Stanley respawned and looked at the ceiling in disbelief. What the heck was that about? Why did The Narrator restart the game? That siren at the end... it sounded a lot like the one in the Confusion Ending. And if Stanley remembered correctly, The Narrator should remember nothing after this. This scared Stanley even more. Whatever The Narrator was going to tell him must have been important. SERIOUSLY important. So important, that a higher being didn't want it exposed. That would explain the sudden restart in that particular ending...

As Stanley stared at the ceiling for an answer, he noticed that The Narrator had gone silent. He knew what that meant.. The Narrator had forgotten. The Narrator wouldn't say anything as long as he stayed in his office. He stepped out, and the familiar dialogue was spoken.

"All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go the meeting room. Perhaps he had simply missed a memo."

Stanley sighed in disappointment. He really had forgotten...

Or maybe... maybe he didn't. If he could just communicate with The Narrator..

Stanley looked around for something to write with. Surely there was at least ONE pen or something in this entire building! The Narrator saw Stanley messing with everything and said the appropriate line.

"No matter how hard Stanley looked, he couldn't find a trace of his co-workers."

Stanley tuned him out and kept looking in boxes, behind piles, and he even tried typing on the computer. When he pressed a button on the computer, it turned to an error screen. It probably couldn't handle more than giving orders. He kept searching.

"Stanley went around touching every little thing in the office, but it didn't make a single difference, nor did it advance the story in any way."

Stanley couldn't help but hearing this. Whoever wrote the dialogue must have had something against him, otherwise it wouldn't be trying SO hard to insult, annoy, and generally piss him off. It must have had a grudge against him or something, because there was not ONE single writing utensil in this room. He threw his arms in the air in defeat, and went out into the hallway. Stanley decided to go along with the story. Maybe he'd find something on the way.

"When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left."

Stanley glanced over the doors. Where would he start? This was a huge building, and he didn't want to waste time with endings. So many possibilities. Absentmindedly, he took the door on his right.

"This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it prefectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it." Stanley wandered into the lounge. "Ah yes. Truly a room worth-" Stanley left the room before he could finish. "But eager to get back to buisiness, Stanley took the first open door on his left."

Stanley looked into the doorway. It was a small room, and at the other side was the hallway going to the meeting room. He decided to skip it, as he could always come back to it.

"Stanley was so bad at following directions, it was incredible he wasn't fired years ago."

Stanley stopped walking at that sentence. Even though he heard these phrases everyday, they still hurt like hell. It was painful to hear the same insults over and over again, all the time. He started to wonder... why was he even trying? Why did he care for The Narrator? What had The Narrator ever done for him? Sure, there was that one room where The Narrator tried to help them both be happy, but otherwise, The Narrator mocked him, insulted him, blew him up, and abandoned him. Even in the Freedom Ending. It was a happy ending, but it was also mocking him for the one thing he wasn't allowed: freedom. Freedom from the game. Freedom from The Narrator.

Then The Female Narrator's voice echoed through his head. Her laugh after he flipped the switch, and then the familiar dialogue.

"Oh, look at these two. How they wish to destroy one another. How they wish to control one another. How they both wish to be free."

They had both wanted to be free.. Stanley never thought about that hard enough.

"Can you see?" She had said. "Can you see how much they need one another?"

The last sentence got him to walk. Stanley knew now that they need to work together to get out of here, to escape the game. While The Narrator can control parts of the game, Stanley was the only one capable to actually go through it. All he had to do right now is find a pencil. He stepped into the large storage room. He looked behind the boxes, and tried looking ahead of him for anything. He couldn't open the boxes, as they were taped shut, and he had no way of opening them. Seeing there was nothing else to do, he looked down from the platform. Stanley did not want to go through an ending just to find a stupid pencil or something. So, taking a breath, he jumped off the platform, and fell to the ground below with a loud crack. His vision cut to black.

"But in his eagerness to prove that he is in control of the story and no one gets to tell him what to do, Stanley leapt from the platform and plunged to his death. Good job, Stanley. Everyone thinks you are very powerful."

The End Is Never The End Is Loading The End Is..

Stanley spawned in his office. He quickly got out, as he was planning to go straight to the two doors, since there was no where else to look.

"All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go the meeting room. Perhaps he had simply missed a memo."

Stanley got to the set of two open doors, and he got an idea.

"When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left."

Stanley went through the left door. Surely he could write on the whiteboards in the meeting room! At this thought, Stanley walked faster through the hallway. He stepped into the said room.

"Yet there was not a single person here either. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Stanley decided to go up to his boss's office, hoping to find an answer there."

That.. that wasn't a bad idea. If he couldn't do anything in here, going to his manager's office seemed like a great idea.

Stanley went to the whiteboards. There were no markers. Just his luck. And probably just to push the envelope, some dumbass decided to use permanant marker on the damn boards. Well, whoop-de-doo. Now, for that other idea. Stanley got out of the meeting room and into the next hallway. Walking a bit further, he passed by the broom closet: another place to have a writing utensil. He opened the door and went inside.

"Stanley stepped into the broom closet, but there was nothing here, so he turned around and got back on track."

Stanley looked through the shelves in the closet. Some tools, a few rolls of tape.. he briefly considered taking the tape and making letters, or using the tools or the broom to carve out words on the wall. The thought quickly left him. That was ridiculous. What if he had a typo?

"There was nothing here. No choice to make, no path to follow, just an empty broom closet. No reason to still be here."

Stanley sighed and got out. The Narrator was right about the broom closet being useless. Stanley decided to stick to his plan.

"Coming to a staircase, Stanley went upstairs to his boss's office."

Stanley did so, and stepping inside the room outside of the office, he checked the desks for anything. Nothing. Just a few magazines and disfunctional computers. He went inside the office.

"Stepping into his manager's office, Stanley was once again stunned to see not an indication of any human life. Shocked, unraveled, Sta-" Just to shut him up, Stanley entered "2845" into the keypad before The Narrator could finish. "Stanley was in such a rush to get through the story as quickly as possible, he didn't even have a single minute to let The Narrator talk. How stupid of him, as he can't even speak one word. Just think, him rummaging through desks, looking inside the broom closet.. he really must be retarded."

Stanley was about to flip the ceiling off, when he realized something... that line of dialogue isn't even in the story! The Narrator seemed to have noticed his actions. Did that mean that The Narrator was aware again? He was determined to find out. Unfortunately, he still didn't have anything to write with. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, Stanley looked through his boss's desk, and finally, he found a pencil. There was nothing to write with, so he started writing on the walls. The Narrator saw this and began to protest.

"Hey! What are you-!" He stopped when he read the writing.

'Shut up for a minute and let me ask you something.' Seeing that The Narrator had gone silent, he began to write again. 'Do you remember anything from the previous restart?'

"Um.. no. I don't. I'm not sure why, though. Why are you asking me this?"

'I'm afraid if I tell you, you're going to forget.'

"Make me forget?" The Narrator asked. "But the only one who is capable of doing that is- *BEEP BEEP*"

Another loud siren interrupted The Narrator, and Stanley's sight went black.

The End Is Never The End Is Loading The End Is..

The game had restarted. 'Dammit.' thought Stanley. He looked down to see that he still had the pencil in his hand, and smiled. Well, at least he didn't have to go through all that again. He got out of his office and immediately began writing in the walls.

"All of his co-workers were-wait-WAIT, WAIT WAIT WAITWAITWAIT. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Stanley gestured to the sentence he wrote. 'Do you remember anything from the past restart? Anything at all?'

The Narrator had calmed down, but was confused. "I.. restarted the game? Huh, I don't remember doing that.."

Stanley held a hand up, signaling The Narrator to stop. He didn't want The Narrator saying anything to provoke the game to reset. Not again. It was annoying to get The Narrator to shut up every time he started writing on the wall. Unbearably annoying. He moved to another part of the wall and wrote again.

'Before you say anything, just answer me this: are you in charge of the game? Please circle yes or no. I do not want the game to restart again.' The Narrator was shocked. How did Stanley know? How did he get the idea that The Narrator wasn't in control here? It wasn't in the script to say that! Did he say something in the last playthrough? What had he done? Oh, he would be in SO much trouble for this...

There was a creepy silence. Then, after a few clicks, "no" was circled. Stanley was feeling a mix of victory and fear right now. Victory for finding his theory correct, and fear for knowing that there is something more powerful out there. He picked up the pencil.

'Don't talk. I think whoever is in charge can hear you. Allow me to ask you a few questions.'

The Narrator wasn't enjoying the idea of not speaking, after all, he's a narrator. But he couldn't just leave Stanley in the dark by speaking and restarting the game. He would surely forget everything. Hopefully his boss isn't watching... 'Sure. Make it quick.' The Narrator wrote. Stanley smiled. Now he could finally get some answers.

'Who is in charge?' The Narrator wasn't entirely sure how to answer this.

'I don't even know.' Stanley narrowed his eyes.

'How could you not know your own boss?'

'No one told me, okay? I've never even met them!'

Wait, THEM?! There were multiple people? Were they human? Are they an organization? A cult? Why was The Narrator working for them? What was this about? Maybe this was a science experiment! Stanley had so many questions, but he apparently had a limited time, so, he went on to the next question.

'Okay.. why can't you remember anything when the game restarts?'

There was a pause. 'They don't want me to remember any plans or plots to escape my job. I was forced here. They erased everything I know. I don't even know if I have a name other than "The Narrator." I don't know if I even had a life outside this game. I-' The Narrator stopped writing when distant rolling sounds were being heard on his end.

'What is that?'

'My manager! Move to another room and act idle! He cannot know we've been talking!'

Stanley immediately ran to the room with a set of two open doors, and stood as still as he could, similar to his pose in the Not-Stanley Ending. The Narrator saw this as an opportunity to speak, and look like he was doing his job.

"When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left." A door was heard being opened on The Narrator's end. Stanley tried to look as mindless and souless as he could, while The Narrator was trying to act like he was supposed to in his lines... which was hard when your own brainwasher was standing behind you.

"Stanley? Hello? Are you... is everything okay?" A voice behind him chuckled.

"Oh, is this your stupid 'Not Stabley' Ending, or something?" The Narrator swiveled around in his chair to face The Interviewer. He cleared his throat.

"Erm.. actually, its Stanley.. and yes it is, sir." The Narrator said, trying to sound respectful. "And with all due respect, I think you should stop talking. Stanley might hear us."

"He shouldn't be able to. You made sure of that, didn't you?"

The Narrator gulped. "Y-yes I did, sir. Now, please let me go on with the game-" The Narrator was suddenly pushed back by an invisible force, into the computer, tipping over the script, and making the microphone fall over, sending feedback in the speakers in the office. Stanley had to resist the urge to cover his ears.

"Do NOT give orders to a higher rank!" The Interviewer yelled in a distorted voice. "Next time you do that, you will lose something in that precious game of yours, and THEY will hear about it, and you will be punished. DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

The Narrator got down and put back up the microphone and started gathering papers. "Yes sir, it won't happen again, sir."

There was a turning sound. "Good." The Interviewer said in a calmer tone. "I was just checking up on you since you've gone quiet. Get back to work, Narrator."

"Yes, sir." The door was heard being closed. The sound of rolling wheels grew farther and farther. When The Narrator couldn't hear it anymore, he sighed in relief. He got back up and sat at his desk. Stanley had already been writing.

'WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!'

'I was just punished for not doing my job.' The Narrator wrote sadly. 'If we are to continue talking, I'm going to say a few random lines here and there, so it looks like I'm working.'

'Fine with me.' Stanley wrote.

The Narrator cleared his throat. "All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go the meeting room. Perhaps he had simply missed a memo." Then The Narrator wrote, 'Nice job in acting there. I rate it a three.' Stanley laughed at the reference, and The Narrator smiled, happy he could make Stanley laugh even through he had just something to Stanley far worse than the Mind Control Machine; something worse than Not-Stanley Ending.

Stanley was in his story now.

[OKAY. This chapter is like, five times as long as an average chapter I write. You know why? CAUSE IMPROVEMENT.]

[Yesss.. I'm going to be taking this story SERIOUSLY. So seriously, that I have prepared a room for it. A serious room. One with a table and nothing else.]

[Do you know how long it took me to think of this? A HELL of lot of time! And I took a hell of lot of notes too! They're all in a separate room. That room is less serious than the first one.. its more of a... scrap room.]

[Okay, I didn't use a reference for that. That was all improv there. It was just to get the point across that this story will take a longer time to update.]

[Also, anyone who got the reference with Stanley writing words on the wall with a pencil gets an oreo!]

[Stanley: *Raises hand*]

[Oh, okay, you get one, Stanley. For allowing me to annoy and torture you so much.]

[Stanley: *Takes the cookie and runs out of the room*]

[Ah.. what am I doing? Whatever.. please review!]

[(5/30/15) EDIT: New cover! I made it myself~! Just like the last one! This new cover will be used for stories having The Narrator as the main character.]