[I was trying to write Chapter Three again, and got off track. Here's what I wrote.]
[Starts in Chapter Three again.]
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.
Chapter Four: Discovery
After a while, Stanley calmed down and got up to watch. On the monitor was the loading screen. He had about thirty minutes to kill. Being trapped forever in a video game had some flaws. One was a time difference. Probably for The Narrator to catch his breath.
He knew this because of the last fourteen restarts.
Stanley minimized the window for the cameras and looked around in the desktop. He had been wondering what else lay undiscovered on the computer. There were a few folders: music, Dota 2..whatever that is..
Then, a certain file caught his eye.
'"Project: Choice?"' Stanley thought. 'What is that supposed to mean?' He clicked on the file.
Suddenly, the screen was flooded by many files, all labeled "Subject 1, Subject 2," and so on. Each file contained a video and a document. He clicked on the file titled "Subject 1."
"Day One, Subject 1:
Subject was very confused at the lack of people. He was so disoriented that he tried started messing with everything in the room. He even tried to open the office doors, trying to look for more human beings. He wouldn't listen to me. He sat in the corner, uncertain on what to do. No response came after that. Subject failure. Deleted."
Stanley glanced at the video file. It was probably a recording of the failed subject. He clicked on "Subject 2."
"Day Two, Subject Two.
Subject was just as confused as the first one, but managed to make it to the set of two open doors. He was so indecisive that he couldn't bring himself to choose and tried to go back. He found that the door behind him was locked, and dropped down to a fetal position. No response came after that. Subject failure. Deleted."
Stanley narrowed his eyes. Were all of them like this? He skimmed all the files. "Subject 23," "Subject 89," "Subject 149," "Subject 256." All of them being notes of different test subjects who couldn't handle one day of testing, and were deleted.
At the end of the file was one last folder: "Subject 427."
'427?' He thought. 'That's my office number..' He curiously opened the folder.
"Day Four Hundred Twenty Seven, Subject 427.
At this point, I was beginning to think that the experiment was never going to succeed. I was starting to lose my mind thinking that I've wasted more than a year on a project that had absolutely no significance.
Then came along Subject 427.
He actually listened to me, a disembodied voice, and didn't bother to question it. Although, at times he would disobey me and walk into the broom closet, he was the first test subject who didn't break down and think he was insane. I think he'll be perfect for the parable. He will be the hero of the story, and I will be the antagonist. Maybe the sidekick. Or maybe just a narrator."
Stanley's eyes widened. Is this..?
"I haven't given him a name yet." The last line read.
"I think I'll call him Stanley."
The Narrator had been waiting for almost an hour. He had already walked up the long staircase to the escape pod. He sighed.
"Stanley, I know how much you hate it when I kill myself, but its been more than half an hour. I've been patient."
No response came after that.
"Stanley..? Are you there?"
Stanley, unfortunately, was curled up in the corner of the recording room, rocking back and forth, unblinking.
{The Test Ending}
[Wow..I have no clue what I was doing. This was loosely based off the theory that The Stanley Parable takes place in Portal. My idea was that while The Narrator was testing, the reset button malfunctioned and switched their places. The Narrator wouldn't actually care much for the game, but for the project.]
[But when I was writing this, I was like: wait, this is a Adventure/Humor story! THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT THIS.]
[So..yeah.]
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