#not employee 427 in the tags

[posts-from-employee-427]

Dear Stanley,

I’m writing this because I’m stuck in a never-ending loop of my day! Help! Any advice?

Thank you

...

Dear Anon,

Dear Loop Stuck Anon,

Dear Groundhog Anon

Dgod damnit I'm not going to find a better start am I. Hate this writing shit.

Dear Anon,

I really would hate to be in your shoes! Most loops go on for forever. And forever. And then some more. If you're lucky, there's an escape or way to break the loop. If you aren't, you'd better get comfortable with the things surrounding you.

If you're extremely unlucky, you might find yourself with no one by your side during this. That's when I'd suggest getting really comfortable with the things not surrounding you, because there's really no fixing that if it happens.

If you decide you want to break all possible barriers of how unlucky someone can be and get put in a giant void after escaping, at that point just take a nap man. Sometimes you gotta just give up on it.

But above all you should probably get use to wherever you are and whoever you're with. Because it won't be changing for the foreseeable future. It's. Difficult. I won't lie and say it's easy, or that it gets easy, or that really anything remarkable will happen because you're comfortable with your surroundings.

But it's about all you can do to survive. You're stuck now kid! Better get used to it! Because getting used to it is going to be your best survival strategy from this point forward.

I wish you good luck, Anon.

-Stanley

[iddybittysnail]

[thechaotichorselord]

lazy angst art (some lore)

lil info under read more

this comic takes place a little bit farther into the UG!au, where Stanley and Narrator have to fight for their lives. Narrator has revealed his past and Stanley holds big resentment to him.

Nar was almost killed once, which jumpstarted the entire “incident” i bring up a lot. Technically if he had been killed the game would’ve been thrown out of balance, allowing [TBA] to [TBA]. Without Nar, Stanley wouldn’t have been allowed to exist. Stanley was created by the crows as a protagonist, basically to be the PERFECT protagonist. They did everything to him to make him correct, but oddly he was imperfect in every way.

Nar became fascinated by the prospect of a perfect NPC by nature NOT being perfect at all, and was able to convince the Crows to let Stanley exist and have his own game even after the “incident”.

So he’s responsible for Stanley’s life. His existence. And he regrets what he did, and regrets ever thinking he could make his story enjoyable for Stanley. Regrets thinking he could move on from his past.

He regrets living and dragging Stanley into his own mistakes.

[neptunic-saturn]

STANLER?!!!!

FROM THE STANLEY PARABLE??????

[altriancloud]

Ready to follow The Stanley Parable Adventure Line™?

Click for better quality slhdjkhajsdkfh

[jennicatzies]

Stanneroos. Lots of em. Why? Just because.

[acronym-chaos]

Stanley (Stanley Parable) ID Pack

[PT: Stanley (Stanley Parable) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Alice, Arthur, Audrey, Bernard, Casey, Charlie, Charlotte, Claire, Clark, Dale, Dakota, Diana, Douglas, Edith, Eleanor, Elliot, Emma, Ernest, Evelyn, Finley, Frank, Gary, George, Grace, Harper, Harold, Hazel, Henry, Jack, James, Jamie, Jonathan, Jordan, Julia, Kevin, Larry, Leonard, Leslie, Lily, Lloyd, Malcolm, Margaret, Martin, Michael, Morgan, Nora, Norman, Oliver, Oscar, Parker, Penelope, Peter, Phillip, Quinn, Ralph, Richard, Riley, Robert, Rose, Rowan, Sam, Samuel, Sarah, Sidney, Stanley, Stella, Steven, Stuart, Taylor, Thomas, Victoria, Vincent, Wallace, Walter, William, Winston

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Blo / Block / Blocks; Bo / Button / Buttons; Choi / Choice / Choices; Cli / Click / Clicks; Deci / Sion / Decis [Decision]; En / End / Ends; Follow / Follows / Follows; Opt / Option / Options; Path / Path / Paths; Press / Press / Presses; Prompt / Prompt / Prompts; Quit / Quit / Quits; Re / Restart / Restarts; Re / Rewind / Rewinds; Rep / Repeat / Repeats; Ste / Step / Steps; Ti / Time / Times; Opt / Option / Options

Titles

[PT: Titles].

An Office Drone; Reluctant Follower; The Button Presser; The Choice Maker; The Decision Unmaker; The Employee in Room 427; The One Who Follows; The One Who Stays on Track; The Path Walker; The Player of Games; The Protagonist in a Story; The Reluctant Hero; The Subject of Narration; The Wanderer of Choices; The Worker Who Breaks the Cycle; [Pronoun] With Many Paths; [Pronoun] Who Can Restart; [Pronoun] Who Chooses the Path; [Pronoun] Who Defies the Narrator; [Pronoun] Who Resets Reality

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[d8tl55c]

what if VI part 3 is just a weird fever dream flashback of all the reasons victim thinks he's right and his actions are completely justified

the first bit exactly explains how he survived his Flash file deleting, logically and clearly (clinically? detached from the emotion of the experience?), but the animation quality and/or style and tone are completely different to recent AvA, like something's missing, or this memory isn't all there anymore.

and think Meet the Pyro level of over-positivity in the beginning

leaning the ways of the city. snippets of how Rocket Corp. came to be, then built up over time.

maybe the mercs are victim's buddies like how orange has CG (credit for this idea to someone else.. ill find it... ghhgh it's a fanart post i think? i saw it so long ago.....(edit: so so sorry it's hopeless it's buried DEEP in my likes and i can't find it on vic or agent's tags- if someone else knows what it is that'd help ill link it later ANYWAY))?

most importantly, he learns that he's got charm and a knack for bringing other people together to do what he wants

interspersed with more and more doubts that are, at first, crushed into nothing - he'll never forget why he's doing this - but are getting louder in his ear

until the first test of the Box or a similar prototype of one of his worrying technologies: it goes bad.

unnamed worker 427 gets hurt in some horrifying way or whatever.

it's vic's call whether or not to continue.

this would be the first big step in the right direction, but is it... y'know... still the right direction?

vic realizes the little voice buzzing furiously in his ear all the time is too appalled to respond.

it's quiet for once.

huh. that's... nice.

they go ahead.

unreality of the vfx, editing, sound effects gets way worse from here. the colors are too strong or too washed out, there's tunnel vision vignettes hiding just enough detail from view to let you imagine what might be back there, and reports from hundreds of tests of various tech that you'd REALLY WANT TO GO 100% RIGHT with long sections redacted, and a thick sharpie lying next to the stack on vic's desk.

the only actually nice parts are like... slice of life of the nice parts of working in a big office building. setting up fun stuff to keep employee morale up (inspiration: RC company event shirts made by someone else lol) and such. but it's never too long before the work continues.

and things are going perfectly to plan.

...

whatever is left of the "voice" that was keeping him in check is now small and helpless

and he HATES IT FOR THAT

HE IS NOTHING LIKE (HE USED TO BE) THAT PATHETIC CREATURE

sometimes he practices fighting in his head with vicious fantasies of beating it down-

.

cough

uh,

anyway im curious about his perspective on all this

the description saying, "Anything goes, in The Box" on part 2 was SO CHILLING when i noticed it(!!!!!!), not to mention the contents of the ep itself- and id love a microscope pointed at his head, in a fic or somehow jammed into canon.

his favorite weapon is a WHIP guys?????

WHAT is going on in there

[askemployee427]

“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 answered questions on a keyboard. Asks came to him through a monitor on his desk, questioning him about things along the lines as to what his opinion on The Narrator is, what his favorite ending is, and why he might like it so much. This is what employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the asks came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy.”

Hello, internet. My name is Stanley. Welcome to my ask blog.

RULES

(more will be added as needed.)

- None of that NSFW stuff, please and thank you. Suggestive jokes and whatnot are alright, though.

- You MAY claim an anon title (Ex. Bucket Anon). There will be a list below featuring all of the anon names received.

- RP asks ARE allowed.

ANONS

- ProtoAnon

- Nice Teen Anon

- The normal and sane Hampteranon

- Writer Anon

- Sigma Anon

- ​That one simp for timekeeper anon

- ​Pink glasses anon

- Stanley's uncanon kid anon

- Fox Anon🦊

TAGS

#ask stanley - Posts answering asks that get sent in

#stanleyposting - Random posts, updates, and whatnot

EXTRA

Hello! @bucketfan427 here! I’m running this blog- if at any point I have to post ooc, I’ll do so by writing like this (see below) to make it easier!

|| Hello everyone!

I hope you enjoy sending asks here as much as I enjoy getting to answer them! ^^

almost forgot to add this, but thank you @an-theduckin for the blog idea!

[w-corp-clerk-anon]

So.... uhmm... -"How do we tell them?" -"Well Aisha... I did not expected for the "new" person to panic afther seeing the beholders making bets" -"More like you did not expected the free rhynoplasty" -"and the broken rib, these bandages are itchy..." -"Gotch-ya clerk boss" -"Thanks Lars, so what i wanted to say..." -"Allow me to do it, you can tag later" -"Imagine being sent to check out on the stranded employee from another world" -"then accidentally jumpscaring them" -"that's where the broken nose came from" -"you should be resting you hard-headed idiot" -"Geez Aisha, no need to be rude" -"She has a point" -"You too Gary?" -"Well, where i was.. oh right... imagine getting punched hard enought to break your nose but not hard enought to faint" -"Then end up offering a tour around the place while at the same time cursing like a mute sailor, and don't make me faces, i saw you do that thing with your hands when you're mad" -"now imagine that during the tour, Io and behold, 4 claws, 2 beholders, an arbirter and several low ranked fixers becoming the reason why the Train WG-427 hasn't been able to leave from the station" -"now you know where it goes, and i will resume it fast, Interlooper stares at the staff that came from the head, Interlooper has a panic attack, clerk-boss here tries to help her calm down, a bad reaction from the interlooper involves a punch towards the chest, clerk-boss barely dodges and ends up with most of their right side ribs shattered due to the sheer force of the punch" -"wich makes me wonder... how the fuck are you still alive" -"2 things, 1) i don't know, and 2) is likely due to the ampules box i was holding at the time, speaking of wich, i have to still send the fine i got from K-corp for damaging company resources towards that woman" -"and that kind-of explains why they where missing"

[waywardstanleys]

The End Is A Lie

Part Five: In which the Narrator has to resume his story without our protagonist

(part one — > [x], part two —> [x], part three —> [x] part four —> [x] )    

"HEY MISS! YES YES, YOU. STOP SLEEPING, GET OFF THE CHAIR AND LEAVE THE ROOM #427! PLEASE!” The voice sounded very loud and very insistent.

Chell opened her eyes, shook her head in annoyance, and climbed out from behind the cluttered, paper-strewn desk. She looked around and concluded that she was once again in that small office room belonging to Employee #427. It weighed heavily on her. Again.

"Oh, so now you are finally awake?" the same voice inquired, lowering its tone slightly, "I must say, you slept quite soundly. Perhaps you had a very pleasant dream, didn't you? You probably thought (how arrogant of you!) that I have been gazing at your smiling sleepy face all this time? Oh, no no no! That would be far too flattering for you. Trust me, I would never waste my precious time admiring your sleeping face... Miss, stop frowning and looking around as if I'm right behind you! Did you—no, you clearly misunderstood me, oh dear! I suppose I need to clarify," his voice became deliberately serious, "Young lady, you are of no interest to me. I hope those words didn't hurt your ego too much. No? Good. Now, let's get back to our topic. As I mentioned before, you have mistaken the office room. Please leave the hallway."

Chell silently followed the Narrator's words, doing so only because she needed to move forward. After all, she had promised herself to escape from this trap. And she would do it. Chell always believed that from any, even the worst situation, there was a way out. If you just used your brain a little. That's precisely what she was doing right now, diligently trying not to be distracted by the Narrator and completely ignoring him. But, to her deepest annoyance, his voice was utterly impossible to ignore. On the contrary, the Narrator's voice was so pleasant to the ear that she couldn’t help but listened to it.

"In my Story, I wrote about how all of Stanley's colleagues mysteriously disappeared," the Narrator continued, "That means you shouldn't be here. This is not your Story, Miss. This is the story about Employee #427. And what's your number? Let me take a look at your name tag... ah, so you are Employee #1498. What are you even doing here? Your office room, it’s... hmmm... is it somewhere in the utility floors? Or not? I hope you remember... wait, where are you going? Ah, the left door. Decided to follow the plot, huh? Oh, too bad you are not Stanley. By the way, have you happened to see him anywhere? Hmm? You don't know what he looks like? Strange. Well, let me think... ah, yes. Lanky, unattractive young man, wearing a plaid shirt. He also has crooked ears, big eyes and a creepy smile. No? You have never seen him at all? Blast it, where could he have gone?..."

Meanwhile, Chell slowly climbed the stairs to the Boss’ office with a firm intention to open the door in the fake fireplace, deactivate the Machine, and escape from the Office. Entering the lavishly furnished office, she approached the keypad and quickly entered the password: two, eight, four, five. The panel emitted an affirmative beep. The sound of mechanisms opening the fireplace was heard. Chell stepped into the elevator and pressed its large button with a downward arrow. Apparently, in this company, whatever was it called, the local Boss had an obvious fondness for big red buttons. Especially ones with black arrows. It's just a shame she only had one option. No choice at all. So, she pressed the button. The elevator creaked but didn't budge. Chell pressed the button again, applying a bit more force than necessary. The button sank into its metallic casing and couldn't be pressed anymore. The elevator still didn't move. Frustrated, Chell sighed and returned to the Boss's office. Sitting down in one of the chairs, she crossed her arms and stared up at the ceiling, where, according to her calculations, the Narrator could be watching her through a hidden camera.

“Did you really think I would let you go?” his voice smirked a couple of minutes later. “Oh, no. Of course not. I could have just deleted you, like everyone else, long before you reached the room with the choice. But I didn't do that. Do you want to know why? I became curious, so I decided to wait for a bit. And there is it, Chell pressed the button, but the elevator didn't move. She pressed the button again. I made no attempts to stop her. And here we go; she broke the button and achieved nothing with it. So, why do you think this happened? You had a chance! Only this time, you could have become the main character! You could have finished my Story. You could have been Stanley. But alas, you simply can't be Stanley, just like he himself can't be someone else," the Narrator sighed. Silence fell. And so what? What did he mean by that? the woman thought, gazing at the ceiling. He is just wasting time.

What's next?

Chell silently continued to sit in her chair and wait. She had no other choice since the elevator wasn't going anywhere and the doors were locked. She didn't make any further attempts to open them, vividly remembering her previous experience trapped on the iron walkway with the wall of countless screens. She got up from the chair, approached the shelves, and began to boredly examine books placed on them. What do we have here? ‘Accounting’, ‘Fundamentals of Marketing’... deadly boring! Suddenly, Chell's gaze stopped on one of the books. It was unbelievably thin and small. Moreover, its red spine had no title. The woman reached and pulled it out from the tight row of brown volumes. A barely audible sound reached her sensitive ears... a bell? Some kind of melody?

“What the—what do you mean, I don't have the access!?” the Narrator’s grumble reached her. Somewhere off-screen, the rustling of papers and the sound of rapid clicking of keyboard buttons could be heard. “I apologize,” his voice sounded slightly out of breath. “It turns out I can't delete you. I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the Game for a little longer until I figure out how to fix this.”

The girl carefully studied the bookshelves, occasionally pulling out books without titles and carelessly throwing them onto the ground. There were eight such books. Two red, two green, two yellow, and two blue. Chell picked up one of them, a red one, and opened it to a random page. Blank pages. How predictable. She placed the book on the right shelf. Somewhere in the distance, a familiar melody of bells tinkled. So, when the books are arranged incorrectly, a sound signal is activated...

“Cheeelley,” - the Narrator seemed to trace and elongate her name in the air, causing Chell, who had been fully immersed in her thoughts, to startle and drop the remaining two books from her hands. “Why are you rearranging the books? Well, you don't have to bother answering, I already know. Of course there could be a second secret door here! A completely secret very well hidden door behind the bookshelf! What an original and fresh idea! I simply couldn't resist adding it to my game! Alright, I won't interfere with your ridiculous attempts to solve a non-existent puzzle. Such efforts undoubtedly deserve a chance of success. I'll even cross my fingers for you, Cheeelley,” and his voice mockingly stretched out her name yet again. The woman frowned, almost physically feeling how his mocking words pierced her eardrums like sharp needles, but stubbornly continued arranging the books according to the scheme that had formed in her mind.

When Chell placed the last yellow book on the second bottom shelf, a loud click echoed through the office. The bookshelves trembled menacingly.

“And I did add a second secret door indeed,” the Narrator said in a tone devoid of any expression. ”How could I forget that?” The bookshelf slowly moved up to the ceiling, revealing a huge square passage.

“It seems too dark there, don't you think, Chell? And what if...” The girl looked up at the ceiling and pressed a button located on the side opposite of the bookshelf. The corridor was instantly illuminated.

“...Yes yes, I understand that you love adventures, Chell. And you know what? I like that. So let's forget about the past and move forward. I'm sure we'll work together just fine. I think Stanley, wherever he may be now, will forgive me if I temporarily suspend the search. So, onwards! Towards a new Story!”

As soon as Chell stepped into the revealed secret passage, a repulsive screech rang out, causing her ears nearly curl up. She looked up and saw a huge stone slab flying relentlessly straight towards her.

“Are you kidding me?!” the woman yelled and rushed in the opposite direction, towards the first fork in the corridor where the ceiling was white and completely motionless.

“I didn’t do anything!” the Narrator yelled back, just as shocked as Chell.

A second before the woman almost reached the salvation of the turn, the heavy stone slab fell down, covering a large part of the corridor with a bone-crushing crash, engulfing it in a whirlwind of concrete dust and shattered glass fragments.

[francesderwent]

I posted 5,391 times in 2022

That's 542 more posts than 2021!

1,125 posts created (21%)

4,266 posts reblogged (79%)

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I tagged 5,316 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#taylor swift - 427 posts

#tvd - 376 posts

#text - 320 posts

#in which cate tells stories - 316 posts

#cate liveblogs! - 214 posts

#btvs - 150 posts

#batfam brainrot - 135 posts

#teen wolf - 131 posts

#stranger things - 120 posts

#this is me admitting i need a music tag - 113 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#(& she’d be like ‘i don’t even remember doing this where did you find it’ or ‘i was like wow that’s so sad! then i remembered i wrote it)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think it’s worth reminding ourselves that the first thing that moved Shia wasn’t studying Padre Pio himself, who probably would have been absolutely incomprehensible as an inroads to faith for someone lacking any sense of it, it wasn’t the liturgy, it wasn’t any of the books that he would eventually become so versed in. it was people letting him eat their ice cream and pet their cats, people telling him jokes, people who weren’t demanding anything of him. and then, it was the Gospels.

237 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

twosday is definitely a holiday specifically from the hundred acre wood

780 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

#3

oh my gosh you guys I think “screaming, crying, throwing up” has the same usage and meaning as “wailing and gnashing of teeth”

2,743 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

#2

reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city

50,089 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

wish list for people who don’t want anything

aka possessions which are just possessions, but which have noticeably improved my quality of life: for when people ask you “what do you want for your birthday/Christmas/graduation” and you instantly transform into St Francis and pledge fealty to Lady Poverty because your mind went blank

nice. new. sheets. I cannot emphasize this one enough. if you’re still using the same sheets you had in college, you should probably get new ones. get yourself some 100% bamboo rayon sheets—they're silky and perfect for summer and great for sensitive skin! or, if you’re cold all the time, flannel sheets!

kitchen knives. or even just one really good kitchen knife.

new curtains—blackout if you are a creature of the night like I am

fleece lined anything, but especially sweatpants and hoodies. wool lined socks are also good. if you don’t have the option of coming home after work and putting on an entire outfit that is loose and fuzzy, you should change that, because you deserve that option.

cookie sheets with a layer of air between the top and the bottom. the bottoms of your cookies will never burn again.

kitchen scale!!! no more leveling off flour with a knife and getting it all over the table!! now all your measuring is just shoveling stuff in and out of bowls like you’re at the beach. baking is both more accurate and also way more fun.

coffee bean grinder. if you want to upgrade your coffee experience, this is a great one-time purchase. just-ground beans have a much better flavor than pre-ground.

CDs!! ask for a gift card and expand your physical music collection! or a collection of the DVDs for your favorite show!

72,082 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

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#some may be like ‘oh he’s a cis dude so you must be cis’ but i will go ‘my pronouns are they/them and my gender is unknown even to i’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Dhmis - FEELINGS (fan script)

Disclaimer: I am not British, sorry if that makes it weird

Content Includes: Violence and Extreme Anger that leads to violence

And so it begins:

(Like usual, a new version of the intro song plays)

There’s three of us!

There’s three of us!

Look closely and you’ll see

There’s three of us

Just three of us

It’s him and you and me

And everyday we all hang out

To find out what we talk about

Red: And I think I am remembering

Yellow: And it hurts my brain to…(singing stops) what?

Duck: Remembering? Remembering what?

Red: I dunno, I think it’s…all the things that have been happening to us.

Duck: What do you mean?

See the full post

38 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

#4

“The World Began Anew” (Stanley and the Narrator Have Feelings Pt. 3)

Warning/Notice: So cheesy, shorter, and it’s a slow burn ahead <3

The world began anew.

Stanley winced slightly. He had been taking a nap after falling asleep to the narrator’s calming whispers. He knew the narrator had his tapes, he knew he didn’t always forget, but he also knew that the narrator didn’t always remember and Stanley wasn’t sure the tapes would either. Should he keep hope? Would not having it hurt less?

His mind quieted once he realized the narrator was not speaking. Perhaps he remembered and skipped his intro! Or maybe Stanley had spaced out for so long that he had already finished. Or maybe-

“I remember.”

Stanley looked up at the ceiling, letting the hope seep into him.

“Stanley, I remember!” the Narrator shouted joyfully, laughing in relief, “I remember your dog and my body and our conversations and our past! I remember it all!”

Stanley jumped for joy while crying happily, “You remembered!”

As their laughter and excitement died down into a calm, yet giddy feeling, Stanley and the Narrator (indirectly) looked at each very fondly.

“Oh, I almost forgot about my body, dear boy! Let’s go fetch it so we can look at each other as I keep remembering!”

It was a very quick process with the help of the adventure line. Both Stanley and the Narrator felt at home as the Narrator drifted into his comfortable metal and embraced Stanley once again. The adventure line curled around both of them, and they stayed like for a nice while.

“This is lovely, my dear fellows, but if you would not mind, I’d like to have some more adventures!”

Stanley nodded and cheered, “Let’s go!”

===

“Okay, so we’ve tried finding everything already within the game on purpose, but what if we looked for holes?”

See the full post

38 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

Bro I put most of the Stanley’s Parable intro into AI Dungeon to write fics and the latest one is fricking crazy because Stanley’s boss threatens to kill him if he doesn’t help him buy a fridge

53 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

I got feminine hips but I ain’t afraid of eighth graders

67 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I got sucked into the Stanley x Narrator ship so I present to you: A falling in love fic collab with ai dungeon

Stanley and The Narrator Have Feelings

WARNING: Very cheesy, I was just having fun with it so yeah

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 might 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. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one, single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. 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. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time, but as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office. All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean?

This is what Stanley had thought of around a month ago. He was now fully aware of his situation and in figuring it out, he got to know the Narrator. The Narrator was the one who had given the orders, who had told Stanley exactly what to do, when to do it, and in what order. Stanley didn't always obey, but that kept things interesting, when the Narrator ordered him around that was. Nowadays, Stanley and the Narrator decided on adventures together, as their fondness for each other had grown.

One day, the Narrator told Stanley that he had a surprise for him. "I have a delivery for you today," he said. "From a friend of mine." "The adventure line?" Stanley guessed with a smile. The narrator chuckled, "You've guessed it".

Stanley was led to a giant shipping container, just like the ones on the docks. The container was at least fifteen feet tall and as wide as a house. "Can I open it?" Stanley said excited. "I've never seen it opened!" The Narrator gave in and told Stanley he could open the container.

Stanley looked at the container with wonder. "How do you open it?" he asked. The Narrator laughed, as he had expected the question. "I made you a button," he told Stanley with a grin. Stanley fidgeted excited, awaiting the button.

A platform slid away on the ground and a pedestal rose up to Stanley's abdomen. A red button the size of Stanley's hand shone in the light of the storage room. Stanley looked up at the ceiling, as if waiting the narrator's permission.

"Don't wait up on me, dear boy! Go ahead," the Narrator said. And with that, Stanley gently slammed the button and the container opened. He was surprised to see a pile of boxes stacked at the top, but he was even more surprised when he opened one and saw a robot the size of a refrigerator inside. "He could keep us company!" Stanley exclaimed to the Narrator, "Or maybe you could posses him so we can do a hand shake!" The Narrator agreed and told Stanley to do whatever he wanted, as he always did.

Stanley looked at the robot for a moment and said, "I'll play with him later. For now, I need to find a power switch, or else..."

"Go ahead and move him around," the Narrator said, "I trust your judgement."The narrator would never admit it, but Stanley’s remark about the handshake had him thinking. Wouldn’t it be nice to meet Stanley’s eyes and hold his hands and sit beside him. He spoke up saying, “You can still do whatever you want, Stanley, but I would not be opposed to a handshake.” And once again, Stanley was surprised. "That's not a big deal, is it?"

"Oh no, not at all," the Narrator said. Stanley tried to contain his joy as the narrator possessed the robot. The narrator was much taller than him now, but he was not afraid. "Oh goodness," the narrator joked, "You still have to look up at me even now!" And with that he gave the robot a test run. It didn't move, and he laughed. Stanley pulled him towards him, giggling as well. Stanley thought the narrator’s hands were pleasantly cool and the narrator thought Stanley’s were pleasantly warm. “I like this,” Stanley whispered. The narrator nodded for the first time in his life. Stanley laughed with glee. As the narrator got used to his new body, he was also getting used to Stanley's touch. He needed help sometimes and Stanley was there for him. Despite being of metal, it made him feel warm inside. It's been so long since someone made him feel that way, he thought. He decided to test out a funny habit Stanley had: Pressing buttons.

He pressed the big red button from earlier. It gave him a type serotonin he never knew existed. He spammed the button saying, "I now understand why you like this, Stanley" he said. But then he pause, sulking a little bit. He apologized, "I'm sorry I made fun of you, Stanley."

Stanley looked up at him and his eyes appeared to soften. "I know," he said, "It wasn't very nice, was it?"

"It's quite all right," Stanley said, "It's good to have someone who can get a laugh out of me." The two of them laughed for a bit, until the narrator realized something. He blushed as he asked, "Can I give you a hug, Stanley?"

Stanley gave a shy little laugh, and the two of them embraced. The narrator felt his cheeks warm up. He was never this emotional, he thought. He pulled away and said, "Dear boy, I think I need to sit down. Too many feelings."

Stanley nodded in understanding, holding out his hand for the narrator to take. The narrator took it gently as they headed to the employee's lounge. The building had been empty for many years, but the couches were still comfortable, and the Narrator enjoyed the feeling of being able to sit.

Stanley sat down as well and hummed, content to simply be in the narrator's presence. The narrator felt nice, too. "I feel like something changed today, Stanley. I think I feel at home here," he said. Stanley thought about this for a moment and said, "Me too. It's kind of nice not having to talk to you through a ceiling." The narrator's lips turned up a bit at that and he reached over and took Stanley's hand. They sat like this for a few minutes, hand in hand.

"I want to tell you something, Stanley," the narrator said. He looked at Stanley's hand in his own and continued, "I really like you, dear boy. I'm glad I met you." The narrator continued to hold Stanley's hand, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. "It is very nice to be able to like someone again." Stanley could do little other than smile at this. He let go of the narrator's hand for a minute and went to sit next to his dear friend, wiping the tears from the Narrator's eyes. Stanley rested his head on the Narrator's shoulder and hugged the narrator tightly. The narrator wrapped an arm around him as well and the two of them sat that way for a long time.

After a few minutes of silence, the Narrator said, "I would like nothing more than to stay with you, Stanley, forever."

Stanley chuckled lightly and nodded in understanding. "Me too." The narrator went quiet before mumbling shyly, "Stanley, you make me feel things. Good things but goodness, is it strange." Stanley laughed at that. "I've never had that happen before. It's nice." The narrator smiled at that.

"You make me feel things too, you know," Stanley said. "How would you describe how I make you feel?" The narrator asked. Stanley blushes and stuttered, "Well, humans call it love, it's kind of warm and it makes your heart beat fast but it's really nice and you don't have to feel the same and I know it's-" "I feel the same way" the narrator said calmly. Stanley stopped rambling only to turn as red as a strawberry. He was so embarrassed. He said, "We shouldn't be talking like this." He didn't know if making the Narrator feel this way was right. "And yet we do," the narrator said, meeting Stanley's eyes. Stanley held the narrator's face in his hands and hesitantly questioned, "Can I kiss you?"

"Whatever you want," the narrator replied, leaning in closer.

Stanley kissed the Narrator. It felt nice and right, and he didn't want to stop. So he didn't. They kissed, and it just kept getting better. As their lips parted, they smiled at each other. The Narrator placed a hand on Stanley's chest, leaning towards him, and the two of them continued to hold one another, softly kissing. As they parted, Stanley tackled the Narrator over and his companion groaned. "You're ridiculous. We were having a moment, Stanley," he scoffed with no malice. Stanley said nothing as he curled up next to the narrator, half lying on him like a pillow. "Your back's gonna hurt later, Stanley." "I know," Stanley said softly, "but I just want to be with you." The narrator held him in his arms. "Fair enough. I certainly don’t dislike this."

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[narrator-in-training]

CHARACTER FILE: The Timekeeper

note: i may add things to this sometimes.

BASIC INFO

Tag: 「 the ground 」

Name: Maxim “Stanley” Azarov (Максим Азаров), The Timekeeper, Employee 427

Gender: Non-binary

Pronouns: It/He

Age: Unknown how old exactly, but it appears to be in it’s late twenties/mid thirties

Species: Human (?)

GENERAL PREMISE

Jamison’s former protagonist. He died under mysterious circumstances and brought back by “The Wheel”.

PERSONALITY AND TRIVIA

Slightly cold at first, but it’s mostly because he forgets how people work far too often and doesn’t know what to say. Has a daughter named Julia (lore bits here), and a pomeranian called Lev. Is somewhat undead. Hates being called “Maxie”. Divorced; he was originally married to a guy for tax benefits (and love, but who cares about that?) but said guy ended up being a jerk. Is only talking to Kuroi at the moment- It doesn’t trust Narrators.

[chaosmultiverse]

Stanley tags

Stanley ☆quote☆ ☆type☆

Stanley ☆I'm Afield To Change What Comes Next☆ ☆IC☆

Stanley ☆You're Not Stanley. You're A Real Person☆ ☆Isms☆

Stanley ☆Employee 427☆ ☆Appearance☆

Stanley ☆Show Him The Door☆ ☆Aesthetic☆

Stanley ☆No Control☆ ☆HC & Meta☆

Stanley ☆The End Is Never The End☆ ☆Main Verse☆

Stanley ☆The End Is Never The End☆ ☆ETC Verse☆

[keywestlou]

KEYS CITIZEN CONTINUES TO INSULT ITS READERS

KEYS CITIZEN CONTINUES TO INSULT ITS READERS - https://keywestlou.com/keys-citizen-continues-to-insult-its-readers/Today is January 6. Two years ago today, the attack on the Capitol occurred. A day of consequence in American history. To be remembered and recalled at the least every January 6. As should December 7. Nothing less than front page news. Unfortunately, out local newspaper the Keys Citizen does not appear to agree. This past December 7, no front page article re Pearl Harbor. Two or four lines in The History section on page 2. A lengthy article buried deep in the paper. Something like page 8, though I cannot recall accurately the page number. On this January 6, the insurrectionist attack on the Capitol has been similarly ignored on the Citizen's front page. The Today in History portion on page 2 devoted several lines to the event. I could not find anything else, though an article might have been found deeper in its 20 odd pages. The Citizen is confusing once one gets through its first 3-4 pages. Why does the Citizen ignore the presentation of major American events? I do not believe it is because the powers to be do not care. Rather I suspect it is money. Key West has roughly 4 employees stationed here. The rest of the Citizen is put together up north somewhere. Money should not be an excuse. How hard is it to write an historical piece. The facts are the same. Rarely change, unless there is a new development. Today's Citizen had 4 articles front page. Means they were considered the most important. They were that 427 Cuban migrants had completed processing at Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas, the photos and biographies of 2 of the several City Manager candidates, and the Mayor's State of the City Address. With the exception of the Mayor's State of the City, the others could have been printed anywhere else. None of the 3 necessarily front page news. Room was available if those in control wanted to prepare and publish a piece involving January 6. Keys Citizen: Time to get your act together! Do your job correctly! Stop cheating your customers! Kevin McCarthy is doing well. He has gotten his ass beat 3 days in a row, Eleven votes and he lost all 11. How many more votes till he sees the handwriting on the wall. He does not have nor ever will have sufficient votes to win. He should withdraw and let the business of the people move on. Embarrassed he will be. No question. However, he brought the pain upon himself. Damar Hamlin is America's newest hero. God bless him! The Lord must be watching over him. He has begun a slow recovery. A class act. His first question when he came to: Did we win? His football playing days are over. Should be. If he continues, he's crazy. He can still enjoy his chosen profession as a coach. He will rise through the ranks rapidly. I screwed up the Steve Thompson story about the Boat Bar yesterday. Sorry Steve, sorry one and all. In defense, Steve's early years in Key West were exciting and successful. I got his successes muddled. In the 1970's, Steve had 3 taco stands in Key West. All successful. He was making money. The Boat Bar was not next to the taco stand he owned across the street from Sloppy Joe's. My mistake. It was located at 503 Duval. Across the street from the Kress building which became the home for years of Fast Buck Freddie's. Next door at 501 Duval was the location of Steve's taco stand I wrote about yesterday. It sat on the corner of Duval and Fleming. Today the home of Banana Republic. Around the corner on Fleming was the West Key Bar. Yes, the West Key Bar. Not the Key West Bar. I think I have it correct finally. Hopefully. It's not always easy folks! There is a great white shark swimming around the Seven Mile Bridge. A lot known about the great white. Her name Sable. She was tagged last year by Ocreach. Ergo, she "pings." The last time Sable's presence was noted was November. She was swimming off Cape Cod. She is now in the Keys having traveled down seeking warm waters. Sable is 10 1/2 feet and weighs 800 pounds. Syracuse/Virginia basketball tomorrow night at 5 pm. Virginia ranked #11, Syracuse unranked. Syracuse however has won 7 of its last 8 games. A Syracuse victory would place them in the top 25. Too bad Dr. McIvor passed on. He was a Virginia grad. We would have been talking about the game this week. Blood tests at the hospital yesterday afternoon. The Tampa doctor who performed the parathyroid surgery on me in July is doing some follow up work. Two calcium blood tests. Enjoy your day!