Survive, Stanley!

by The Blue-eyed Storier

Stanley decides he is fed up with the Narrator ordering him around. But when he goes through a mysterious door, he finds himself in a completely different story! The odds may not be in Stanley's favor, but at least he has the Narrator to help him! But will it be enough?

1. Part I

Survive, Stanley!

(Stanley Parable and the Hunger Games Crossover)

Part I

"When Stanley reached a set of two open doors, he took the one to his left."

Employee 427, otherwise known as Stanley, frowned. His terror at finding himself completely alone in his usually busy office building had slowly faded, giving way to annoyance. The Narrator seemed to think he had all rights to control Stanley's story. He told Stanley exactly where to go and sometimes narrated Stanley's train of thought as if he actually knew what Stanley was thinking.

"I'm tired of you," Stanley muttered.

"But Stanley decided to stand around for a little while longer and mutter to himself as he tried to tell his left from his right," the Narrator said dryly.

"I'm not that stupid!" Stanley whined, running a hand through his short brown hair the color of a singed brownie.

"Says a man who so far has spent every single day of his life mindlessly pushing buttons," the Narrator drawled.

"That's it!" Stanley snapped. His back rigid, he marched towards the door on the right.

"Wait…Stanley, what are you doing?"

Wordlessly Stanley opened the door and stepped into a darkly lit room. The only light came from screens on the walls on either side of him. They were filled with words and numbers that looked meaningless and out of place. At the end of the room stood a door that looked like all the other plain, normal office doors except for one thing. It had a golden mark painted onto the door that looked like a fiery circle enclosing a flying bird of some sort. There was also a piece of paper taped onto the door with words scrawled onto it.

'TEST DOOR - OFF LIMITS.'

"No, Stanley, go back or you'll permanently ruin the story! Do you even know what you're doing? No, no you don't, because otherwise you'd-"

Blocking out the Narrator's rush of words, Stanley stubbornly wrapped his fingers around the door knob.

Something deep within him trembled. Don't go in there, it hissed. Just listen to the Narrator and everything will turn out alright!

"It's just a door," Stanley said, even though he knew by now that things in this place were not always as they seemed.

"Stanley, listen to me right now! This is not supposed to happen! I'm simply trying to help you! Please don't-"

Stanley opened the door.

"No!" the Narrator screamed as Stanley's world was flooded with a blinding white light.