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

The Narrator watched Stanley glance over the doors. Of course he takes the door on his right. Of course.

"This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it."

Stanley shook his head and walked into the lounge. Honestly, he didn't see anything great about it.

"Ah, yes. Truly a room worth-"

Stanley had left the room before The Narrator could finish.

"But eager to get back to business, Stanley took the first open door on his left."

Stanley didn't even look at the door as he went down the hallway.

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

Stanley entered the storage room and stepped onto the cargo lift.

"Look, Stanley, I think perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. I'm not your enemy, really, I'm not." Stanley rolled his eyes and focused on the door ahead of him.

"I realize that investing your trust in someone can be difficult, but the fact is that the story has been nothing but you all this time."

The Stanley Parable. Who else would the game be about?

"There's someone you've been neglecting, Stanley, someone you've forgotten about. Please, stop trying to make every decision by yourself."

Stanley looked around. He always hated this part of the dialogue. He considered jumping off into the Games Ending, and maybe even jumping off the cargo lift to kill himself.

Eh, maybe not. Stanley liked the specific ending he was going after.

"Now, I'm not asking for me; I'm asking for her." The cargo lift reached the upper floor. "This is it, Stanley, your chance to redeem yourself. To put your work aside, to let her back into your life. She's been waiting."

Stanley looked at the ceiling nonchalantly and walked inside the dark doorway. A light in the room clicked to life, revealing a ringing phone on a small table.

"That's her, Stanley. You need to be the one to do this, to reach out to her. If you can truly place your faith in another, then pick up the phone."

Stanley walked around the phone, smirking. He unplugged it.

"As Stanley picked up the phone, a white light engulfed him, filling him not just with radiance, but with hope. Hope for a life reunited once-"

The Narrator stopped once he saw Stanley still on his screen. "Wait... oh goodness, Stanley, did you just unplug the phone?" Stanley nodded enthusiastically. This was clearly a game to him now. The Narrator shook his head.

"Great. Here we go again. You screw the hell out of my game, and then have the nerve to not respond to me. We've been through this before, Stanley."

Stanley shrugged in response, and The Narrator narrowed his eyes. What was that supposed to mean?

"Okay, I'm confused. Did you do this for the ending, or just to piss me off?"

Stanley started snickering.

Both. That probably meant both.

Screw it then. Screw everything. Why not?

Then, The Narrator got an idea. "You know what? Since you enjoy breaking my game so much, I think I'll join you."

Stanley's eyes widened. That was unexpected.

"Yes.. I'm going to break my own game. Let's so how much you'll like it then."

Suddenly, the room began to shake, and the light was flickering. The noise that played when The Narrator shuts down the game later on sounded through the room. And everything went black.

What had he gotten himself into?

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