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Yet another reset. Stanley sighed as he stood up from his chair and stepped out into his office.
"All of his coworkers were gone," The Narrator said, sounding more exhausted this time. "What could it--" He was rudely interrupted by the sound of tiny footsteps and rustling papers. "What was that?"
Stanley shrugged, assuming it to be The Narrator's doing.
"Well, don't just stand there, go find out!"
Stanley made his way down the hallway, before screeching to a halt in front of those two doors. His eyes widened when he found the source of the noises; a small, orange cat with dark stripes and brown eyes. The cat had somehow dragged along a few sheets of paper with it.
"A cat?" The Narrator asked. "That's not supposed to be here. Stanley, did you have a cat this whole time?"
The man quickly shook his head.
"That's what I thought," He remarked, pausing for a moment. "I have no idea how this could have happened. I could just get rid of it."
Just then the cat let out a small, high-pitched meow.
"Good Lord," Narrator whispered. Stanley silently snickered.
'So do we just have a cat now?'
"What?! No! No, it doesn't make any sense to have a cat here!" Narrator exclaimed, dramatically huffing. The cat seemed to ignore the voice's obvious distress, flopping down onto the floor by Stanley's feet. Stanley had no idea what to do in this situation. He had rarely ever interacted with cats before. The cat simply stared up at him, seemingly wanting something.
"Well don't just stand there, Stanley! Do something!"
'It's a cat,' Stanley thought. 'Why is it such a big deal?'
"Just... Just do something! Pet it! Maybe that will get rid of it!"
'...' Stanley smirked, kneeling down to the cat's level.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Narrator asks.
'Do you like cats?'
Narrator scoffed but didn't answer.
'Is that why you want me to pet it?'
"I don't have to answer that."
'If you don't, I'll just ignore it.'
"Well now, that's just cruel. To the cat. Not that I care, of course."
'I think you do.' Stanley stood up, facing away from the cat and crossing his arms. The cat briefly lifted its head, meowing again.
"How childish of you, Stanley."
The man proceeded to stick his tongue out. Narrator groaned in frustration. If he had a body, he would definitely be scowling by now. "... The cat is cute, I suppose."
Stanley's smirk widened. 'And?'
"And what?!" The voice yelled, before sheepishly admitting, "Alright fine! I like cats. You got me, Stanley. You're so smart and perceptive." He muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
'Now you're being childish.'
"Just pet the damn cat already."
Stanley immediately sat back on the floor, cross-legged, reaching out a hand. The cat sniffed at him a few times before Stanley slowly began to pet the cat's soft fur. The feline began to softly purr, seemingly enjoying it.
"My goodness..." The Narrator gasped. Oh yeah, Stanley was definitely going to use this soft spot of his against him in the future.
'So we're keeping it, right?'
There was a moment of silence, before Narrator not-so-reluctantly agreed. "Alright, alright. I suppose it would be rather rude to get rid of them now."
'Good.' Stanley thought, relaxing as the cat crawled closer and sat on his lap. The Narrator sighed, knowing there wouldn't be any progress in the story for today. At least they had some new company, he thought.