[The Usual AU.]

A loud laugh echoed through the office walls, making Stanley jump. He closed the webpage on his computer and gazed upwards. The laugh continued for a few minutes, before it stopped, as if it finally acknowledged Stanley's attention towards it.

"Oh, hahaha..." the familiar voice said. "Sorry about that, Stanley. I just found this hilairious post on my tumblr..." he trailed off. "Wait.. tumblr? Toom-blerr? Tuh.. whatever." He said to himself.

Stanley had to smile at that. It was funny how someone who's job it is to read a story repeatedly is having trouble with pronunciation. The mention of the post intrigued Stanley. He tilted his head; what could be that funny?

The Narrator heard Stanley's thoughts (and tried to ignore the first part). "Well, I just found the funniest gif on my dash.. simply brilliant."

The smile immediately left Stanley's face. Wait.. gif? Isn't it pronounced jif? Stanley turned to his computer and opened a new document. He looked back up at the ceiling, gestured towards his screen, and began to type.

'It's pronounced "jif," Narrator.'

The Narrator read this and stared at the message in disbelief. "Wha-? How the hell would you know how its pronounced? You can't even talk, Stanley." Stanley couldn't see him, but The Narrator was offended, and had his arms crossed. "Why, I bet you only knew that through the internet. No, not of common knowledge, but of something from a forum." He huffed. "I created a game, Stanley. A. Whole. Damn. Game. I think I know very well about what I'm talking about."

Stanley rolled his eyes. 'Wanna bet on that?' He typed.

Stanley still couldn't see him, but The Narrator had raised an eyebrow. "A wager, you say? Fine, just because I know I'm right." He chuckled to himself pridefully. "Alright let's see..." He thought out loud. "If I'm right, we get to play through the story with complete obedience for a whole eight days. Just you, me, and the glorious Freedom Ending for 192 hours straight!"

Stanley shuddered a bit at that, but still kept his smug face. 'Okay then. If I'm right, we'll switch places, and you'll get to see just how much fun being "Stanley" is.' His smirk grew as he continued to type. 'I'll have complete obedience from you, and I'll be able to make my own story. Deal?'

Seeing what Stanley wanted from him unnerved The Narrator for a moment, but he nodded. (But Stanley couldn't tell.) "Fine. Deal."

Finally getting the agreement out of the way, Stanley minimized the document and opened his search engine, where he typed: "Pronunciation of gif." He clicked on the first search result, and went back to the document.

'Here, look. The creator of the gif format has confirmed the correct pronunciation.'

The Narrator could hardly keep his patience at this. "Well? Go on! Read it!"

Stanley gave the ceiling a dull look. 'I can't talk, remember?'

The Narrator mentally facepalmed himself for being so stupid. "Oh, uh, right." He cleared his throat. "Hm... let's see here..." he skimmed through the article. "Ah, yes, here it is! You ready for this, Stanley?"

Stanley closed his eyes and grinned. 'Go on.'

"Alright, then. 'And, in a flash, it all became clear. Its..'"

The Narrator stopped. Wait no.. hold on. He read and reread the single sentence. Stanley looked up expectantly at The Narrator, waiting for him to finish it. After reading the sentence for about the eighth time, The Narrator gave in.

"Its..." he painstakingly drawled out. "...pronounced jif. Not gif."

[Prompt: Imagine your OTP debating whether its pronounced gif or jif.]

[Yeah... I don't know.]

[Remember, this was only to get out of writer's block.]

[Please review!]