[When I was writing Chapter Three, I accidentally took the story into a more serious tone. Here's what I wrote.]

[Takes place in Chapter Three.]


Stanley started underlining the sentence repeatedly and pasting it all over the room, trying to get The Narrator to leave. He really hated when The Narrator didn't trust him. It wasn't like he could do anything significant at this point! He hated when The Narrator thought everything about himself was superior. But most of all, he HATED what he thought of him.

The Narrator watched as the same sentence was scattered around the room. He sighed. 'Why was Stanley so confident that his idea would work?' He thought. 'He's only a mindless employee, who is so stupid that he spends time in a DAMN BROOM CLOSET instead of exploring the rest of the game!' He shook his head. 'I've always thought of him as more of a handicapped, malfunctioning toy anyway.'

The spamming suddenly stopped. And larger words written in red appeared.

"I."

"AM."

"NOT."

"A."

"PUPPET."

And everything went black.


Chapter Four: Mistake

The Narrator opened his eyes to find himself back in Stanley's office.

This was expected, however. Stanley had restarted the game.

What wasn't expected was the closed door and the new, red writing on the wall.

"So, I'm a toy, huh?"

"In case you've forgotten, I'M the narrator now. You're MY toy."

The former narrator's eyes widened at the last sentence. Perhaps he had taken it too far..

"You're right, you know." A voice rang out. The Narrator flinched in surprise. The voice laughed at this.

"Didn't expect to hear me, hm? Honestly, I didn't either. But, I guess switching roles did more than switching our places.."

The Narrator's pupils shrunk. He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

He covered his mouth. What had he done? What kind of narrator was he? Letting his own character take control of him and steal his voice. A narrator without a voice is..is...

"Mm, useless?" Stanley suggested. "That's exactly how you made ME feel with all of your insults." Stanley's tone lowered menacingly.

"Don't worry, though. I'm sure we can move along from that." Stanley's tone went to a calm one.

"When I pressed the reset button, you spawned here unconscious." He chuckled at the thought.

"You were out for a long time. Long enough for me to learn how to control most of the game. So.." There was the sound of papers rustling. "I may have changed a few things."

The door opened to reveal a completely obliterated office. Stanley cleared his throat.

"The former narrator stepped out of the office, devastated to see all of his work destroyed. 'Surely, The Narrator thought, not everything is destroyed!'". Stanley said in a mocking tone. "'I'm too AMAZING for that to happen!'"

Indeed, The Narrator was crushed to see his game obliterated. But that wasn't all he felt.

Guilt. This is one of the rare moments that he felt the emotion. It hurt every time.

"Ahem." Stanley said, trying to get his toy's attention. "The Narrator was so disappointed, that he couldn't find the strength to move."

The Narrator looked ahead decided to just along with the story.

"Good choice."

After a while, Stanley sighed.

"Ah, remember back when I was the puppet, and you were the master? I do, and I hated it." Stanley thought for a moment. "Well, most of it. I did enjoy the Confusion Ending, that was fun. And the Games Ending. I didn't enjoy the Apartment Ending, though. Then, there was the Countdown Ending- thanks for killing me by the way, and the Cold Feet Ending..."

The Narrator ignored him and kept walking. Drowning in sad memories of the past. He entered the room with two doors.

"Oh, here we are! Ahem. When The Narrator came to a set of two open doors, he couldn't decide which door to enter. After all, either door would just take him back to the beginning. Isn't that right?"

The. Narrator sighed and took the left door.

"Oh, you're planning on doing the Freedom Ending? Just remember that I've changed the game, and you won't be 'free' and done' after this. I made sure of it."

Tears finally fell from the new puppet's eyes at the thought of things never returning to normal.

"Oh look," Stanley said sarcastically, "The great and powerful Narrator is helpless and crying!" Stanley started laughing. "This. Is. Gold."

The Narrator fell to his knees, sobbing.

"I'm enjoying this SO much, that I think I'll give you back your voice for a minute." A few clicks is heard. "Go on, speak. Because this is the last thing you'll say for a long time."

The Narrator drew a shaky breath and looked up at the ceiling.

" I'm..sorr-" His voice was suddenly cut off.

"Whoops! You took too long." Stanley replied mockingly. "Forgive me for MY behavior, but I was waiting thirty seconds for you to do something."

The Narrator sighed in defeat and looked back down at the floor.

{The Control Ending}


[Hello again, and thanks for reading!]

[This is one heck of an ending for a Adventure/Humor story, huh? (Which it was first labeled as, btw.) Sorry about that. When I was writing Chapter Three, I was having a bad day.]

[Well, anyway, please review and tell me what you think!]