Stanley gasped out in shock. His Narrator, the one he loved and hated, stood before him, towering over his limp body. This scene was supposed to be serious, but the shades he was wearing, the confident smolders he was making, and the fact that a dramatic sting began to play inside of Stanley's head, could only describe the situation as downright hilarious...

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No matter how dull, a familiar routine was still a familiar routine. And waking up without the ever-present Narrator was certainly unfamiliar and out of routine for Stanley. Clearly, there must have be a problem. short one shot, slight Stanley/Narrator

Stanley has had all the time in the world to muse about things. The Office, this farce called a 'game', a 'story' as if it had any real purpose. Most of all, he's had time to muse about The Narrator. A series of one shots

(Sequel to Fresh Snow) Months after Stanley's escape, he is living a free life that is his and his alone. No one to tell him what to do or when. When a man wanders into town babbling about voices and endings, Stanley finds himself unable to walk away. Befriending the coworker is one thing, coming to terms with the voice that tormented you is another.

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Someone has turned him into the main character of a game with no true end. As the cycle wears on and on, Stanley struggles to keep hope alive and keep going. [Rated T for thoughts of/brief instance of suicide]

This is the story about a man named Stanley...

This is a poem I wrote about the Stanley Parable so tell me what you think.

Hello everyone. The story is translated from a Chinese version (also written by me).

A one-shot riff on the Stanley Parable - same universe, different setting. What if you were destined to die, over and over again, restarting each day until you made it through and died a natural death? Seen through the eyes of Sam, a girl who just wants to live her life.

Someone was following Stanley, he was sure of it. If he checked over his shoulder now, he would surely catch them. It was only a matter of time.

[Crossposted from Ao3.] Whenever the Narrator felt tired, he did too.

"Well, in the meantime, if you do happen to have-"

The Stanley Parable and The Beginner's Guide, as summarized by the Homestuck character Caliborn. Rated T for language and violence.

[Crossposted from Ao3.] The Narrator was having issues adjusting to the real world. Stanley wondered if it was worth it sometimes.

This isn't a full story.. more of a collection of mere moments spent in a certain office...

Little prompts based off a tumblr meme. Stanley/Narrator

A collection of various OTP prompts and aus found on tumblr.

What would happen if there are more after the fifth restart in the Confusion Ending? Translated from a Chinese version written by TollenReagent.

"How many times will you replay this bit looking desperately for a solution?" As many times as it takes for Stanley to get it through this man's head; if anything, Stanley knows more and remembers more about this place than its curator ever will. The Narrator's not the only one with a reset button, after all.

"I am writing this all down so I do not forget. So that they won't make me forget... what had happened to me... why I am here."

[Stanley x The Narrator fluff.] "They both sat there in silence. Here it was again.. the awkwardness."

One day, Stanley turns into a girl. The Narrator kind of freaks out. Rating may change to T eventually.

The Narrator always told the story of a man named Stanley. This time, however, he finds himself forced to tell the story of a man named stainly. It does not go well for anyone.

This is a story about a man named Stanley and while you think of this fic as a description of the original game or a lovey dovey fic then you can think again. ONESHOT