thestoryisneverastory

[thestoryisneverastory]

The man shrank back a little.. This wasn't his job- he might be good with kids.. but... he didn't know this kid-

Stanley glanced at all sides.. Clearly this child was just.. running free of any supervision-

Oh.. goodness... What was he supposed to do?

He slowly gestured, raising his hands helplessly... He was probably the last person to ask.. Alk he knew really was that occasionally, the narrative accompanied him outside their hideaway, but only in the smallest pieces.. And it was never for long...

He couldn't communicate any of this though, even if he wished he could- the portable whiteboards were hard to come by when you were forced to live in a black box of a room most of the time. At least this kid had amenities...

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

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This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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Stanley nearly jumped out of his skin as the voice came out of nowhere.. He wasn't in the business of sensing the air, he couldn't read a room without analyzing the faces of at least three people.. Or his ever so helpful narrative pointing out the obvious.

He blinked at Coda, unsure how to respond right away.. He finally held up one hand, fishing the note out of his pocket again to show to the kid.. He folded it in half, showing them the bottom message.

"I'm looking for batteries.. AA"

He held up the pack in hand, establishing that he'd met his goal.. Surely even a kid could understand that he meant now to be on his way back... He couldn't answer the rest of that, really...

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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Stanley's eyes widened a little in surprise, taking the batteries from Bethany.. His gaze remained stuck on Coda until the kid finally scampered off for good. What an.. oddity.. Its not his place to judge though, no matter how odd. He was definitely probably weirder to the kid than the other way around...

He perked up a little with a shale of his head, retrieving the note from his pocket and flashing the top message to her.. Just thanking her again with a clear bow of his head. He'd never hear the end of it if he failed to get the batteries- truly.

All he had left was to make his way back to the door he'd entered from.. Just a quick walk down a couple of halls. He waved to the woman before he left, hoping nothing else came up before he reached the door.

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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The man tilted his head, slightly.. Body language was all he had left, really.. As much of that as he could manage at least. Maybe this kid was mute too.

He didn't remember when he had lost his voice, or if he'd ever had one at all- But it didn't matter as much, he was here, and it was something he worked with. Maybe this kid was.. similar? Too nervous to speak, maybe.. He could sympathize with that...

Stanley sat down again, visibly trying to relax.. Maybe that would put the kid at ease that he wasn't any sort of threat..They seemed really young. Kids at that age tended to still have some lingering stranger danger, if he remembered correctly. They only looked maybe 7 or 8 years old... But he hadn't seen a kid in so long he could have been wrong, honestly.

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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Stanley sat up from the chair, nearly standing up before he forced himself to relax.. It was just a kid- Not some messenger sent to kill him, hold him hostage- The narrative had oh so helpfully supplied far too many ideas of danger to pick just one possibility.

The kid was a relief, probably just nervous around someone new to the office.. He did look a little menacing at times, given the dead pixels that comprised his body.. He always looked like a shadow, flat or all too featureless. He was lucky enough to have visible eyes at all.

He waved at the kid, assuming that they had something similar to himself.. The glitching probably made them an outcast, he thought, maybe this kid didn't quite know how to react to a stranger.. The least he could do was be friendly.

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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The tension in his shoulders seemed to lighten as he nodded quickly, anything to get him back sooner.. The narrative was waiting on him, after all. Rather impatiently. Incredibly impatiently, he might say.

He couldn't blame him though, he'd be lonely without a protaganist to watch, even if it was just playing solitaire by himself.

He picked a chair as she left, sitting down and almost, tentatively allowed himself to relax.. It wasn't perfect.. but he almost wished he could bring the full picture here. He wasn't allowed to sneak out as much anymore, not even to his office.. He missed it terribly, but this felt.. close, at least.

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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He stared at her for a long second before taking the pen and pad in his hands and beginning to write. His hands shook slightly, making his writing a little jittery... He was out of practice with this style of communicating.

Stanley turned the pad around again to show Beth his words..

"Thank you," he wrote in thick strokes.. Like he had traced the letters once or twice to get the shape right.

"I'm looking for batteries.. AA" he waited until she had read the words on the page before carefully ripping off the paper from the pad and folding it up to poce into an unseeable pocket.

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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The Stanley flinched in turn, flighty in the new office.. Truly, he felt.. naked, now. Without any of the comfort of that familiar, monotone void.. He felt exposed. Too many colors, he thought. There's just simply too many.

It took him a moment to realize she was asking him a question at all.. After he realized she wasn't a threat.. Or secretly hiding something dangerous. He wasn't sure why he would think such a thing, honestly... Not everyone was out to get him, even if living under the very entity that would love nothing more than to erase him had taught him otherwise.

It had been... some time, since he had needed to communicate. Sign language wasn't his forte.. Especially not when his fingers blended together like this. He looked around for something to write on.. Maybe something portable would be nice, just to carry in case he needed it..

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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The newness of the office felt uncanny, like coming home after a long time away to find that everything had been moved just slightly.. He was wary... Slinking in darker spots as much as he could... But his body, the black, dead pixels, made him stand out like a sore thumb.

His heart, what was left of it, shot up into his throat as the women noticed him. He wasn't an expert at sneaking.. She'd managed to sneak up on him without even trying.

Bethany could see it in the rise and fall of his chest, even without a clear outline.. The way his eyes had widened, every glance to the side... He was absolutely terrified of her- at least for a split, piercing second.

He gathered his wits quickly, shaking his head to decline her assumption. Pretending to be an impostor wasn't a road he wanted to go down, no matter how much it irritated the narrative. He simply didn't feel right taking another's place. He pointed to one of his few defined features, a nametag.. Clearly reading Employee #427. So he was definitely a Stanley.. Presumably.

Stanley snuck into the office, quietly as he could.. Their own office hadn't been kind to them, he had no reason to risk what was left of himself here. He trailed around some guard dog's path, taking a wide berth to avoid tripping up whoever took their territory so seriously.. It was nothing he wanted to get involved with, that was for sure..

All he needed was batteries, as many as he could get his hands on. It was important, to him.. Stanley couldn't stand the fizzling hissing of noise that came out everytime the narrative tried to dictate another harsh critisism of how he spent his time in an empty void, of all places. Really, what else was there to do but play cards?

@thestoryisneverastory

This office that they found themselves stumbling into was possibly a harsh reminded, sight wise, of what used to have been. Everything looked rather similar, if not more expanded and.. well, almost lived in. Of course there was the occasional desk and chair, but more decorations like paintings and potted plants had seemed to be coded into the place. Its not too drab now, actually- my god, the windows even had new curtains!

Standing in the midst of it all, well, moreso just a bit further away near a coffee machine had been standing a rather bundled up looking woman in a large sweater, a beanie, and some big square glasses on her nose.

"....Who the fuck are you..? Are.. Are you the Stanley of this place..? My fucking god, we havent seen you in like a.... Uh... A ye.. year...?? what HAPPENED to you?"

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"You would look darling in black.. I suppos I will need to will need to wear white.. Perhaps a dash of pink.. You could include a dash of ah.. Blue, perhaps? "

Story got back into the groove of it, treating her lover like.a stress ball as she thought aloud..

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

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Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"

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Story chuckled softly, kneading at her partner gently in her grasps.. She couldn't seem to get enough of her, practically starving until this moment.. Often being caught up in her work kept her away from this, even as much as she missed it.

"I suppose I do, my love.. You would prefer I pull your tie? ~"

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

@thestoryisneverastory

Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"

[thestoryisneverastory]

Where can I find your rules on mobile?

Ohh, I dont really have rules per say- Common courtesy rules I guess? If I don't like something I usually just say so-

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"That is for after the wedding, my dear," she giggled lightly, brushing a tendril through her hair.. She'd been completely enamoured with her, the one thing she didn't feel the need to perfect.. In Story's eyes, she already was.

"You would look rather pretty in something less frilly.. I suppose, perhaps a suit, if you wished.. I myself will.. find something suitable to my form.."

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

@thestoryisneverastory

Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"

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Story squeezed her affectionately, practically having her entirely entangled in her grasps by now..

"That sounds cute, I rather like it dear.. And I suppose we should decide on attire as well, no?"

Narra could feel herself being sized up, a tendril squeezing around her waist slightly.. Appreciatively..

"I cannot wait to see what you pick out my love~"

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

@thestoryisneverastory

Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"

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Story giggled softly, her normally cool voice warmed by the affection that seeped through..

"Yes dear, I would like the pinata.. What would you like to fill it with? Flower petals would work nicely, if you'd like to scatter them.."

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

@thestoryisneverastory

Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"

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Story thought on it for a moment.. That was certainly not a wedding item.. but.. it seemed like something that would entertain her lover.. She could make compromises, as long as it made the other happier.

"Well I suppose that depends on you, my dear.. Do you want a pinata? "

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

@thestoryisneverastory

Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"

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"That sounds lovely dear.. with the location, we can choose decorations and details more easily. "

She hummed softly, browsing the half made examples in search of a new question..

"Let us see now.. What should we decide next lovely? "

"Darling? I was made aware you wished to ask me something? I promise I will refrain from any judgements.. If that makes you feel any comfort.. "

@thestoryisneverastory

Narra had been standing in her little pocket room with a spread out of maps and notes and ideas on the floor. Some little things like different flowers and some decorations lay on the ground unfinished- Glitching in and out of existence from the WIP code. She had a paper bunched up in her hands- Narra looked over towards Story, and in an instant her eyes started welling up with tears from the anxiety.

"Storrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........,,,..,"