BLAME MY MATH TEACHER I'm sorry I've been late! (and btw I'm going to try out a normal story format now, let me know what you think)
"Wh...What is this place, Mr. Narrator?" The red-head murmured, her eyes wide with pure awe as she gazed around the white area. There was no answer to her question. Stacey kept walking, her short heels making little clicks on the tile, echoing throughout the large space, bouncing off of the walls, signifying that she was all alone. There was nobody there to walk with her, or make sarcastic comments. She wrapped her arms tight around her middle, even though there was no defined temperature.
Stacey decided to make the most of where she was, considering that she had been 'crushed' by a machine. Of course, there had been a narrator then. She had guided her down the catwalk, her intentions less sinister than the Male Narrator's, but the tone of her voice had been rough, and Stacey still had felt a pang of apprehension deep in the back of her mind. She had followed though, knowing that there was no other choice. Then, the talking had ceased. And she was now here. Aimlessly wandering down the halls, tilting her head around to look at the displays and pictures. She found it odd to see the words 'beta' and 'first trial'. "What have you been hiding from me?" Stacey muttered as she traced her fingers across a red button, one of the objects not surrounded by a fence or display case. Her heels still clicked, the fluorescent bulbs still buzzed, and everything else stayed still. Stacey decided that it was time for her to leave.
Conveniently, there was small marble staircase that the young woman clacked down, not bothering to grasp the railing, for her hands had remained crossed at her chest for the most part (she couldn't help touching a few things…). It lead into a dark and empty space, but Stacey didn't mind, for she was all too familiar with dark and empty spaces. But as soon as she began to enjoy the steady sound of high heels and no british tone, constantly nagging, the cool, female voice spoke up again.
"Oh, look at these two," Stacey jumped, but continued walking. "How they wish to destroy one another. How they wish to control one another. How they both wish to be-" The red-head cut off the voice when she pulled down the lever that was now in front of her, hovering just below the 'Stanley Parable' banner. She had switched it to 'off', and was now greeted with darkness. "Can you see? Can you see how much they need one another?" It said.
"No." Stacey scoffed. She didn't expect the voice to specifically react to her, but stated her own opinion nonetheless.
"Perhaps not," the voice pressed on. "Some things cannot be seen." Stacey huffed at the sound, resisting the urge to yell, 'see this!' and kick something, but she was enveloped in darkness, and could never find a way to explain to a non-cooperative system that she wasn't Stanley, and didn't need the Narrator whatsoever. "But listen to-"
"Eh, I'd rather not," Someone interrupted. Stacey resisted the urge to smile, immediately recognizing who it was. "Come along Stacey, follow my voice."
"Who is this girl, Narrator?" The female tone was suddenly back. She had an edge to her voice. "And why do you expect her to follow you? Maybe she'll follow me…" Stacey had been walking in the direction she had heard the Male Narrator's voice, but felt her body rebel, and she began to turn. Turn towards the opposite direction. She tried to speak, but her words got lost and she was only able to emit a tiny squeak.
"Please don't, miss. I've already lost Stanley."
"Oh? And how did you manage to do that, Mister Narrator?"
"My data, it got jumbled."
"Your data never gets jumbled…" Stacey felt her stomach turn over. She was getting further away from the Narrator. "Would you like me to check some of my own records?"
"No." The Narrator's mood was getting darker, Stacey could tell. She wondered if the two narrators shared a history with each other.
"Oh, what a shame. It looks like my file cabinet was already open! I should go and close it- But, look here! A file. A Stanley Parable file. Do you have a Stanley Parable file, Mister Narrator?"
"Not anymore…" He grumbled.
"Well, let me just take a quick look…" There was a pause as Stacey heard pages being flipped. "Ah! I found it."
"Found what, exactly? And will you please give me back my Stacey? I mean," He cleared his throat. "Not my Stacey. Just, Stacey- Will you stop?!" The Narrator snapped as more pages were rustled, and it was quite obvious that he no longer had anyone listening to him.
"I seem to have come across some very interesting information."
"...Yes?" The Narrator snapped.
"You have the wrong worker."
"Duh." He retorted, and Stacey laughed quietly, despite her situation. She had never heard someone British utter a word like 'duh'.
"Stacey is supposed to be in my parable, which means…" The Female Narrator said. "Oh. Hello, Stanley."
I'm writing this at 12am, so I'm sorry if it's weird. And yes, FemNarrator just became a main character. On a side note, I just got a tumblr account, and I'd love it if you'd follow me! (Yes, I'm one of those people) The blog is called, 'Fangirling at its Finest' and I'm under the same username :)