My darling

Meeting

You were reading a story on your computer/phone. You were getting tired from reading, so you check the time only to see it was 2:30 a.m. shit.. you thought I best get some sleep. I don't want to be too exhausted in the morning. You slump over to your bed and plop down on it face first. It was a rough day, full of work, and dedication. You were glad you made it through though. It shows you were toughrt than what people thought. You curl up on your bed pulling a blanket over you and closing your eyes. You then finally fall asleep...

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You begin to feel a gust of wind before feeling pressure of some sort. Like as if you hit the ground. You instantly shot up looking around. Scanning your surroundings you can clearly see you went in your bedroom anymore. You were in an office..? No. That dosent make sense. Why would you be in an office? Looking up you see a man with messy brown hair, a white collared shirt, jeans with a black belt for support, and black work shoes. You looked at him in the face to see if yiu could recognize him. He has a few scars on his face, chocolate brown eyes, and a bandage on his cheek. You however did not recognize this man. 'Who are you?' He didn't speak. He signed. You luckily know ASL, so you can understand perfectly fine. "Uh.. I'm [name]. How'd I get here? Who are you?" You asked trying to keep calm, which wasn't really working.. "who is this Stanley?" You looked up to try and find where that voice was coming from. You found nothing however. 'I don't know.. they kind of just fell from the ceiling' the man Stanley signed. "Well, I don't quite remember coding this, and I don't belive this was part of our story. So I don't see how this makes any sense. Hey [name], do you know how you got here by chance?" He probably knew your name because he heard you tell Stanley. His voice was deep, but soft at the same time. He had this brittish accent which made his voice sound like music to your ears. "I don't know either, I kind of just fell asleep in my room. Next thing I know I'm falling now I'm here" you said standing up finally. You rubbed your back because that fall did kind of hurt. You stretch and feel much more better after popping a few bones in your body. "How about you stay put here and ill continue the story with my protagonist here. Stanley let's continue. Now where was I? Ah yes, Stanley walked out of his office" "wait! I want to go too!" You raised your voice as to get his attention which had worked. The tall man, and he was very much so taller than you. Looked at you. 'I don't mind. Narrator? What about you? Do you mind?' "Why, of course I mind! This is your story not [name's]!" He seemed irritated that you asked such a question. "Well.. can I just go somewhere where I can get more sleep then?" You asked the disembodied voice. "I suppose so. Stanley, take [name] to the lounge. You know. With that fern" Stanley nodded and he gestured you to follow him. As you both were walking down the hallway you couldn't help but notice you two were the only ones in the building. "Where's everyone else? Usually offices are packed with workers" you question not really knowing which one you were asking. 'Well, this is a parable. A game. An endless loop of my agony of being trapped here. There's no one here besides me and Narrator. Well there was nobody else till you dropped by' he signed making a small pun at the end. He chuckled a little before continuing the path to the lounge. "That was not funny." You said with a stern voice before continuing in a confused tone "what do you mean by endless loop? Your agony? Are you okay??" You both arive at the lounge before the brittish man The Narrator starts speaking again. You were cut off by him which made you slightly angry. "Okay now. Let's continue the story! And you [name]. You get some rest now." You didn't have to be told twice. You curled up on the biggest couch there and fell straight asleep again

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"Hey. [Name] wake up now!!" The Narrator was yelling trying to get you to wake up. You groaned before getting up. "Yeah? I'm up now." You didn't want to wake up, but you guessed you couldn't fall asleep again. How sad.. "I need you to take this bucket away from Stanley. Just backtrack and go to the room labeled 'broom closet'. He's in there" he sounded disgusted when he said the word bucket. How weird. Almost like he was jealous of the bucket. "Alright, alright. I'm on my way.." You started to make your way over to the broom closet, and as soon as you make it you enter to see the man Stanley in the corner holding onto a bucket which had two stickers on it. One was a circle sticker of a smaller bucket and the second was a bigger sticker that read 'property of Stanley'. "Hey, uh. Why do you have a bucket?" You asked clearly confused. 'It's the only thing from going into a spiral of despair' he has a weird sense of humor, vut you liked it. "And Narrator. Why do you want him to do that?" You looked up at the ceiling, guessing where he was.  "I. Uh.. I guess it's because he's listening to that bucket more than me! And I don't see how that's fair." He was angry yet taken back by your words.. "Well I guess I need to improvise then."

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Hello dears! Writer here! I'll continue this later once I have the motivation, but enjoy what I have now

Word count: 1005!