the stanley parable One-shots <3

insecurities

In this story it's all the original headcannons but Stanley's transmasc and really insecure.
Also narrator's in a physical form

⚠️TW⚠️
Self hatred
Trans :0

      Stanley stared at the mirror in the executive bathroom with his shirt unbuttoned finally being able to breath without his binder on, looking at his reflection. He felt disgusting, ugly, revolting, vomit worthy even. He had always hated his chest even though no one can see it. He always felt fat when he looked down even though everyone tells him how thin and skinny he is. He always hated every aspect of how he looked. He kept staring at himself with only negative thoughts and self hatred going through his head. "Stanley? Stanley are you alright in there?" He gently knocked on the door but Stanley felt as if he couldn't respond. "Stanley it's been 2 hours! Just knock if your ok!" Stanley knocked on the door. Well more like slunk to the floor and slamed the back of his head on to the wall.  "Ok Stanley I'm going to find the keys to the restroom because I am starting to get worried." 'No no no no no no no no NO! I can't let him see me, I'm hideous!' He thought to himself. "DON'T!" Stanley yelled as loud as he could.

      The narrator stopped in his tracks. He had already found the keys but didn't open the door and instead, he sat on the ground ourside to talk Stanley. "Stanley? Why don't you want me coming in?" He asked, realizing that Stanley needs someone to talk about all this. Stanley quickly buttoned his shirt not bothering to put the binder on. "Did something happen?" Stanley felt his eyes fill with tears and began to loudly sob. 'I just don't want you seeing me...I... I wasn't... '
Stanley choked on his own words. 'I wasn't born.. A boy ok... I'm transgender' the narrator slowly walked in "may I?" The narrator asked Stanley as he nodded his head, still buried in his knees.  "You can tell me anything, you know?" The narrator sat down then Stanley wiped his eyes and began to explain 'I transitioned years ago but I could never afford top surgery' he clutched onto his binder trying to cover his chest. "Is there anything else that has been bothering you?" Narrator asked. Stanley knew he could trust his narrator. 'I - I just- I feel extremely insecure about my weight...' Narrator put his hand on Stanley's shoulder. "Do you feel comfortable telling me why you feel that way Stanley?" Stanley nodded choking back tears. 'I don't... I don't know why- I Just feel like shit ok... I feel fat whenever I look down...and that' Stanley cried into his narrators shoulder while holding his stomach. 'And that I'll never be a real boy... I feel... Useless... Like dead weight... I feel like no one has, or ever will love me...' Narrator looked at him in disbelieve. "Stanley let me tell you something. You are cared for. " 'I-' Stanley was quickly cut off. "Stanley... I care... I care a lot" the narrator spoke softly while rubbing Stanley's back. "And for the matter, I've always seen you as a boy Stanley. I can even say your more masculine than anyone I've ever known, including myself" and Stanley, was happy
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TYSM For reading and ty to Emscar01 for voting!
ty to INMIMB for commenting!
(Btw these r all things I struggle with lol)

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