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"This is the story of a man named Stanley.
Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427.
Employee #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.
This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may 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.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened.
Something that would forever change Stanley;
Something he would never quite forget."
You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry from being asleep for so long. After taking a few moments to yourself to stretch and and rub your eyes, you almost immediately noticed you were not laying down.
In fact, you were in a swivel chair. You looked down at the chair for a good two seconds, wondering why you weren't in bed. 'Oh god.. Did I fall asleep on Twitter again?' You groaned silently.
But as you looked down, you then looked at your surroundings.
You weren't in your room. Not at all. Instead, you sat in what seemed to be a tiny office. The desk in front of you held a computer, along with a few other items.
"He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow." You flinched at the sound of the sudden, mysterious...British voice.
'Wh-' You blinked confusingly as you looked around the office. 'Who the hell is that?' The voice seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. It was strange.
"No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation."
'Wait- I know that voice..' You squinted as you thought for a few moments, waiting for the voice to speak again. "Something was very clearly wrong." He spoke.
And then it hit you like a train. 'IS THAT THE GUY FROM THE STANLEY PARABLE?!' Your eyes widened at the realization, and you then stood up from the chair.
You looked around again, as you began to recognize the room you stood in. A number printed onto the desk. 427.
'Stanley's office..'
"Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time." The narrator spoke calmly, somehow accurately depicting how you felt at the moment.
You listened to the narrator speak, wondering how the hell you had gotten into The Stanley Parable. 'I- I thought this thing only happened with object shows, and movies!' Your mind raced, as you looked down at yourself.
'THESE AREN'T MY CLOTHES!!' Instead of your usual attire, you wore what seemed to be the outfit that was slapped on the Stanley model. 'Why is this important?!' You wondered, as you tugged at the shirt you were forced into.
That was when you heard the narrator clear his throat in an attempt to catch your attention. You just looked around again, trying to find the source of the voice again, but to no avail.
Letting out a small sigh you then rubbed your face, trying to at least calm down the skyrocketing nerves. "But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.." The narrator spoke calmly, using the same tone of voice you remember form your old play-throughs.
You let out a small sigh, and looked up at the door that stood in front of you. The narrator was patiently silent, as you then opened the door and stepped through the door.
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bit of a time skip..
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"Stanley decided that this machinery would never again exert its terrible power over another human life."
The doors immediately closed as you stepped into the giant, dark room. The darkness looming over you like a heavy grudge.
You looked up at the huge screen, and made his way down the shaky catwalk. It shook slightly with every step you took down the catwalk.
"For he would dismantle the controls once and for all." The deep vocals of the narrator sent a small chill down your spine as you finally stopped.
There, in front of you, stood two big buttons. You very vividly remember the two endings you would get with these two buttons.
'Guess this is it.' You thought, as you gently rested your hands on your hips and looked at the two, big buttons.
You stood there for a good few seconds, contemplating the ending you could go through. But you quickly made up your mind after remembering what would happen if you pressed the OFF button.
'If I go with the freedom route.. then I might be able to go home?' You smiled at the thought as you then slammed your fist down on the button. The room went dark immediately.
Light music played in the background of your head. "Blackness..."
"And a rising chill of uncertainty..." The Narrator's soothing voice was one of the only things you could actually hear from the dark void that now surrounded you.
You looked forward. "Was it over?" 'I don't know, is it?' You smirked, as the music only had gotten louder, before erupting a big wave.
"Yes! He had won." A bright light then began to shine in front of you, forcing you to cover you eyes, as the light could've easily blinded you.
"He had defeated the machine, unshackled himself from someone else's command. Freedom was mere moments away."
The bright light had only gotten bigger with each second, forming a rectangle across the black room you stood inside.
"And yet, even as the immense door slowly opened, Stanley reflected on how many puzzles still lay unsolved.
Where had his coworkers gone?
How had he been freed from the machine's grasp?
What other mysteries did this strange building hold?"
The light didn't produce into the room you stood in. You sighed as the rectangle slowly began to fall to the ground.
Revealing trees, and a bright blue sky, with clouds. It was as though you had never played this ending before. You stared at the sight.
You slowly stepped forward and began to tune out the Narrator's voice. It eventually becoming a distant sound in the back of your head, not interrupting a single thought.
As the rectangle finally hit the ground, you slowly stepped through, and into the open space.
As the Narrator spoke, you didn't really listen, but focused on the outside. It was so bright, so beautiful.
You looked up at the sky with a small, yet slightly confused smile.
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