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Tragedy and Comedy

(This was inspired by The Bad End Theatre, it's an awesome game go check it out!)
SUMMARY: Narrator is a play producer and all of his plays end horribly, but Stanley is a sucker for happy endings. They try to compromise and make an amazing play.

TW/CW: mentioned death

"And as the heroine's head fell to the floor, he couldn't help but wonder if this all could have been avoided," I concluded, starting to close the curtains.

I looked out slightly and saw that there was only one person sitting in the theater. He had been here for so long. Every play, I see him out there.

I finally decided to get his personal opinion on my plays.

"Quite the sad ending, don't you think?" I asked from behind him.

He nearly jumped onto the stage, did he not hear me coming up?

"Jesus! Where did you come from?!" He yelled, staring at me in disbelief.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you heard me?" I asked, chuckling to myself a bit.

"Nope, I definitely did not!" He defended, putting a hand on his chest. Did he do theater in high school?

"So? Was my play to your liking?" I asked, sitting down and patting the spot next to me so he could sit.

"Your play? You're the director?" He asked, I nodded.

"Well, your endings are so tragic! Why?" He questioned, looking at me wide eyed.

"Well, call me tragedy, this is my bad end theatre," I said, looking at the stage.

"But, why?"

"Would you like to hear one last story?"

He nodded, slowly.

"Well, it's technically just the truth. When I was younger, I had a best friend named Stanley. Me and him were inseparable from the moment we met, we were like tragedy and comedy together. Eventually, I grew feelings for him. He needed up being forced to move states due to his family. I haven't seen him since, so I opened this theater in hopes that he would find it. He always hated sad endings."

"You know, even tragedy deserves a happy ending," He commented, intertwining our hands.

"What? I-"

"Call me Comedy, if you will," he said, looking up and meeting my gaze.

"STANLEY?! How did I not realize?!" I yelled, cupping his face with my free hand.

"I got a haircut?" He said, it sounded more like a question really.

"Oh you idiot," I said, pulling him into a hug in which he returned.

"I've missed you, Narry," he mumbled into my shirt.

"I guess tragedy can't live without comedy after all," I laughed, kissing his forehead tenderly.

"Shush you dork," he told me, leaning into a delicate kiss.

Maybe, just maybe, we would have a happy ending for once.