RESTARTING / private

[dannychan]

narrator made a noise. "for once, i agree.. but seriously, if you could at least do something amusing, that'd be very nice." he sighed and there was the sound of shuffling papers. "or, you could try getting back on track and go to your bosses office. that would also be very nice.."

[peridot.]

"I'm tired." He thought, and his thoughts somehow had a tone of being very blunt. It was actually pretty impressive that one could think bluntly. He then thought, laying back and stretching his arms out, "We've been doing this forever"

[dannychan]

"and what do you expect me to do about that, stanley?" he asked, obviously aggravated. "i'm tired too, though, i'm mostly tired of you not doing a single thing i say!" he let out a deep sigh. "what can i do to make you do what i want you to do? would you like me to put a bed in the story? so you can rest?" he hissed.

[peridot.]

"I don't want to do what you say." He thought, frowning and looking up. He then thought, tilting his head, "Although a bed would be nice."

[dannychan]

narrator sighed. "alright then. get up and go back." he stated and gave another soft hum. stanley couldn't see him, but he crossed his arms as he sat in his own chair, looking through his papers and seeming to write something.

[peridot.]

Stanley didn't particularly want to get up or listen to the narrator, but a bed of some sort sounded nice, so he pushed himself up and headed towards the other room, humming the best he could. Which he technically couldn't, but he tried.

[dannychan]

once stanley had walked into the hall, a door would open at the end that very obviously had a bed on the other end. the bed was soft and had nice silk sheets, and firm but comfortable pillows. "there you go, stanley. a nice bed."

[peridot.]

He blinked, and a small grin came to the silent man's face. He raced off towards the end, practically jumping on the bed and thinking as he flopped down, "It is nice..."

[dannychan]

/triggers:
[member=503]legiana.[/member]

narrator had suffered through many restarts, many missing pieces that he had to put together to finish the puzzle. honestly, stanley just wouldn't do what he said, and it was very frustrating. this time, stanley had gone through the left door and seemed to just be chilling in the lounge, which was getting very boring to watch. "and so stanley sat, and he sat, probably contemplating his existence at this point, because who wouldn't contemplate his own existence when all of his coworkers had mysteriously disappeared. he briefly wondered if he was the last person on earth, if he had missed armeggedon.." narrator stated and gave a low hum. "for a moment, he regretted not going to church more often."

[peridot.]

Stanley knew that they had been doing this for fucking ever. He didn't remember the things that happened with the resets, but he could tell it had been a long fucking time, and he kind of hated it. Sitting in the lounge, he frowned slightly when he heard the narrator, and he glared up mutely, huffing soundlessly. He thought to himself, leaning against one arm and looking up, as if the narratorwas a god or something, "Church sucks."