"The Heart Of The Crooked" ||Stannarrator|| Stanley Parable Fanfic

"Stanleys Awakening"

Stanley sat at his desk, staring blankly at the flickering computer screen in front of him.

The fluorescent lights overhead hummed incessantly, casting a sickly glow over the drab, gray cubicle.

His co-workers had long since gone, leaving him alone in the empty office to finish his work.

As Stanley blinked heavily, struggling to stay awake, a sudden noise jolted him out of his stupor.

He sat up straight, heart racing, and glanced around the dimly lit room.

Had someone broken in? Was it a burglar? Or maybe just a mouse scurrying through the walls?

He shook his head, trying to clear the sleep from his mind.

It was probably just his imagination playing tricks on him. But as he turned back to his computer, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right..

"Ah, yes. Here we find Stanley at his desk, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his dreary workplace. The flickering computer screen, the humming fluorescent lights, the empty cubicles stretching out as far as the eye can see. And yet, something has disturbed the tranquil monotony of this mundane existence. What was that noise, I wonder? A harbinger of things to come, perhaps? Or merely a passing distraction? Only time will tell..."

Stanley's heart leapt into his throat as he spun around, searching for the source of the noise that had shattered the silence of the empty office. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead.

'Wh-who's there?' he thought, But there was no response, only an eerie silence that seemed to press in on him from all sides.

As Stanley strained to listen for any sign of movement or breath, he realized with a sudden shock that he couldn't speak.

Panic welled up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him completely.

He tried to feel for his mouth, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't find it.

Exhaling slowly to calm himself, Stanley forced himself to take a step forward, then another.

Each footfall echoed through the empty office, amplifying the sense of unease that hung in the air.

What was happening to him? And where was everyone else.

"Ah, it seems that our hero Stanley has stumbled upon something unexpected. A sudden noise, a strange presence, and a bizarre realization that he can no longer speak. How curious. What could it all mean? Is this the work of some mysterious force, or simply a figment of Stanley's imagination? It's too soon to say, but one thing is certain: the stakes have been raised, and the path ahead is more uncertain than ever before."

Stanley walked down a hallway coming across two doors  for a moment unsure of what to do. The doors in front of him...Was this another one of the narrator's tricks?

As if on cue, the smooth voice of the narrator filled the room. "Stanley, my dear boy," he said, his tone dripping with faux concern. "You've stumbled upon something quite outside the normal parameters of your little world. But fear not, for I am here to guide you."

"Now, if you'll just follow my instructions," the narrator continued, "you'll find that everything will be much easier. Go through the door on your left, Stanley. That's the way to continue the story line."

Stanley turned to the left, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the corridor.

The walls were lined with peeling wallpaper and flickering fluorescent lights, casting an eerie glow over the empty space.

As he walked, Stanley rubbed his arm absently, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, even though the building was supposed to be empty.

The sound of his own footsteps echoed through the empty space, adding to the sense of unease that hung in the air.

But Stanley pushed on, driven by a deep curiosity to uncover the secrets of this mysterious place.

He had a feeling that he was on the cusp of something big, something that would change the course of his life forever.

And he wasn't about to let that opportunity slip.