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Hello again! Initially I was going to post this on Friday...but I forgot 'cause I'm lazy as heck, so...Sorry! Don't hate me!. Anyways, from now on I will try to post the chapters of the fanfic every Friday...Hopefully...ENJOY!
|As Narrator 3 spoke, Narrator 1's mind worked as fast as it could to figure out a good plan. He knew that when Narrator 3 finished his sentence, the door would open and an earthquake will occur, so they were going to have to stick to Narrator 3's plot|
N3:...They noticed that something was awkwardly wrong, so Narrator 1 opened the door... *The door opened*...And suddenly an earthquake began. *The building started shaking violently*. They decided they wouldn't die there, so they ran to the nearest exit.
N1:Stanley! Let's stick to his story until we arrive at the set of two doors! okay?
S:...
|Stanley nodded as they started running out of the room. They followed Narrator 3's story, falling through the floor and landing on the room safely. There, they listened to Narrator 3 until the doors emerged from the ground|
N1:Okay Stanley, we go right...
S:...
|They didn't hesitate for a second, and went through the right door. This one also led to a corridor, but it was clean, illuminated and glitchless. Smooth elevator music sounded on the background, a detail that helped Stanley feel good and relax a bit. But Narrator 1 was tense, with his senses aware and ready to sound the alarm at the sight of anything dangerous, but nothing happened and as they kept walking down that really long corridor he started to relax. But when he thought that nothing was going to happen at all, a door opened in his face, slamming him hard|
N1: OW...That hurt...
S:...
|Stanley was silently laughing at Narrator 1, who was rubbing his hurt cheek|
N1: I don't know if that was intentional Narrator 3, but it was TOTALLY not professional!
|Suddenly, Narrator 3 spoke from all the corners on the room|
N3:Oh so I am the one that's not professional? Mister I-kill-fathers-every-day...
N1:Come on! I HAD to do something about your offer, didn't I? In the end...It was MY story...
S:...
N1:...AND Stanley's one...But mostly mine...
|Stanley silently sighed, but it was true, it was Narrator 1's story|
N3:True, true...BUT the company shareholders hired ME and Narrator 2 to make it more "awesome", didn't they? SO IT WAS ALSO MY GOD DAMNED STORY!
N1: Whoa, chill out dude...
|Narrator 3 sighed of frustration and to calm himself a bit|
N1: Anyway, continue with the story please...
|And with that sentence he stopped talking, leaving Stanley and Narrator 1 scared and confused|
N1: That sick bastard! Stanley we have to finish this...And we have to do it fast...Thing is that he actually DOESN'T own all the rights to use my work inside his, so in no time my things are going to be erased, and part of the levels won't be there anymore and we'll be trapped forever...That's what copyright is, Stanley!
S:...
|They kept walking until the corridor merged into a large and cubical room, with all sorts of bugs and glitches|
N1: Does this guy even KNOW how to build a level!? Can he EVEN?!
S:...
|Stanley shook his head from left to right|
N1:Well...We should keep going...I'm starting to think that not ALL of the bugs and glitches were caused by his poor work...
|But suddenly the room was cut in half. As a part of it FELL TO THE DARK ABYSS BENEATH, Stanley hung from the edge left by the cut. Narrator 1 was thrown to the other side of the room and was too confuzzled to react. Each second that passed, Stanley was losing his grip on the ledge. He was of strong complexion, but still not strong enough to hang from ledges for an extended period of time. His fingers started to slide and as his life passed in front of his eyes...his hand failed him...and he let go...The lines: "Mmmmmmmh watcha say!" played in his mind as he closed his eyes trying to dream of a place full of buttons...|
S:...
|But destiny had other plans for him...For a reason that he couldn't understand, he opened his eyes and as the light of the room blinded him, a hand came out of the beam. An angel? Maybe...But...It was a feminine hand. It grabbed him and lifted him up to the ground. He was still shocked, and he didn't see straight. The only thing that he felt was a pain on his chest, so he looked down and discovered that the thing that was causing him the pain was the hand that had saved him, which was hitting his torso. And that hand had an arm...and a shoulder...And a body...Finally, Stanley discovered a whole person, a female person, which was hitting and shouting at him. Finally he came back to his senses|
?:STANLEY GOD DAMMIT GET BACK TO YOUR SENSES YOU STUPID FOOL!
|Suddenly, he reached for her arm and she stopped hitting him. She helped him get up as he rubbed his head|
?:Good lord man! I almost thought that you were going to die!
|Stanley didn't know who the woman was, or how did she got there, but she had his eternal gratitude|
S:...
|She made a thoughtful gesture, but then she got it|
?:Oh right! You can't talk! How could I forget?
S:...
|She extended her hand|
?:Hi! My name is Mariella!
How you like them apples? I thought "Man! This story needs a Plot Twist! Let's give it one!", so this dweeb thingy came out!
Stay tuned for the next chapter!