#framtid narrator

[aftcrpast]

"I'm sorry." Avon quietly whimpers to Framtid, having just bumped into him by mistake. "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I didn't mean to walk into you."

[ Avon for Framtid / @reubyrp ]

Framtid flinched, accidentally dropping the clipboard in his hands as he did. He blinked himself back to reality as he heard the apology. "Ah its.. Its alright, just uhm, keep an eye out next time." Spoke the narrator quietly, there was an odd, starry-like look to his hair, which almost seemed to defy gravity.

Yet a blink would show that it might've been a trick of the light. He picked up the clipboard again, tapping it twice with the back of his pen as he watched it turn into sand. "What brings you here? It's certainly been a while since any character has been here." He chuckles.

The space around them lights up, its an office, kind of dusty and definitely old technology, but it has a charm. A yellow line™ is painted across the floor. "Oh didn't I tell you to go." Muttered the narrator as he stepped on the line™, which... moved? It moved away and then it was gone, thats weird.

"Nonetheless, It's my pleasure to have you here uh..." He quickly checks his clipboard. "Avon, correct? Yes, it's my pleasure to have you here Avon. I am the Narrator of this story, which, hum, at the moment lacks my main character who is... Somewhere." He looks around, where is Stanley? Good question.

[behindfuture]

Thursday shows up in Forbi's office with a picnic basket.

"Hello, Forbi! Would you care for a spot of tea?" she says, badly imitating a British accent.

@the-haunted-office

Forbi came storming through the office "Do not begin or I can and WILL put you in a pit." It said, glaring down at Thursday, its own accent is a copy of the original Narrator's, of Framtid's, its not its own so it doesnt sound like a proper voice.

It sighed, its wings untensing and folding while the ones on its head simply relaxed, its second pair of arms folded behind its back while the other crossed on the front. It's apperance seemed a bit more disheveled than the last time one saw it, it's feathers being unkempt as the greatest tell.

The narrator sighed and one of its extra arms took the basket from Thursday's hands. "I'll humor your offer as long as you do not do that accent. Understood?" It huffed quietly as its other extra arm opened a doorway in the wall. "Come, my office is more comfortable than the parable"

It doesn't wait for an answer before opening the door and going in first, so much for chivalry. The office is warm and scented of coffee, its nicely decorated and it seems that the paintings Thursday gifted to it once are hung up on the walls, carefully kept and cleaned.

On one corner of the office was the recording booth, carefully placed inside of soundproof glass and panels decorating the walls. Many screens displayed themselves in front of the microphone, and the chair was Forbi sized. The script sat carefully in a folder, clearly cared for meticulously.

Forbi directed itself to the resting area, a set of couches and a coffee table facing the wall which contained a TV and a fireplace, for what reason? The fact that Mariella and Austin would sometimes visit, but mostly for in case Framtid visited, as he also liked to watch the story play out there.

The narrator carefully set down the basket on the table and sat down on one of the couches, one that was clearly made for it. It looked so much more comfortable once it sat down. The coffee table housed a couple other things, it was kind of messy on the end closest to Forbi's seat.

Papers, pens, and a red tie all in a less cared for manner, all of which Forbi tried to organize better. It's handwriting was in a very hard to read cursive so at first glance one wouldn't be able to guess what it was writing. "May you prepare the tea for us, Narrator?" It asks Thursday calmly as it organizes the table

[the-stanley-parable-roleplay]

The Narrators of the TSP Roleplay Community 

Want to be added? Let me know!

@thebionicnarrator​​

Johann Magnus Quill

@parables-for-days

Cyrus

Thursday

@themortyparable

Rick Sanchez

@darkandlightsides

The Narrator

@syntheticsacrifice

Narrator!Alice Graves

@sassycompanions

Royce Bracket

@therealnarrator

Nathaniel Wright

@doorontheleft​

The Narrator

@tsp-freedomnarry​

The Narrator

@thestoryisneverastory​

Story

@voiceofverbose​

Alexander

@thexabbyparable

​The Narrator

@startsanew​

The Narrator

@theoneinwhichyouexplode​

The Narrator

@narrator-in-training​

Jamison Fasil

Kiyori Aragaki

@yourstruly-thenarrator​

Skips

@aftcrpast​

Framtid

@disembodied-narration​

The Narrator

@the-paper-narrator​

Tiny

Ystafell

@the-freedom-ending​

The Narrator

@not-another-parable​

James

@behindfuture​

Forbi

@prophesiise​

Cain

@terminationofdesires​

Euthymia Spencer

@rflcticns​

Alec Magnus

@anetherealtale​

Dmitri Von Diamongal

@neverendingparable​

Jonathan Von Sales

[butchdykekondraki]

u are going to get to see my cringefail narrator and his not so cringefail stanley (Framtid and Stanley) there is also the two that would kill each other at first sight (Euthymia and Daze) space boys (Shadow Theatre n Stardust Stanley) and honestly im excited i've drawn ship art like, once in my life and it was narumitsu

-ajax

YEAAAAHHHH WOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[aftcrpast]

Framtid sighed, calming as he did, causing his hair to seemingly look more normal, nonetheless it's dark blue hue was still unnatural, maybe it was also dyed? God knows but he remembers being born with it. Looking at the white board his suspicions were confirmed more than they were from him simply being here, these kids may be stuck here.

His attention was returned to the twins when one coughed, turning with a quiet hum as he listened to them. He sighs, should he tell them? how will they react? will they panic? worry? worse? As he begins to overthink this his hair returns to its magical look, and then he snaps back to reality, yet it stays the same.

"The meeting ah.. I don't know, I was already gone by the time this meeting here was set to happen, in my scripts the information wasn't given but I believe it was to obtain more engagement from the audiences and be a better worker" He walks over to the projector, pressing some buttons to confirm that it was about that, and yeah it was.

Framtid glanced at the kids and then away, lowering his head and letting some air out through his nose. "I need you to believe me on this, but please do not panic I don't think I can handle it. I am most completely sure you are stuck in The Parables, stories told by a narrator like I was once. Originally we- we told the story of 427, Stanley." In his vision flashes a sight of his Stanley, now a narrator, it calms him a bit.

"But- But- in order to- to tell the story of Stanley and, and only Stanley, we we- we deleted the other employees and judging by you being still.. children, you couldn't have been considered as employees by the narrator and- oh dear oh lord." He puts his hands to his face, the way his body reacts to his panic is interesting, his hair returning to a full state of its starry look.

He casts a glance into his hair, which now floats by his head, there is no scene just static. He then turns to the kids, his electric blue eyes look scared. "I'm sorry, I don't know if we'll be able to find your mother" He says in the most heartbroken tone, he knows what its like after all, to lose your kids to lose your parents, its worse than one can imagine.

Continuation of this

aftcrpast

He muttered something to himself, a pity, they don’t seem to realize they’re not where their mother is anymore. But who is he to break that to them? Either way he sighed. “Th.. The conference room, yes.” He thought for a moment, putting his hand to the left side of his face, the one which his hair covered, as he thought.

Framtid did his best to place himself in the office in a mental map of the place, he believes it should be fairly similar to what he’s used to. Eventually he snaps back to reality “Just, follow me, keep close.”  He says to the girls as he looks around, before walking toward a hallway.

He made sure to stay on a path that made sense, until eventually coming to a sight much more familiar and preferable to him, a pair of two doors. “Now, it’s just on the door left to here.” And as he walked to the door on the left, he felt such a need to go through the right door, just something the room seems to do to people that have self control.

He resisted it of course and walked through the left door he once told his protagonist to go through. “Just here, I don’t think your mother is here though” Framtid says as he immediately goes to the white board to check if it’s been changed from what he’s used to seeing.

The girls followed the strange man. They kinda wanted to ask if he’s an alien or a genie of some sorts or something else. One thing the twins were sure of - the stranger is supernatural. The hair seemed like the most weird and interesting thing in his appearance. Yet the sisters were too shy to ask. At least, at the time.

At the set of two open doors both girls, though still following their guide, stared at the right door for a couple of seconds. It was opened wide, very unusual for an office, and the door ignited their curiosity. They felt like it was luring them, but they stayed on the path. This place was getting stranger with every discovery, the twins thought.

Finally, the conference room was reached and it was… rather small. But also empty!

“What? No one’s here…”, one of the girls murmured with disappointment.

“Maybe, the conference was over before we came?”, suggested the other sister.

They turned to their guide and one of them coughed for attention.

“Mister, do you by any chance know why this meeting was called?”

“And where everyone went? It doesn’t usually take our mom that long to finish with her work and… we’re worried”. The sisters spoke quietly, with a stammer once in a while, and one of them was playing with her ponytale in her hand. The kids tried to not show it, but they were clearly anxious.

@aftcrpast

[tridentialsovereignty]

"UH OH! UH OH! UH OH! YOU MADE A MISTAKE! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH! TELL ME THINGS THAT CAN'T BE TRUE!"

[slideintothevoid]

@parables-for-days is welcome in the light.

The place that the narrator arrives to is pitch black before suddenly, as if flipping a switch, it becomes full of light, too much light in fact its just white. "I see you heed my call, storyteller. Please, follow me" The familiar voice of the shadow speaks out as it begins to move.

The plane itself is simple, there's not much but however it seems important, something about it just feels special. The shadow would manifest nearby and quietly begin to walk past Thursday, halls starting to appear from the ground with a special feel to them. They were the average office halls, colored in monotone with screens showing protagonists instead of windows.

Each screen showed a different world, some familiar such as the telltale office she had just come from, and some unfamiliar such as a shattered office that seemed to be in space? An odd setting but quite beautiful for what it is.

Some had protagonists displayed in scene such as the one that pictured "Tanner Shihouin" climbing a fence and failing while some had narrators in them for example the one labeled "PLANE OF EUTHYMIA" with an unfamiliar purple haired narrator looking directly at the camera. The Director waved his gaze away and it was clear the way he huffed before looking away and speaking into a microphone.

Thousands of screens like these appeared, and before long, the Director began to speak "I have called you here for two reasons, you seem to be missing the core of the story, the protagonist. Alongside the approaching of the final act for which I'd like you to prepare, It's inevitable that the story comes to an end, I will simply aid you in making it less... Disappointing"

The figure comes to a stop before door 427 and opens it, the room manifesting inside is not the usual office, the familiar number and desk with a terminal we've seen thousands of times. Instead, its a compilation of many screens, it invites Thursday inside.

"You see, I can show you the state of anything from here, however it is your decision to create the end. It will come, but it will be stale shall you do nothing for it" It calls forward a set of screens, three actually. One that shows Cyrus in the narrator room, one that shows Austin in what seems to be actually Forbi's office judging from the winged figure he's shouting back at, Forbi looks different but its still recognizable as itself. And one that shows 221 sitting quietly in the office.

"This is the original core of the story, the Narrator, the one that came with the story. This is a protagonist you took from another story, and this is a narrator turned character that should have been removed altogether" The Director speaks coldly when referring to Framtid, he's met it before, it wasn't pretty.

"You may pick one, and we shall start the script there."

[aftcrpast]

Thud. 🎭 groans from the unceremonious fall in his face, feathered wings ruffling indignantly. He takes inventory of everything- wings unhurt, no injuries except for some bruising- and slowly starts to sit up, frowning.

There is someone staring at 🎭. He stands there quietly, before the voice of the Narrator, that being his own, speaks out. "Uh? May I ask what you are doing in my Parable?" Asks Framtid, quietly shifting where he stands. His one visible blue eye casts a soft gaze upon the other guy here.

He's very tall, absurdly tall for a human (If he counts as one) "I didn't plan to have any visits today.." He quietly extends his hand to help up the other guy.

[fleetinglullqby]

"I.. I don't think it's ever been normal, ever since I arrived it's been like this, and i've been in the parables for a while. What I do know is that this is the only reason to why we can travel offices, I've heard there are beasts out there that try to kill you." Cael's voice is surprisingly dead for how much voice his words have.

"Here, this is my lady's museum" He speaks as he walks through a door, on the other side is the pure white halls and walls of the museum, the walls adorned with memories from the many narrators, Framtid, Forbi, Stanley even despite barely knowing what he's doing.

"Welcome to my home, feel free to ask about anything."

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[aftcrpast]

*a sheet of paper comes out of a nearby printer* Hi whoever this reaches! I have cool printer talking powers now, but I don’t know how to send it to specific people. Anyways, does anyone know how to swim? Because I found the ultimate pool and I want some friends to come enjoy it! If not, that’s okay. To reply, uh, just talk into the printer, I think that’s how it works.

-Tiny

@the-paper-narrator

"Yo Framtid check this out! The printer printed something!" Exclaimed Miguel toward the very tired looking man in the corner of the room, who knew that two spanish-speaking brothers would be so tiring to watch after. "Thats.. What Printers do, Miguel." "Yeah I know but look its like, talking to us! Ven mira esto!"

A defeated sigh comes from Framtid as he walks toward the printer and sees it, upon reading the text he is left very confused, but attempts talking to it. "Well, uh, printer person, yeah, everyone in this office is pretty decent at swimming, even though not all of us like it"

Framtid jolts when he feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, calloused and strong "I knew you were kinda delulu but not this much!" Chuckled out Tanner as his brother laughed too, all both gained was a slap on the wrist from Framtid.

[aftcrpast]

[ open starter ]

There is a man, in front of the man is a desk, on top of that desk is a small fake Christmas tree. He's humming carols as he puts small yellow and purple ornaments on it. It was none other than Framtid, mayhaps he might no longer be in his comfortable office but he still has a desk to decorate, and he'll be damned if he doesn't.

It's been a while since anything interesting has happened, so he's doing what he can. There are small gifts wrapped under said tree, for people he likes, some are clearly things like mugs, while there is also the damned slab of a box resting against his desk. A bunch of papers are scattered around his workspace, alongside his notebook, and some Christmas storybooks, he must've been writing stories.

Really, he has one wish for this festive season, for someone to show up and let him tell a nice little winter story in this place, to have a reason to spice up the place for the holidays. He's not going to say he doesn't miss narrating, but he definitely does, but well, what with Stanley being somewhere resting up after a series of unfortunate events happened to him, and the Shihouins being god knows where, he's a bit stranded when it comes to a protagonist.

He hums as he puts up the star on the tiny tree, a small, LED light up star his beloved son gave him last week, as a "truce" gift he said, but honestly Framtid knows he just wanted to give him something for his very sad looking fake tree. So there he is, calmly spending time in his chair, looking at his tree, doing absolutely nothing.

[aftcrpast]

A portal opens up in the office where Stanley is, a neatly-folded up piece of paper comes through it, and the portal closes back before the paper even hits the floor.

If read, it will say:

Stanley,

I'm sorry we didn't get really get a chance to know each other. I'd have liked to, but, well, I guess things in life rarely turn out the way we expect, much less how we want.

There was a time when I didn't know what I was doing as a Narrator either. Actually, I still don't really know what I'm doing, but that's the thing. All you need to do is get in there and do it and you'll do just fine. If I did, you can too.

You got this!

There is no signature, and the note was typed up in a document and printed from a printer, so there is no handwriting to trace it back to.

@parables-for-days

Due to the fact he cannot read it from the narrator booth, he leaves it, going down to the office itself, he's wearing Framtid's bathrobe, open, like a coat type thing. Parts of his skin had already become that same galaxy that most of Framtid's body used to be made out of, unfortunately he doesn't have hair long enough to look into the future.

Nearing the paper, he picks it up gently, reading the words carefully. Who is this from? The wording feels familiar yet he can't quite place his finger on who it came from. All he knows is that it's special, he folds the paper softly before letting himself phase through the floor and back into the booth, he's getting the hand of this.

[aftcrpast]

The new icon that i didnt make in 2 minutes but 2 hours

[aftcrpast]

Bastard.

[aftcrpast]

The narrator chuckles at his lack of elaboration with stanley. "What do you do in responce when that one tries to kill you?" The narrator tilted his head.

Framtid sighed and picked out the folder that said Austin of course, opening the front page, the looping animated drawing of Austin almost as if saying "Fuck off" as it stared at whoever opened the folder

"I pick him up, and I put him in the virtual plane. Timeout if you will"

Narration lessons from the narrator!

"Allright is this working... hmm... oh ill just assume so. Hello there!!" It seemed as though the narrator was speaking into a camera, directly at you. He gave a little wave.

"I've recently been introduced to this multiverce of parables, and I have to say!" He clasped his hands together, sounding exited, with a large smile on his face.

"Im extremely disappointed." His smile fell and he sounded extremely serious, though the playfully aspect of his tone resumed shortly after.

"With all of theese different narrators, I would've expected at least one of them to hold a candel to myself!!" He sighed dramatically "Oh, but I suppose that was just too much to ask. So, to be fair to you all, other narrators out there!" He spoke excitedly once again.

"Im starting a program of sorts in my own universe! Lessons so you can all be proud to truly call yourselves a narrator!" He grinned, and the video fizzled out.

There were now directions showing. A short explanation of how to get yourself to wherever it was theese "lessons" were being held.

Should you choose to follow them, you find yourself infront of a large modern looking mini-mansion with a beautiful garden surrounding it. Though looking behind you, or at the surroundings of the mansion, there is only void to be found.

Open for RP.

[aftcrpast]

🐈 - Framtid @parables-for-days

"What about this is so amusing to people, there is nothing special about it, it's just a pair of ears and a tail"