Cw: suicid3 and death.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN!?"
Quieeet! Shh, my dear poor ears...
"I have a superpower? Like a actual power??? Why do I have a power? What the hell-"
Stanley, calm yourself. You... You are in a video game that we both created. It was ... Your idea.
"What..."
I was the programmer and you wrote me scripts.
"Those things... I wrote them? The story?" Yeah, because I had no time, I was programming.
"What why? Why did we create this game?"
It's like a Vr game but it... Takes your conscious, and your body.
"What the hell?" You get further from The Narrator.
You got stuck and I'm here to help you, get back to the real world.
"You're lying"
How so.
"I can tell, just by looking at your face."
Is that so?
"Yes it is" Your grip tightens around the bottle neck.
Well then, try out your ability and see for yourself. Narrator smiles.
"Like write a poem?" You were cautious. Something was wrong.
Not even write, just make up a poem on the spot. Make it have a singular purpose.
"I can't rhyme-"
Yes you can. You keep forgetting because of the previous resets. You drove yourself crazy in the game and couldn't get out anymore.
That sentence again. I'm stuck in a video game.. It dosen't sound true. And that's not because I'm delusional, but it really seems fake.
Fill this glass for example.
Narrator rises his glass.
"You could be fooling me by doing it yourself."
Why the distrust. Do anything you want then.
You turn away from him. Covered in sudden cold sweat.
"From one to two,
let this object renew,
Duplicate with grace,
and fill this space."
You touch a chair. It falls into two smaller separate chairs. You take a few steps back.
Told you.
Also the longer the poem, the stronger the power. Justt... Don't mess up an-
You raise your hand in the air suddenly.
"In my hand a lollipop I see, A tasty treat, so sweet to me.
With this spell I cast with glee,
Bring a lollipop, just for me.
As I say these words with care,
A lollipop appears, oh so fair.
A magic touch to make it real, Now in my hand, for me to feel.
Sweet and colorful, a delight,
This lollipop is a true sight.
A magic spell to make it appear, A special treat, for me so dear."
The Narrator chukles as a red lollipop forms into Stanley's raised hand.
"I... Could do this the whole time?"
You turn to the Narrator.
He shrugs. He knew it all this time.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You walk closer to him and drop the lollipop.
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Stanley Paraleble fanfiction | they/them reader.
ФанфикThis is the story of a person named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where they were Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: they sat at their desk in Room 427 and they pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to them...
