Someone's Taking Control Of His Story.

The new player

This is the story of a man named Stanl—
O-oh! Sorry.
***You start to hear the sounds of papers being moved around***
I think i have the wrong script.
Let me just..
***The Narrator murmurs to himself as he looks for the right script. Eventually the shuffling stops.***
Ah! There we go.
***He cleared his throat***
This is a story about a person named Rory.

*she looks around confused* where am I?

***The Narrator gave a chuckle to Rory, despite Rory' confusion. He didn't seem so mean now.***
Right now you are inside the game you previously hated, Rory. Isn't that incredible?

*She looked around suddenly recognising the numbers and yellow accents* No you didn't actually find a way to put me in your game.

Yes, I most certainly did.
***He cleared his throat once again before speaking.***
I managed to manipulate your device, and transfer you into the game of mine. Now, you are mine. So, how do you feel, after being transferred inside of this game?

Why did you do this to me.

Hm. Good question.
***The Narrator paused to ponder Rory's question. He looked around to himself for a moment. He took deep breaths. He then cleared his throat before speaking again.***
...I'm rather lonely. I've talked to myself quite a bit and i felt tired of it. I wanted to be able to talk to someone else for a change..

Well I'm not doing your fucking bidding *she seems filled with rage*.

***The Narrator suddenly seemed cold again. Though he tried to remain calm once again, all calmness in his voice was gone. It was the voice of anger.***
..Are you refusing to follow my story? Am i understanding correctly?..

Yes and your not going to do a damn thing about it.

***The Narrator now seemed to lose any sign of calm whatsoever. He stuttered his next words.***
..You really think you can defy my story? You think you can reject my narrative?..

*chuckles* I will never do your bidding.

And you feel so confident in yourself, Rory..
***The Narrator had a look of smugness on his face, with a cold tone of voice to match.***
...I wonder what would happen, if I were to do something like this..
***The Narrator raised his arms suddenly, snapping his finger. The light in the room turned dark for a second. The Narrator chuckled again.***
Ah, I love having power over the world within here..

From within where you are you have all power?

*Yes. I do.
***The Narrator said confidently.***
I have complete and total control over the game itself. If I want to, I can force you to do what I want.

If someone else were in that room could they do the same?

Hm..
***He thought for a moment, before speaking once again.***
...If they took over the game from me, I suppose it would be possible.
***The Narrator's tone, despite the question, sounded calm and curious. Like he was asking himself that question. He then cleared his throat before speaking again.***
But that'll never happen. I could never lose control over my own game.. that's impossible.

Ya I suppose so *chuckles* so what are you going to make me do first

***The Narrator smirked.***
Now now, Rory. The fun part is where you don't know what will happen next. Now then--
***The Narrator snapped his finger once again, the light in the room turning dark for a second and then normal once more. He cleared his throat once again, and spoke once again.***
..Here. Pick the door on the left. We have a few things that I'd like to show you.

*looks at the ceiling* if I do what you say every time will you answer whatever question I want every time?

Of course, Rory. I'll answer whatever questions you have if you do what I say.
***The Narrator's voice sounded like he had a big smile on his face.***

Ok *she walks through the left door* whats your most embarrassing secret

Oh uh uhm
.
***The Narrator froze, not expecting that question. After a second, he cleared his throat and started speaking again. A little ashamed but still calm.***
..My most embarrassing secret? Hm, I'm not sure why you'd want to know that information about me. But, since you asked, I suppose that I can tell you...
***The Narrator sounded ashamed as he said so..***
I-uh- sometimes... I speak to my plants when I'm feeling lonely. It's a bit embarrassing for me to say, but-

Ok what do you want me to do now *she seemed very excited to do his bidding*

***The Narrator thought to himself for a moment on what to do next. After a second, he cleared his throat and spoke once again.***
Ah! Right right. Please go pick up the pencil and hold it up to your ear like it's a phone.

*picks up the pencil and starts talking into it* oh my God Jesslyn the narrator talks to plants isn't that so weird *the pencil replies some how* well I gotta go bestie love ya *puts the pencil down and chuckles*

***The Narrator chuckled along with you. You could hear a smile in his voice.***
..That was quite amusing, Rory. Please now, go open the door on the right.

Ah ah ah *mocking him* you owe me a answer.
Whats the grossest food to you

Oh right. One moment, Rory.
***The Narrator seemed to be thinking.***
..The grossest food..
.....
***The Narrator suddenly spoke again, seeming to have thought of the food itself.***
...Oh, I suppose that would have to be oatmeal, Rory. The texture of it, and the taste.. I really dislike it.

*giggles* odd *walks through the right door* how would I get to you if I wanted to see you?

***The Narrator seemed a little taken aback.***
..See me?
***His voice now had confusion in it. His tone shifted to one of confusion and wondering.***
You want to... See me in person..?

Yes but don't come to me Im just saying hypothetically

***The Narrator was quiet for a second.***
..Hypothetically, if you wanted to see me. You would have to find a way to enter the source code within this game. And from there you could find me.

*she pulls out her phone* one sec my mom texted me

Oh, alright then.
***The Narrator didn't seem so upset over the situation anymore, though he was still waiting for you to be ready to move on.***

*Rory suddenly disappeared*

?

***The Narrator seemed quite puzzled.***
What happened to Rory? They were just here..

*he feels a hand on his shoulder*

***The Narrator looked behind himself.***
What the-

My turn~ *he then suddenly was put in room 427*

***The Narrator looked around the room, very surprised and confused.***
H-Huh?
***He tried to speak, but it sounded like he had a big lump in his throat. He tried to speak again, but he still had the same problem.***
This- this room.. This isn't right! This isn't in the game!
***The Narrator's voice was now sounding very panicked, confused and a little terrified.***