I've been on hiatus for a while, sorry I didn't let you guys know about that. School had been kind of hard on me, and I'm still dealing with other issues. But, I wanted to say that I'm really surprised at the amount of feedback with this story; I never thought people would like it. So, thanks for sticking with me, even though I'm lazy :P x

"I'm extraordinarily confused right now. Stacey… Any ideas?" The Narrator's tone was almost sheepish, and Stacey pictured him rubbing the back of his neck. If he had hands. And a neck.

"Uh, no, Mister Narrator, I'm confused too. Where did that voice come from if she's in a different world?" Stacey asked. There was silence for a while as the blackness of the lonely void suddenly dissipated. There wasn't anything for a while, and then there was everything. The hall, the doors, the papers littering the floors.

"Well. That's fixed. Why don't you head to the conference room and have a seat there, love? I'll try to explain once you're comfortable." The girl nodded, which felt weird since there was no one standing in front of her to nod to, then turned towards the direction of the conference room and lugged herself there, stopping halfway to yank her black heels off. She sat down in a chair nearing the back of the area, an old habit from school, and crossed her legs at the ankles. Stacey waited.

"Now. It seems as if we're experiencing some troubles with alternate universes. Since you can remember everything, it makes sense that you're obviously not supposed to be here," The Narrator's comforting voice piped up, filling the room. Stacey smiled and listened in to what he was saying. "That damn woman must have been the one who replaced the files and cleared any history of Stanley's presence. After all, we are connected."

"You are?" Stacey wondered aloud. "But how?"

"Well," The Narrator started. "If you can believe it, there's another universe for everything. Each person has an opposite. Yours is Stanley. Mine is… Shall we call her… Ms. Bothersome."

"Uh, okay…" Stacey stifled a small laugh. Her temper was slightly deflated, drained like her energy, so she couldn't muster a comeback.

"Now, since Ms. Bothersome is my equal, she obviously received a Stanley of her own to play with. Um, excuse me, experiment with. No no… Have… Fun..? With?"

"Just… Go on, I get what you're tryin' to say." Stacey muttered.

"Ah, alright. Well, as sexist as this world is, I got a male, since I am a male, and she was left with a female, since she herself is a female."

"To prevent any.. Romance?" Stacey asked playfully. She really needed some sleep.

"...Sure…"

"It's not like I could love a robot."

"Alright miss, that's-"

"Though we have been through a lot together…"

(Agh, 4 chapters, Stace)

"You don't have to-"

"And didn't you compliment my legs once?"

"Listen, you're a lovely girl, but I'm an essence, not a human. You couldn't even touch me."

"I bet I could," Stacey said. "Oh wait, that was creepy, wasn't it."

"No, it's alright dear. Lets just focus on the task at hand though."

"Right. Well, I've been around this place a bunch of times now, and it's gotten a little glitchy… Uh, no offense," Stacey offered. "So it's possible your data did get jumbled, and it'll be an easy fix!"

"An… Easy… Fix..?" The Narrator started. Stacey sighed at that. She was in for a bit of a ride. "Do you honestly think I could fix this easily? And to call my hard and dedicated work glitchy? What gives you the authority? I used to be an ambitious little hard-drive Stacey, and now look where I am- Stacey..?"

"Are… Are you… Snoring..?"

While Stacey slept, cheek propped against her hand, slumped down into the armchair, The Narrator worked. He summoned The Parable Rules and Regulations handbook, and scanned it until he found the passage he had been looking for.

Glitches- Section VII- Protagonist Misplacement

If your main character, or whoever's name fills this sentence- The _ Parable, is ever misplaced entirely or has found him/herself within another game, here are the steps you must follow.

Do not panic. The following steps will show you what to do.

Consult The Parable Rules and Regulations handbook. Open it to this section.

Begin to read these steps.

By this time, The Narrator was wondering who was in charge of writing the handbook.

IV. Once you have started reading the steps, think about them.

This went on for a while, each step getting more and more vague philosophical as they went on. The Narrator began to lose hope. He decided to search the databases, and ran into the same conclusion as before. The history had been completely cleared. If he had an entry of Stanley working with him, it could help. Though, there were none.

"Y'know, you could try and restore your history," came a voice. "Just click the button."

"Stacey, I've been clicking buttons all night. And besides, I don't see one anywhere."

"In the bottom left corner?" The Narrator's tireless efforts were now displayed on the board in front of Stacey thanks to the projector. She paced the room again as she talked.

"Wha- I don't see that."

"But it's right there!"

"Where?"

"If you could let me up there, I would be able to help you."

"I can't, Stacey, I'm in the walls and the ceiling, I don't have a main area. I'm just wires and buttons."

"...Okay."

'More back and forth dialogue, ammy! More!' No I'm tired shhhhhhhhh