[-Attacks-]

1 - Utter panic

Stanley was mostly the down right description of someone who didn't have human interaction at all.
He was utterly tired, hungry and thirsty. But his body didn't need it since he can not drink, eat nor sleep.

After all, the narrator said it himself.

It went along the lines of -"oh no, Stanley. You cannot do that. I made it impossible for you to do it."-.

It made Stanley more angry at the narrator, firstly the narrator traps him in this hell hole of a building, makes him go through his boring game all over again, while. Mind you, he laughs at his death yet cries when Stanley tries to kill himself, he also tricked Stanley into getting killed.

And now the narrator is telling him that he can not do ANYTHING that a normal living being does, yet he still can feel those needs? utter bullshit!

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Stanley sat in the office. Since the narrator insisted for him to do so, it was a new thing. A new part of dialogue Stanley never heard, And for that reason, stanley didn't disobey and stayed.

He sat in the office, looking at some boring papers and pens, he even drew on 3 whole papers, front and the back of them all with a pen.

It was boring waiting for the narrator to come back, but Stanley enjoyed the silence at that moment.

There were sudden footsteps that startled Stanley out of his drawing spree.

The footsteps stopped after a while.

The door of the office was opened, and a man with tanned skin and black hair entered, smiling. surprising Stanley.

Who even is this?...

"Oh, hello again Stanley! Sorry it took me so long, I had to choose a suit that would of suited me in this human form." Stanley recognized the voice, it was the narrator!

Stanley backed up, suddenly feeling disquiet. What was the narrator doing here?

...

Was he going to- no no no no! He can't be here for that, he can't do that!

Stanley backed up with a frightened look on his face.

"Stanley, are you alright?" The narrator titled his head, moving closer to Stanley.

Stanley in a speed of a light had the narrator on the floor.
Stanley held the throat of the threat with a strong grip, strong enough for the narrator to start choking.

The narrator seemed like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Stanley breathed heavily, trying to steady his own breath.

It was gonna be okay, he needed to know that. Stanley ressured himself. Loosening the grip on the threats neck.

Stanley got off of the narrator, quietly sitting down besides the panting "man".

"Oh-oh thank God-" the narrator said between gasps.

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The narrator steadied his breathing, he turned to look at Stanley who was staring at him with uneasiness.

"Stanley? Why did you-" The narrator asked, a flinch from Stanley interrupted him.

[BOOM, DONE, ANOTHER CHAPTER MIGHT BE MADE. BUT IT MATTERS IF I WANT TO.]