Mr. Narrator.
a Stanley Parable Fic.
As Stanley, with a lacerated soul and a ripped mind, ran across the Mind Control Power Facility, the sick voice continued to cackle and puke words full of dreadful haste, and reassembled the puzzle that he, or rather, it, had been hiding from the start. The timer… it kept counting down desperately towards the final explosion that would soon engulf the entire complex. Twenty seconds remaining, the terrified man saw, on a desk, a computer with a blank screen, visibly turned on. He tried touching the spacebar, but a message appeared on the monitor: "Input security code". Stanley just stood there, the floor rumbling beneath his feet, the voice going on, and on, and on. He then finally moved, the hand slowly commanded by the sheer force of desperation, writing down the only combination he had ever known, apart from the one that revealed the secret entrance behind his boss's office. His date of birth, march the twenty-seventh, his wedding date, the day he graduated, his credit-card security number, his shoe number (he had always had doubts regarding this peculiar measurement), his apartment number, and most importantly, his office number. The number of his prison cage, of his lie. 427.
"And believe me…" he wrote seven.
"I will be laughing at every second of your inevitable life…" he gulped.
"From the moment we fade in until the moment I say: Happily Ever-" he pressed enter.