Based on a post I saw on tumblr. Enjoy~
"Stanley? Are you all right?" the Narrator was officially confused, Stanley was stumbling around and running into things like he had never done before and, as amusing as it was to see him keep hurting himself, the story was getting nowhere. The Narrator sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stanley, you look ridiculous, stumbling around like that. So, if you ever feel like stopping and getting on with the story, that would be wonderful." Stanley's response was to stumbling into the wall and look up at the ceiling, as he usually did when adressing the Narrator, even though he couldn't talk. The Narrator raised a brow when Stanley didn't move from the position, just stared upwards at me. "What? You're not even giving me a funny look to read your emotions off of, you're just...staring off into space blankly." Stanley scowled and waved a hand in front of his face. "And that means...what, exactly?" Stanley's scowl only grew and he did it again. The Narrator blinked and leaned zoomed in on Stanley's face, with misty eyes looking at him. "Oh...so, wait, you've gone blind?" He paused, staring at Stanley's eyes. Then, after a few moments of silence, burst out laughing. "Blind, you're blind! Oh, what a treat! Oh, this is hilarious!"
Never had he been so wrong
Stanley's blindness didn't seem to go away no matter how many times he reset it and he kept running into things and the Narrator was getting tired of having to tell him where to go and having him keep running into things because he wasn't listening, as always. Finally, after the eighth reset, the Narrator gave up and just watched Stanley stumble around as he tried to find his way around the office. It was highly amusing just to watch as he tripped over everything, roamed everywhere he probably didn't want to and of course ramming into everything in sight. Or not in sight, in Stanley's case. But, after awhile, his bruises got boring, the puns ran out and the fact Stanley had given up and was just sitting in a corner had ruined all the fun.
"Ug, you're so boring Stanley, do something," the Narrator said with the tone of a bored child. Stanley didn't move, ignoring the Narrator. "Oh come on, don't be such a child." Stanley looked up and rolled his eyes, look who's talking. "Oh, shut up, that's not the point." Stanley didn't move again, no matter what the Narrator said. "Screw it, I'm going to restart." But nothing changed, again and again, over and over, but nothing changed even a little. Stanley was still blind and the Narrator was getting more and more irritated and angry by the minute. "Nothing's be solved here. Nothing at all. You know what, Stanley? Here's a couch." Stanley looked over at the couch which had magically appeared in the office. "Have a seat, read a book." A few books appeared on the ground. "I'm going to take a nap and, hopefully, when it's all over you'll be able to see again." Stanley stared at the ceiling as he heard the Narrator get up and walked away. "See you soon, Stanley." All the doors in the room closed and Stanley was left alone. The first thing he did was lie down and take nap himself.
And that's a wrap.
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Petchricor, QotG, signing off ;)