Well. This is a sight, isn't it? Me back into fanfiction? Who would of guess? Not me, apparently cause this idea came out of the blue!
Guess we better get on with it, then. As expected, I do not own anything of "The Stanley Parable" except for this story and character you will soon be introduced.
Please enjoy.
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"Blackness. And a rising chill of uncertainty."
"Was it over?"
A moment of silence filled the void until a massive clanging was heard. Light escaped from an opening, a sort of door decending down to slowly reveal the outside world.
"Yes! He had won!"
"He had defeated the machine, unshackled himself from someones else's command."
The smell of the fresh air filled the room, the sound of birds chirpping were heard. A third of the door was opening, so close yet so far away!
"Freedom was mere moments away"
"And yet, even as the immense door slowly opened, Stanley reflected on how many puzzles still lay unsolved."
"Where had his co-workers gone?"
"How had he been freed from the machine's grasp?"
"What other mysteries did this strange building hold?"
"But as sunlight streamed into the chamber, he realized none of this mattered to him."
The door was now half way open, and as the Narrator said, sunlight filled the once dark void chamber, slowly revealing the amazed Stanley in question. Freedom was in his grasp at last, he thought, he can finally leave this dammed place!
"For it was not knowlage, nor even power, that he had been seeking, but happiness."
"Perhaps his goal had not been to understand, but to let go."
"No longer would anyone tell him where to go, what to do, or how to feel."
"Whatever life he lives, it will be his."
The door was only a fourth away from being completely open, Stanley could see the grass, trees, the dirt path, and stone fencing around the bushes. It was beautiful. Truly beautiful. He couldn't muster up a word to such a sight.
"And that was all he needed to know. It was, perhaps, the only thing worth knowing."
Finally, it was fully open. Stanley took a couple of steps forward, letting the sun rays blind him for a moment before quickly adjusting to the sight. It's all there, the outside world, freedom, he could practically taste it...
"Stanley stepped through the open door."
One step, that's all he needed to do, just one single step to-
Rumble Rumble Rumble...
"Wait...what's happening? This isn't- Stanley! Did you do something?" The Narrator said with both worry and confusion, this was supposed to be a crucial moment! "Is it an earthquake? An explosion went off?!"
Stanley was just as confused, unsure what to do now, but the outside was right there! Maybe if he goes through he'll be-
THUNK!
...there...there's an invisible wall? Why is there-
"No no no this isn't suppose to happen! This can't be happening! You're suppose to leave! Why is the game not-!"
The rumbling grew more intense, The Narrator couldn't fathom what was happening as it continues to get worse for both him and Stanley. Neither one have no way to escape, no way to prevent this from whatever its trying to do. Was this the end? The end of everything they worked for?
Everything was now shaking intensely, Stanley couldn't stay up as he fell to his knees, looking down at the metal floor. He couldn't hear The Narrator talking anymore as a ringing in his ear was going off, growing louder and louder and louder and louder and louder
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"This is a story of a man named Stanley."
Music started playing, charming music to set the mood of the game.
"Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427."
An office room then spawned in the middle of a sort of void. It had a standered desk with the number '427' on the side of it in yellow with the man who's supposedly 'Stanley' sitting down, facing an old computer typing specific characters and keys.
"Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard."
"Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order."
As The Narrator said, 'Stanley' was typing whatever comes up on the screen. In a specific order, in a specific way, in a specific time. It was...rather dull.
"This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job."
"And Stanley was happy."
...that's a rather bold assumption, but to each there own. 'Stanley' was indeed happy. Very happy. The only problem is...
...that's not Stanley.
"And then one day, something very peculiar happened."
"Something that would forever change Stanley."
"Something he would never quite forget."
"He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order-"
"Um...w...where...where am I..?" 'Stanley' spoke up.
"...what?"
"W-Where...what am I...doing here..?" The person who was supposedly Stanley stood up, feeling their body around. "These aren't my clothes? Why am I in an office-" They looked down at the computer and the file cabinet of papers, rummaging through them for answers. "These...what even are these, I can't fucking read them! They're really blurry..."
"You're...you're not Stanley? This isn't right. Am I in the right office?" There was sounds of paper through The Narrator as he muttered through something, possibly a script of sort. "No...no this is the right office, 427 is right there, but...hmm...well I guess we'll have to go with it."
The Narrator cleared his throat and continued on with the dialog. "Let's see...tuh tuh tuh...we can probably just skip this bit..."
"Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time."
The stranger wasn't sure what to make of this, but considering they had to find a way out, the only way to do that was to leave this office room. As well as finding anyone who would be able to find a way back home.
"But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."
They reached for the doorknob, slowly turning it to open the door to find...an office space. No surprise there. There were more doors and desks with numbers ascending up to 437. So some people have their own office room and others have outside desk? Interesting.
Once out, we have a better look at our new main character. They're definitely more different from Stanley, having a more dark brown hair color. It's a little longer with the sides being faded, so it's able to have a more feathery, hairstyle to it.
They seem to be wearing some typical prescribed glasses with a dark blue frame to them. The attire though was the same as Stanley's, adjusted of course to fit the new person's body. The same grey button-up with black pants and shoes to match. Not much to the imagination whoever came up with such a basic attire.
"...ahem...I said. Stanley stepped out of his office." The Narraror stated, which made the new character jump a little, making them move.
"Hello...? Who's there? Is...Is anyone here?" They looked around the empty desk. Most of the monitors were off. Some office supplies were here and there, not scattered, but just there on the desk. "Is this some sort of reality show? Am I being punked? Who set this up-?!"
"Okay, no, I'm not here for this tom foolery." The Narrator spoke again. "Just who the hell are you exactly? You're definitely not Stanley, nor anyone he knows for that matter."
"Well, the name doesn't sound familiar." They scoffed as they kept walking to an open door. It led to a short hallway directing to another room full of, yet again, empty desk. Joy. "Where the hell are you though? Are you broadcasting me or something in a different room?"
"No, I'm not. I'm actually-" The Narrator was about to explain, but quickly refrain. "Wait, no! I'm not telling you anything! Not until you tell me where Stanley is! Otherwise, this whole story will be off-STOP TOUCHING THE MONITORS!!"
The person yelped a little and backed away from the computer they were messing with. "Fine! Fuck, I won't touch anything...maybe some names would be fine, that'd be a start..."
The room went quiet for a moment when that was suggested. Just subtle beeping and humming from the computers. Who will answer first?
"...just call me 'Narrator.'" He broke the silence. "Should be simple enough to remember."
"Narrator, huh? Interesting name...Ishmael. Call me Ishmael." They lightly smiled. "And now we got to know each other, why not tell me at least where I am."
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And that's the end! Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of this crazy story! This honestly came out of nowhere, so I hope it's at least entertaining.Haven't done a proper fanfiction well over...ever to be honest. At least in my actual account. Enjoy it while it lasts, I guess -;Anyway, see you in the next chapter! Whenever that'll be!