It was 10:00 P.M.

All the lights in the building were off, except for a few; a small group of lights that illuminated Stanley's small room. Stanley had stayed up after hours at his job for overtime. It wasn't that hard, really; pushing an average of one button per minute. And it wasn't like he hated his job. The Narrator didn't lie when he said that Stanley loved his job.

The hardest part was probably staying awake.

Starting at 9:00, Stanley's eyes began to droop, and his mind went blank, almost in a trance due to tiredness. Every few minutes or so, Stanley's head would fall limply to the side, dragging his body down to the floor with it. Then, he would quickly stand up and check the monitor for a new command.

This process would repeat eight times before Stanley just fell face first onto his desk, fast asleep. The computer continued issuing orders.

"Please press 'e.'"

"Please press 'n.'"

"Please press 'j.'"

"Please press 'o.'"

"Please press 'y.'"

"Employee 427, are you there?"

Stanley was awakened by the sound of footsteps. He drowsily sat up. Lazy thoughts went through his still-tired mind. How could anyone be in the building? Stanley was given the keys, and no one else stayed over. Unless his boss came over, but that would be unlikely. The greedy bastard.

Then all of his drowsiness left him as he realized: someone had broken into the building.

He had never dealt like anything like this before, so he was terrified. The thought of someone breaking in seemed stupid to Stanley. This was a company that did nothing but push buttons all day. Even though it was stupid, the thought frightened him now. What would the intruder do to him? Stanley decided to just hide under his desk. The unknown person was still moving through the building, so he thought he should hide. Maybe they won't find him here.

Fifteen minutes passed. The footsteps sounded like they were everywhere. Or maybe that was just the sound of his heart beating so loudly. He couldn't tell. After listening for the first few minutes, Stanley noticed that the steps sounded fast and unorganized. This led him to believe that there were multiple people in the building. This scared him even more.

Thirty minutes passed, and his eyelids became heavy again. 'This is a bad time!' He yelled in his thoughts. Unfortunately, his mind ignored him, and kept trying to get itself to sleep. Stanley began to fall slightly to the side, when quickly he sat up again. He did not want to get caught. Eventually, his efforts failed him, and he accidentally let his head bump the table. The sound seemed to echo, and everything went silent- even the footsteps. Stanley froze. Suddenly, the footsteps started going up stairs, coming towards his room. Stanley scooted to the corner of the underside of the desk. Oh, he was so screwed.

The door swung open. Shadowy figures stood at the doorway. Stanley didn't dare to look at them. The figures started talking amongst themselves, in feminine voices.

"Not here." One said.

"Keep looking." Another said.

The door closed. Stanley hadn't even noticed he had been holding his breath. He sighed in relief. The door swung open again, hitting the wall behind it. One of the shadows crouched down and grabbed Stanley. It pulled him out from under the desk and showed him to the others. They started giggling, in a girly teen voices.

Stanley was terrified to see them up close; they had no face, no hair. Nothing. They looked to be just seemly soulless, mischievous entities. A second shadow-being pulled out a bag from out of nowhere and the thing holding Stanley threw him in it. The bag closed, and Stanley could feel himself being dragged across the floor. He wanted to struggle, but he found it too tiring. Too much work. He was so tired..

Stanley felt his eyes slip closed as he drifted off to sleep.

When Stanley awoke, all he saw was pitch black. He looked around. Black everywhere. He tried to move, but found that he was chained to something. He was also sitting in a chair, probably handcuffed to it, with a gag in his mouth. He also felt cold, and something was wrapped around him.

W-wait a minute..

He shifted again.

Wait, was he NAKED?!

Stanley blushed furiously. Whoever thought this was a good idea was sick.

He stopped his thoughts to listen outside. Creaking. Whatever he was in was being transported. Suddenly, the creaking stopped. Stanley heard a doorbell, and faint giggling, moving away from him into a distance. He heard a door being opened, then feeling his box being moved forward. Then, he heard tape being cut. Then, paper being ripped. Then, a button being pushed. A loud hiss filled his head as the container he was in started to open. He felt cold air come upon him. Stanley started panicking as he finally understood the situation: he had been kidnapped to be shipped to this unknown person, tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged so that whoever had him could do.. anything... to him.

Stanley began to struggle against the handcuffs. Feeling like he was getting nowhere, he stopped and relaxed himself. Whoever set this up really thought about the restraints. He heard footsteps circling him. Hopefully, his new "master," or whatever will be nice...

"Well," a familiar voice said. "This is a generous gift.."

Stanley bowed his head and blushed. He knew that voice. Please no..

He felt the blindfold being taken off. The light strained his eyes, but he could clearly see the person who now owned him:

The Narrator. Just his luck.

The Narrator placed a hand on Stanley's cheek, obviously enjoying this.

"And I plan to use you as much as I can."

And with that, The Narrator took off Stanley's gag, revealing his full blush. He leaned in to kiss Stanley. Stanley's eyes widened, and if it was even possible, his face became redder. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes and savored the kiss. He could feel The Narrator smirk, seeing that Stanley hadn't even tried to resist.

Oh well. At least he was given to someone he loved.

[You know what? I'M WRITING MORE OF THIS. THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE OF THIS SHIP.]

[Okay, well, here's where I'll end the fanfic. I'm ending it as a twoshot. There's nothing else to do in it, anyway.]

[Don't worry though. There will be more Stanley Parable fanfiction.]

[As they say in the fandom:]

[The End Is Never The End Is Never The End Is Never The End Is Never The End..]