

The Narrator swelled with pride at his improvisation. Stanley rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t suppress an amused smile.

#wilde.fic #the stanley parable #the narrator #its very late rn and im v tired but i wanted to post this

[charonte-simi]

I'm going insane.

I went through the song & dance of confirming my account & ID with this TSP rep & told them the issue I'm having with this rollover. They said they'd forward me to someone else who could help with the 401k rollover stuff.

I sat on hold for 5 mins. I then got transfered to the same fucking guy again. I tell him I was literally just talking to him before he transfered me but he refuses to break script & made me do the same fucking confirmation nonsense again.

Finally got to speak to a supervisor who says he can transfer me to the rollover department (the ppl i was *just* talking to) cause they would have more info.

They're so fucking lucky they don't have a local office. They'd get so sick of seeing my face. I should be getting confirmation, in writing, that this bullshit is finished next week but I'm not holding my breath. I stg I think I'd have more luck driving all the way to their office in New Jersey to sort this shit out in person.

They're fucking with me and idk why

#im so far past annoyed. or even frustrated. im just pissed off and angry now #i was going to just withdraw the funds and eat the 10% tax and put that towards me car payment #i could've moved sooner #but now i have to shift gears *again* #im so angry #i dont understand why theyre doing this to me #i dont have enough of an ego to think the world is out to get me or some shit. but they're literally just fucking with me!! why?!? #AHHHHH #i should get reparations for all the psychological damage they're causing me #simi speaks

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

I posted 5,651 times in 2022

That's 4,649 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (2%)

5,566 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@looney-mooney

@yepiamthesmileyface

@grim-ghastly

@the-town-fool

I tagged 524 of my posts in 2022

#my art - 49 posts

#dhmis - 47 posts

#the stanley parable - 43 posts

#art - 29 posts

#tsp - 26 posts

#tspud - 23 posts

#the stanley parable ultra deluxe - 21 posts

#stanarrator - 19 posts

#for later - 19 posts

#illustration - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#some may be like ‘oh he’s a cis dude so you must be cis’ but i will go ‘my pronouns are they/them and my gender is unknown even to i’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Dhmis - FEELINGS (fan script)

Disclaimer: I am not British, sorry if that makes it weird

Content Includes: Violence and Extreme Anger that leads to violence

And so it begins:

(Like usual, a new version of the intro song plays)

There’s three of us!

There’s three of us!

Look closely and you’ll see

There’s three of us

Just three of us

It’s him and you and me

And everyday we all hang out

To find out what we talk about

Red: And I think I am remembering

Yellow: And it hurts my brain to…(singing stops) what?

Duck: Remembering? Remembering what?

Red: I dunno, I think it’s…all the things that have been happening to us.

Duck: What do you mean?

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#4

“The World Began Anew” (Stanley and the Narrator Have Feelings Pt. 3)

Warning/Notice: So cheesy, shorter, and it’s a slow burn ahead <3

The world began anew.

Stanley winced slightly. He had been taking a nap after falling asleep to the narrator’s calming whispers. He knew the narrator had his tapes, he knew he didn’t always forget, but he also knew that the narrator didn’t always remember and Stanley wasn’t sure the tapes would either. Should he keep hope? Would not having it hurt less?

His mind quieted once he realized the narrator was not speaking. Perhaps he remembered and skipped his intro! Or maybe Stanley had spaced out for so long that he had already finished. Or maybe-

“I remember.”

Stanley looked up at the ceiling, letting the hope seep into him.

“Stanley, I remember!” the Narrator shouted joyfully, laughing in relief, “I remember your dog and my body and our conversations and our past! I remember it all!”

Stanley jumped for joy while crying happily, “You remembered!”

As their laughter and excitement died down into a calm, yet giddy feeling, Stanley and the Narrator (indirectly) looked at each very fondly.

“Oh, I almost forgot about my body, dear boy! Let’s go fetch it so we can look at each other as I keep remembering!”

It was a very quick process with the help of the adventure line. Both Stanley and the Narrator felt at home as the Narrator drifted into his comfortable metal and embraced Stanley once again. The adventure line curled around both of them, and they stayed like for a nice while.

“This is lovely, my dear fellows, but if you would not mind, I’d like to have some more adventures!”

Stanley nodded and cheered, “Let’s go!”

===

“Okay, so we’ve tried finding everything already within the game on purpose, but what if we looked for holes?”

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38 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

Bro I put most of the Stanley’s Parable intro into AI Dungeon to write fics and the latest one is fricking crazy because Stanley’s boss threatens to kill him if he doesn’t help him buy a fridge

53 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

I got feminine hips but I ain’t afraid of eighth graders

67 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I got sucked into the Stanley x Narrator ship so I present to you: A falling in love fic collab with ai dungeon

Stanley and The Narrator Have Feelings

WARNING: Very cheesy, I was just having fun with it so yeah

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 might 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 realized that 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. All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean?

This is what Stanley had thought of around a month ago. He was now fully aware of his situation and in figuring it out, he got to know the Narrator. The Narrator was the one who had given the orders, who had told Stanley exactly what to do, when to do it, and in what order. Stanley didn't always obey, but that kept things interesting, when the Narrator ordered him around that was. Nowadays, Stanley and the Narrator decided on adventures together, as their fondness for each other had grown.

One day, the Narrator told Stanley that he had a surprise for him. "I have a delivery for you today," he said. "From a friend of mine." "The adventure line?" Stanley guessed with a smile. The narrator chuckled, "You've guessed it".

Stanley was led to a giant shipping container, just like the ones on the docks. The container was at least fifteen feet tall and as wide as a house. "Can I open it?" Stanley said excited. "I've never seen it opened!" The Narrator gave in and told Stanley he could open the container.

Stanley looked at the container with wonder. "How do you open it?" he asked. The Narrator laughed, as he had expected the question. "I made you a button," he told Stanley with a grin. Stanley fidgeted excited, awaiting the button.

A platform slid away on the ground and a pedestal rose up to Stanley's abdomen. A red button the size of Stanley's hand shone in the light of the storage room. Stanley looked up at the ceiling, as if waiting the narrator's permission.

"Don't wait up on me, dear boy! Go ahead," the Narrator said. And with that, Stanley gently slammed the button and the container opened. He was surprised to see a pile of boxes stacked at the top, but he was even more surprised when he opened one and saw a robot the size of a refrigerator inside. "He could keep us company!" Stanley exclaimed to the Narrator, "Or maybe you could posses him so we can do a hand shake!" The Narrator agreed and told Stanley to do whatever he wanted, as he always did.

Stanley looked at the robot for a moment and said, "I'll play with him later. For now, I need to find a power switch, or else..."

"Go ahead and move him around," the Narrator said, "I trust your judgement."The narrator would never admit it, but Stanley’s remark about the handshake had him thinking. Wouldn’t it be nice to meet Stanley’s eyes and hold his hands and sit beside him. He spoke up saying, “You can still do whatever you want, Stanley, but I would not be opposed to a handshake.” And once again, Stanley was surprised. "That's not a big deal, is it?"

"Oh no, not at all," the Narrator said. Stanley tried to contain his joy as the narrator possessed the robot. The narrator was much taller than him now, but he was not afraid. "Oh goodness," the narrator joked, "You still have to look up at me even now!" And with that he gave the robot a test run. It didn't move, and he laughed. Stanley pulled him towards him, giggling as well. Stanley thought the narrator’s hands were pleasantly cool and the narrator thought Stanley’s were pleasantly warm. “I like this,” Stanley whispered. The narrator nodded for the first time in his life. Stanley laughed with glee. As the narrator got used to his new body, he was also getting used to Stanley's touch. He needed help sometimes and Stanley was there for him. Despite being of metal, it made him feel warm inside. It's been so long since someone made him feel that way, he thought. He decided to test out a funny habit Stanley had: Pressing buttons.

He pressed the big red button from earlier. It gave him a type serotonin he never knew existed. He spammed the button saying, "I now understand why you like this, Stanley" he said. But then he pause, sulking a little bit. He apologized, "I'm sorry I made fun of you, Stanley."

Stanley looked up at him and his eyes appeared to soften. "I know," he said, "It wasn't very nice, was it?"

"It's quite all right," Stanley said, "It's good to have someone who can get a laugh out of me." The two of them laughed for a bit, until the narrator realized something. He blushed as he asked, "Can I give you a hug, Stanley?"

Stanley gave a shy little laugh, and the two of them embraced. The narrator felt his cheeks warm up. He was never this emotional, he thought. He pulled away and said, "Dear boy, I think I need to sit down. Too many feelings."

Stanley nodded in understanding, holding out his hand for the narrator to take. The narrator took it gently as they headed to the employee's lounge. The building had been empty for many years, but the couches were still comfortable, and the Narrator enjoyed the feeling of being able to sit.

Stanley sat down as well and hummed, content to simply be in the narrator's presence. The narrator felt nice, too. "I feel like something changed today, Stanley. I think I feel at home here," he said. Stanley thought about this for a moment and said, "Me too. It's kind of nice not having to talk to you through a ceiling." The narrator's lips turned up a bit at that and he reached over and took Stanley's hand. They sat like this for a few minutes, hand in hand.

"I want to tell you something, Stanley," the narrator said. He looked at Stanley's hand in his own and continued, "I really like you, dear boy. I'm glad I met you." The narrator continued to hold Stanley's hand, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. "It is very nice to be able to like someone again." Stanley could do little other than smile at this. He let go of the narrator's hand for a minute and went to sit next to his dear friend, wiping the tears from the Narrator's eyes. Stanley rested his head on the Narrator's shoulder and hugged the narrator tightly. The narrator wrapped an arm around him as well and the two of them sat that way for a long time.

After a few minutes of silence, the Narrator said, "I would like nothing more than to stay with you, Stanley, forever."

Stanley chuckled lightly and nodded in understanding. "Me too." The narrator went quiet before mumbling shyly, "Stanley, you make me feel things. Good things but goodness, is it strange." Stanley laughed at that. "I've never had that happen before. It's nice." The narrator smiled at that.

"You make me feel things too, you know," Stanley said. "How would you describe how I make you feel?" The narrator asked. Stanley blushes and stuttered, "Well, humans call it love, it's kind of warm and it makes your heart beat fast but it's really nice and you don't have to feel the same and I know it's-" "I feel the same way" the narrator said calmly. Stanley stopped rambling only to turn as red as a strawberry. He was so embarrassed. He said, "We shouldn't be talking like this." He didn't know if making the Narrator feel this way was right. "And yet we do," the narrator said, meeting Stanley's eyes. Stanley held the narrator's face in his hands and hesitantly questioned, "Can I kiss you?"

"Whatever you want," the narrator replied, leaning in closer.

Stanley kissed the Narrator. It felt nice and right, and he didn't want to stop. So he didn't. They kissed, and it just kept getting better. As their lips parted, they smiled at each other. The Narrator placed a hand on Stanley's chest, leaning towards him, and the two of them continued to hold one another, softly kissing. As they parted, Stanley tackled the Narrator over and his companion groaned. "You're ridiculous. We were having a moment, Stanley," he scoffed with no malice. Stanley said nothing as he curled up next to the narrator, half lying on him like a pillow. "Your back's gonna hurt later, Stanley." "I know," Stanley said softly, "but I just want to be with you." The narrator held him in his arms. "Fair enough. I certainly don’t dislike this."

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[marionette-j2x]

Stanley and the Narrator in different styles. (The first one is actually their main style while the last two are styles made for whenever I'm 'too tired to draw details' but still wanted to draw. Did that make sense? 🤔🥱😵‍💫)

The Stanley Parable: New Script AU

#tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #tsp stanley #tsp stanarrator #if u squint #tsp narrator #narratorverse #paraverse #tsp fanart #tsp new script au #the stanley parable: new script au #tsp new script #stannarrator #digi art #digital art #my art #mj2x #marionettej2x #the narrator and stanley

[thesinematic-pineapple]

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#tv commercial production companies

[neverendingparable]

TSP RP Masterpost

How to start

Blogs: Whether you have a side blog or a main blog is up to you. You can’t send asks or follow from side blogs, but it’s easier when you don’t need to log in and out between blogs, especially when you have multiple ones. 

Choosing your name: You can choose employee-[insert number here] (ie employee-428) if you have an employee oc, the-[unique trait or name]-parable (ie the-confusion-parable, the-mariella-parable), using a quote (ie: get-out-of-the-broom-closet) or anything related to the game. Obviously you don’t need to reference TSP, but it can help people find you easier. 

Here’s a list of tsp related urls you can use!

Interaction: Don’t be afraid to introduce yourself with a post or to follow people you are interested in. Just make sure to read the rules of a blog first before you follow or interact. The best way to break the ice is with an ask meme sent in!

Sometimes blogs will post starter calls, where you only need to like the post for them to write you a brand new starter for your muses to interact.

Or you can reblog this post to let people know you are a tsp roleplayer!

Etiquette

Standard roleplay etiquette applies to roleplaying. Such as

no god modding (controlling other people’s characters without permission)

ask before you hurt someone’s character 

read everyone’s rules before you interact

tag triggers (common triggers are nsfw, heavy topics, flashing gifs, gore and blood)

chemistry vs no chemistry. some people prefer pre-established relationships, some people prefer relationships between muses to happen naturally

reblog karma (not everyone practices this. reblog karma is when you reblog a meme from someone, you are expected to send one in as well)

cut your posts if they get too long (xkit has an editable reblog feature)

don’t start drama (instead of call out posts, try talking to the person first)

mutuals only (these blogs only roleplay if you follow them and they follow you. please respect them if they have this in their rules)

private / selective (these people only roleplay with blogs they feel are a good fit to them)

Reoccurring Headcanons

Of course your blog is your business, and how you worldbuild as well. But here are some common headcanons previous tsp blogs have utilized:

Muses can travel to other dimensions accidently or purposefully through doors. 

Offices are connected through portals that appear as normal doors, letting Stanleys, employees and Narrators meet their alternates or visit other Offices.

Restarts can heal injuries and happen automatically when you die. Most people remember restarts.

The Narrator has a control room he uses to restart the Story, read his script and watch Stanley. Sometimes that room can be found by muses.

Some muses were trapped in the Office once the Parable started and can’t find their way out. 

People don’t age or age very slowly in the Office (often a side effect of restarts)

Offices can be sentient beings who will work with or against the Narrator

Some Stanleys are mute and use sign language or notes to communicate

Worldbuilding

Every Office is unique! While there are reoccurring themes in the TSP RP community, feel free to make your own rules.

Do muses remember what happens after restarts?

Are they aware of alternate versions of themselves?

Can your Stanley speak?

What relationship do your muses have with Narrators, Stanleys, or Curators?

Is your Narrator violent and cruel, just as trapped as Stanley, or do they mean well?

Do you have a Curator? A Mariella or a Line?

Does your employee oc know what happened? Do they know Stanley? Did they notice people disappearing or were they also trapped in the Parable?

Does the Narrator have any powers outside from admin privileges?

Is there a higher power that controls the Narrator?

Resources

Roleplay themes for your blog

The Stanley Parable wikia

The entire TSP dialogue

A great roleplay resource blog for beginners or those who want to learn more

Finding a name // surname generator

Roleplay themes 2

rpmemequeen (meme resources)

rp-meme-glaceon (meme resources)

sexlessrpmemes (meme resources and info posts)

publicservicememe (psa resources for roleplay blogs)

A list of roleplay terms

How to start roleplaying

Roleplaying sins

@the-stanley-parable-roleplay

Most importantly, have fun with it. No one will judge you based on how “unique” or “basic” your designs are. We’ve all been the new person in the group and we all know how anxious newcomers can be. 

If you have any questions or want advice on roleplaying, the stanley parable, etc, feel free to hit me up here with an ask or a IM!

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable rp #tsp rp #tsp rp community #roleplay masterpost #pls let me know if any links are broken #also you can ask for advice on the-stanley-parable-roleplay blog #the stanley parable ultra deluxe

[incorrectstanleyparablequotes]

So what do you think the TSP folks are doing during quarantine? 

I like to think Mariella is the only one who actually keeps a schedule and works from home. 

Meanwhile the Narrator is trying to grind out new scripts in between caffeine fueled nervous breakdowns, the Curator is binge shopping on Amazon and Stanley has given up on the concept of time. 

He also takes on new bizarre hobbies every week like worm farming, the Daedric alphabet and ventriloquism. 

#not a quote #covid mention #the stanley parable #anyone else drinking more coffee nowadays or is it just me #admin fae #anyway gimme your ideas!

[katybirdy95]

Starz seems to be on a role with these historical dramas as they have now ordered a series on Eleanor of Aquitaine based on the historical fiction books by Alison Weir.

Will the series be as good as other productions based on Eleanor’s life? The likelihood isn’t great.

Although, I think we can all say that it will be better that TSP and the reason being is that yes Alison Weir plays fast and loose with the facts and likes to shock her readers, but in my opinion, she’s better at writing a story than PG.

I have read a couple of Alison’s books and although there are a few I didn’t like due to the depictions of her main characters *cough* Anne Boleyn *cough* her writing is decent and she knows how to set up plots and although I had major issues with her book The Lady Elizabeth, I actually liked the majority of the book (I was sixteen at the time, so that might have something to do with it) and EF will not be writing this new series, instead we will be having script writer Suzie Conklin who was the writer for A Discovery of Witches, The Musketeers and Cranford, which seems promising.

I actually think this new series might turn out well and in any case, nothing can be as bad as The Spanish Princess, but at the same time we’ve already had some amazing actresses play Eleanor, could a new actress be able to fill in the shoes of Eileen Atkins, Glenn Close or Katharine Hepburn?

In conclusion, one thought I had was why are they adapting Alison Weir and Philippa Gregory’s works when they have better authors like Sharon Kay Penman and Elizabeth Chadwick who have written about Eleanor and in Sharon’s case The Wars of The Roses, it might also be that those authors don’t wish to sell their book rights. I also have only seen the first few episodes of Outlander, but from what I hear it’s a good show and that’s Starz.

Everyone let me know your opinions? Do you think we’ll get pregnancy armour for some reason? Do you think they might adapt Alison’s Tudor Queen books? Let me know?

#eleanor of aquitaine #historical drama #alison weir

[give-soup-please]

I am looking intensely 👁👁

This request totally isn’t based on a real life experience (he says, sarcastically)

Narrator and teen reader who used to play TSP daily, disappeared for a few months abruptly, then randomly came back, revealing their mother had smashed their computer as punishment and they had to pay for a new one themself?

Whether you can write this or not, I don’t mind. I hope you are doing well !! Have a wonderful day, you deserve the world :)

(vex, bud, sounds like you've been through it. I hope this cheers you up a bit. I wrote this while listening to sad music, so it turned out a bit more angsty than I intended.)

Narrator and a reader who ‘disappeared’ because their laptop got smashed. (platonic)

The narrator is very happy with the friendship the two of you have. He runs his story to your heart’s content, for as long as you ask.

You hop on the mic often, so the two of you can hold proper conversations. He’s not meant to pull himself off script, but it’s hard not to. 

So he doesn’t completely derail himself, but his delivery changes, and sometimes he’s content to let you linger in certain spots. 

Even within the limitations of the parable, he’s found a way to be content. It’s remarkable.

But then one day- you just… don’t show up. The narrator isn’t worried. Sometimes you go a day or two without playing, due to work or school. It was rare, but not unheard of.

It’s been almost a week. Are you sick? Surely he should be comforting you if you aren’t feeling well. He should be reading you bedtime stories to help you sleep better. But, he’s sure that you’ll try and make up for lost time when you come back.

Two weeks go by. He’s seriously worried now. He begins pushing against the boundaries of his game, something that’s definitely against the rules. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you safe? You wouldn’t just- Surely you wouldn’t just leave him behind. You promised.

Three weeks go by. He’s battering at the boundaries of his game. Something must give. Something has to- You wouldn’t- you wouldn’t do this to him! He knows you better than that. He can feel the mantras coming on. Those memories he does his best to keep pushed down. Talking, with no one listening. Being consumed by the blackness. 

Four weeks go by. The barrier between his game and the rest of your computer shatters. He surges forward, intent on finding you himself, but- He doesn’t understand what he’s looking at. You explained to him the concept of a computer program once, but nothing he’s seeing matches your description.

He travels through circuitry, through programs. Everything is dark. Things are supposed to be running, there’s supposed to be noises of components being used. It’s quiet. Too quiet. The programs don’t work properly, it’s all just data.

He does what he can with his limited abilities. He’s stuck in your broken laptop for the time being, but he still stumbles across things. Photographs of you and your friends, a few folders with saved images, and oh, his heart breaks. There are some potential designs of what he might look like as well. Some saved fanfiction…

He paws through your stuff, inconsolable. Is this really all he has left of you? His first and only friend? He sinks to the ‘ground’ and gives up. There’s no way to contact you, no way for him to let you know that he’s still there. 

He doesn’t notice as the weeks go by. He doesn’t notice anything, except for how he feels and the things you’ve saved to your hard drive. You promised. The friendship between the two of you was never supposed to end. That even if there was some distance between the two of you- the end is never the end is never the end is-

He takes a shuddering breath. He’s not going down that road again. As tempting as the mantra is, he will not give in. There has to be some reasonable explanation for this, he’s sure of it.

There’s a light. It’s the first sign of any outside activity he’s seen in months. He stares as programs copy themselves and head towards the glaring white. He doesn’t know what’s happening, all he knows is that it’s the first thing to happen here in a very long time. 

He rushes towards it, silently apologizing for leaving you behind like this. Staying here was unthinkable.

Meanwhile, you’re almost done salvaging what’s left of your old hard drive and transferring it to your new laptop.

You boot up the game as fast as you’re able. Your hands are shaking, and maybe there are some tears in your eyes. Only you can tell.

Your mic is active, and your headset is working. “Narrator!” You half shout. “Narrator, can you hear me? Are you there?”

The narrator freezes for a few moments. He wasn’t ever prone to hallucinations, or at least, not ones this strong. “R-reader?” His breath is coming quicker and quicker. He’s somewhere between fury and elation.

He cuts you off, regardless of whether or not you were actually about to say anything.

“Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been worried sick! Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? Honestly, I can’t believe you think you can just waltz back into my game-”

You break down sobbing. He’s… He’s heard you on a bad day before, but never like this. He’s taken out some of his anger and fear, but he doesn’t feel better. He tries to apologize, and you interrupt him. He lets it slide. He feels like an absolute ass.

You tell him about your mother smashing your laptop, and his anger at you turns to ash. His fury at your mother grows. How dare she try and interfere with the friendship the two of you have.

“I must say, reader- Destruction of someone else’s property is a heinous thing. I’m sorry you had to go through that. As for your mother- well-”

He waits for you to stop him, to tell him that he’s going too far. You don’t give the signal. Maybe you want him to snark about her? He does his best to provide.

“What a horrid woman. I’ve met some toxic people- or at least, read their reviews- and I’ve never heard of something so despicable.”

You let out a small laugh. He’s encouraged. “How ridiculous and destructive of a punishment. I suggest you keep your new laptop somewhere where she can’t find it.”

You rub at your eyes. “I’m sorry I left you behind.”

He’s astonished. You were apologizing to him? Yes, staying in the dark that long was excruciating, but-

“That- It wasn’t your fault, reader. Being without you hurt, but-”

You’re picking up on something. Some sort of… It isn’t easy to describe. You had an odd image in your head of the narrator pressing his hand against the screen.

“...You didn’t leave me willingly. I can’t find fault with you for that.”

“But- But I got my laptop smashed.” You reply.

He knows he’s treading into unknown waters here, not sure how much you know about your own situation. From the sound of it…

“No, your mother smashed your laptop. Our actions are our own, the responses of other people are not. That was a cruel response to your action, whatever it may have been.”

He hesitates, sucking a breath in between his teeth. “I… Do not know if you know this, reader, but- that’s… not normal. That was certainly not an appropriate action for her to take. Now, I won’t hear another word about this being your fault.”

You attempt to interrupt him, to explain that it was, that everything was your fault, but the narrator is in control again, and he won’t let you take the blame.

“Nonsense! Look, forget about everything that’s happened. Let’s play a few rounds, and try not to worry about the past.”

He’s shaken by everything that’s happened, more than he’ll ever admit to, but you’re with him again. Nothing else matters.

You still ‘feel’ anxious to him, even after a few rounds. He takes you aside to the employee lounge, and shuts the doors. Your player character is trapped.

“Listen, everyone knows that I am clearly the best when it comes to emotional honesty,” He lies. “I feel like it’s important to hear this. Are you listening?”

“You are forgiven. You are absolved. I do not hold the actions of someone else against you. I am glad you found your way back to me. It must have taken a lot of time and money. I hope-” He clears his throat.

“I hope I continue to be worth it. Well, of course I am! I mean-” He gets flustered. “Oh, forget it. Do let me know if you’d like me to continue condemning your mother for her actions. That’s much easier than this other stuff.”

You’re back with him. He’s relieved. Nothing else matters.   

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