Hiya folks. Ugh that sounded dumb. Enjoy =D (This in no longer a one sided story since femStanley can talk now…)
"WHAT?! YOU CAN TALK?!" The Narrator screamed.
"Well duh. Why wouldn't I be able to?" The young woman replied.
"Because you're NOT SUPPOSED TO! I'm the Narrator, I do the talking!"
"Well that's dumb." She said, rolling her eyes.
"It's NOT dumb!"
"It kind of is, actually. Now, as I was saying, there's something wrong with the system. Like you said, 'Stanley' is usually confused after he restarts, because he doesn't remember anything. I, however, remember everything." She flipped her strawberry blonde ponytail behind her shoulder.
"There's nothing wrong with the system."
"Uh, yeah there is."
"Nope."
"Yeah. And the real question is, are my legs really that nice? I mean, I know they are pretty tan, and I have been working out… But-"
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY SYSTEM!"
"Oh my god! Chill out! We can figure out a plan, okay? Then everything will be fixed." She offered, staring up at the ceiling. "And I can start by going up to my boss's office if you'd like…"
"No. Um, sorry, miss. I just… I'm not used to glitches."
"Are you calling me a glitch?!"
"No! Of course not! I meant the system! Not you!"
"Riiiiight. And that name thing… I'm Stacey. Stacey Red. What should I call you? Do you just go by Narrator? Cause that's pointless."
"You're awfully rude aren't you, Stacey? And, yes, I do go by Narrator. That's all."
"Huh. And yeah, I'm rude. I'm a redhead! I've got a fiery temper!"
"No you're not… It's more blonde than red."
"Strawberry blonde. Strawberries are red."
"I suppose."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"RUNNING!"
"THAT'S YOUR WIFE! AND KIDS- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"
"SHE'S A ROBOT! AND LAST TIME I CHECKED, I'M NOT MARRIED!"
"DON'T DO THAT?!"
"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING THERE!"
"WHAT?!"
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
"Alright, fine Stacey. I give up. Go ahead, hide in that broom closet. See if I ca-"
"Where do you live, Mister Narrator?"
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"I mean… Where do you live?"
"In here. In the system."
"Where is that?"
"No offense, but I wouldn't feel that comfortable with you knowing…"
"What, do you think I'm a stalker or something?!"
"No comment. And can you please get out of that broom closet?! I'm losing my patience."
"Like you haven't lost it already…"
I honestly don't know where this story is going… But I do want to make it romantic. Anyways, sorry if it sucked, and thank you for your name suggestions! Anonymous, Helplessly Helpful, and Khateley, I have chosen yours. Really the only name that fit, but thanks anyways :) x