The Narrator waited for his eyes to get used to the lighting once again. Before he could step out of the office, Stanley closed the door and locked it.
"Wait! What are you doing?" The Narrator tried to open the door. "Ahaha.. is this about the last restart? Forgive me for my behavior, but I was waiting for thirty minutes for you to do something."
Stanley tapped the microphone twice and clicked the pencil icon again.
"Sorry about that." He wrote, "Was trying to find out how to open door."
The Narrator read the writing and looked back up.
"Oh.. really? Sorry again about killing myself, then. I just get impatient easily." Stanley silently laughed to himself. He, of all people, would know.
"Its okay. Thought of another solution while looking."
"Oh.. well could we try my idea first? Just to be sure?" Tap-tap.
"I am the narrator now."
The Narrator was about to scold him for saying such a thing, but he had no choice. Stanley was the only one capable of controlling the game at the moment. He'd just have to play along until they fix the game.
"I can hear your thoughts, you know."
He sighed. "Okay, fine. What do you have in mind?"
Stanley smiled. "The Escape Pod Ending." He wrote.
The Narrator narrowed his eyes. "I don't remember such an ending. Do you mean the Museum Ending? With the hallway and an entrance than read 'escape?'"
Stanley blinked and tapped twice. The Narrator forgot one of his own endings? He looked back into the script. There was no dialogue for this ending.
"The Escape Pod Ending... I don't think there's even an escape pod in the office!" He laughed. "Escape Pod Ending.. where the heck did that come from?" Stanley clicked the pencil tool again.
"You wouldn't know about it. Just follow my instructions."
The Narrator raised an eyebrow. "Okay, what do I do?"
Stanley was about to write more, but discovered that there wasn't any more room. That's what he gets for choosing a small office. Stanley tried opening the door again, but it now functioned like all of the other doors he couldn't open. Voice activated.
He sighed. There was only one thing to do.
Restart.
The Narrator didn't even wait for his vision to clear to start talking.
"Well, thanks for giving such specific instructions, new narrator." The Narrator remarked sarcastically. Stanley closed the door second closest door and began writing again.
"Ran out of space."
"Go to my boss's office and stay outside the door. I'll give more instructions there."
The Narrator read all of this and crossed his arms. "Well, I don't see why you can't just write it here."
"You might argue with what I write. Wrist is getting tired."
He sighed. "Fine."
Stanley grinned and opened all of the doors ahead. He was starting to enjoy being in control.
The Narrator speedily navigated through the building. Eventually he got to the manager's office.
"Alright, I'm here. Now what?"
Stanley thought for a moment. "Glitch the door to close without being locked in the room."
The Narrator glared upwards. "You expect me to glitch my own game?"
"This is why I brought you here first."
"Wait, so I'm supposed to-" He was interrupted by the sound of clicking. Stanley was writing again.
"Just do i t."
"Going t o stop writ ing."
"Wri st is g etting tired agai n ."
The Narrator looked back down to the door. 'This shouldn't be too hard!' He thought to himself. 'I just need to walk forward and-'
He walked too far and the door closed behind him. 'Shoot.'
Stanley sighed. "Can't open door again. Restarting."
The Narrator groaned. He's already restarted the game six-!
After another eight attempts, The Narrator finally managed to glitch the door to close. He threw his arms in the air triumphantly.
"YES! I DID IT!" Stanley applauded him. "Oh wow, that felt amazing." He cleared his throat.
"Okay, now that I've done it, where's the damn pod?"
Stanley silently snickered to The Narrator's sentence.
"Go back to my office."
The Narrator's smile fell. "What?"
Stanley just underlined the sentence.
"Wha- really? We restarted the game..what...eight, EIGHT times?! Just to go back?" Tap.
The Narrator crossed his arms. "You know what? This doesn't look like a good idea. Maybe we should restart the game and-" Tap-tap.
Stanley underlined the same sentence again, in a bolder pen size.
"Stanley, I know you mean well, but I think my solution is better. I honestly think we should-" TAP-TAP.
Stanley started underlining the sentence repeatedly and pasting it all over the room, trying to get The Narrator to leave.
The Narrator huffed in annoyance and gave in.
"Okay, alright. We'll do it YOUR way if you so confident it will work." Tap.
Stanley sighed in relief. His arm was getting tired anyway. He watched as the former narrator reluctantly walked through the halls, and when his eyes widened at seeing the new open door in front of Stanley's office.
"Did..did you open that?" Tap-tap.
The Narrator looked into the doorway. Inside was pitch black void.
"So, um. Is this a hole, or a teleport?" Tap.
The Narrator blinked. "Did that mean 'yes, its a hole,' or 'yes, its a teleport?'" Tap.
"Oh.. so it IS a hole?" Tap-tap.
"..Its a teleport?" Tap.
"Oh, well why didn't you tell me in the first damn place?! We could have fixed the game by now!"
On The Narrator's end, there was silence. What The Narrator couldn't hear was Stanley on the floor in silent laughter.
"You know what? Nevermind. I don't care anymore. Let's just move on." The Narrator said, stepping into the void.
[Okay, this chapter was hard to write. I went off track so many times that I've re-written them into alternate endings.]
[I'll upload those once this story is finished.]
[Please review!]
