My Mind's Parable

Narrator and Stanley fell into a comfortable silence, and since Stanley was laying on such a comfortable rug, how could he not fall asleep? Stanley had fallen asleep after about a day in the parable. Stanley and Narrator were able to figure out the exact time it takes in the real world for one to pass in the parable and were able to say a parable day is about two days and one quarter of a day on earth. Parable days are just guesses, so once it felt like it had been about a day, they checked how much time they had spent on spotify using the built in screen time checker.

Narrator hadn't noticed Stanley fall asleep, all his metaphorical brain was listening for was some variation of Stanley asking to leave. Hopefully Narrator will hear Stanley and the poor man won't go insane from a lack of stimulation. 

Close to seven hours after Stanley had fallen asleep, the music ended on its own. The playlist is only so long, you know. Narrator noticed the shift from background music, to the very quiet sound of the parable. If you listen closely, you can hear it breathe. 

While the two of them were in the zending, Narrator had blocked off the actual way to get to the ending with plywood. When he had realized the music was no longer playing, Narrator's first thoughts were of if Stanley had managed to squeeze his way through some of the plywood and go through with the ending, or was trying to get the ending, since Narrator was not reset yet. 

Narrator sporadically looked around the newly changed zending expecting to find an empty room, but instead found Stanley asleep. For the third time. Maybe Narrator should've never let Stanley sleep in the first place, it seems like he just never stops sleeping now. 

Stanley actually looks very close to the edge of the platform. In the past, Narrator had never expected to be in a situation like this, and since the ending is unfinished anyways, he never added invisible barriers to make sure Stanley wouldn't fall. Back then, he wouldn't have even cared if Stanley fell off the platform! He just can't understand why Stanley would believe something like him could change. 

With the help of stolen models from the internet, and the simple task of an invisible barrier, Narrator was quick and efficient on making sure Stanley wouldn't kill himself in his sleep. 

Back to his work.. Or the lack thereof. Narrator still had nothing done with his model. No pre-made ones made the cut for Narrator's standards. Nothing looked.. Right. How is he going to make something Stanley will like if he doesn't like it himself!? 

Something told him to just look in the files of the game, and he did, because what's the harm in just checking the files? He has all the time in the parable he could possibly need. 

Narrator went into the files of the parable, into the folder listed ‘models’ and into a sub-file listed under his name. Inside the folder it too held two models. A clothed one, the one Narrator used to use and feels uncomfortable looking at, and a separate one he isn't sure was there before. The other model looks like an extremely early version of the polished one, its white, and made of rudimentary shapes. Could this have been made by the Curator? It only makes sense that it would have been her to make it, because he didn't save the files of the other one. He wasn't very big on saving things back then, he was more of the type of man to live in the moment and reminisce on the memories. If only he could remember what happened during those years. 

Could he just treat this like a ball joint doll? Instead of focusing on making it human from the very first steps, he could take the time to understand how ball-joint dolls work, and make this model look similar to that. Afterwards, he could make it more human-like! What a splendid idea! 

Ball-joint dolls are slightly more complicated than Narrator anticipated, but there's no challenge that gets past Stanley’s Narrator! There's been a few actually, but he would never admit that to you. 

The model looked perfect! The proportions looked mostly accurate, at least to the standards of humans, maybe not ball-joint dolls, this is going to be more human like after he finishes with this, you must remember. It looked like plastic, so Narrator assumed that's what it felt like too. 

Narrator knows Stanley is big on privacy, some of his stray thoughts were a little more hurtful than others, but it doesn't seem like Stanley enjoys Narrator intruding on his dreams. And after Narrator had accidentally latched onto Stanley's mind instead of the parable, he isn't too sure he trusts himself with that anymore. It seems better to just steer clear of Stanley while he's asleep. 

How is he going to get a better idea of how Stanley wants him to look? Not to be rude but “you would have references to the game in your outfits, you would dress fancier than me. I think you would look older than me, with glasses and shorter than me.” isn't exactly helpful when it comes to the more basic parts of Narrator. Like skin tone, or colors he would wear. Types of jewelry? Eye color? There's too much for Narrator to think of! How would a perfectionist be perfect without strict rules?

Narrator was in a sort of trance, he was working, and working, and working, it felt like he was still working even when he wasn't. He needed something to get his mind off of working. He took a pre-made robe off of a random free model website, thankfully it had physics, and good ones at that, nothing like the hair in that killing simulator or whatever that game was, Narrator will certainly never be bringing Stanley to that game… What was he talking about? Oh yes! The pink fluffy robe covered his body basically head to toe, and it was quite stylish! 

Narrator took the model and imported it into the parable. To look at Stanley up close. To test out the model, it's not like he could get Stanley to test the model for him… theoretically he could since its been proven that Stanley can survive perfectly fine without a body for some amount of time, but that sounds like it would cause more unnecessary distress and is not very optimal for Narrator's situation right now. It's much easier to just test it out himself, and it wouldn't really be a surprise if Stanley was consciously involved in the making of it, right? 

Thankfully, the model loading in didn't take as much time as loading something new usually does. Maybe it's because the parable knows Narrator inhabits it, or maybe Narrator made an optimized model for once. What unfortunately did take Narrator an extraordinarily long amount of time though, was finding out Stanley does not just know how to walk, he had to learn that at some point. A point that this model had never experienced, meaning Narrator had to learn how to walk. 

Everything looks different down here in a first person perspective, he's been here before, but he no longer remembers the correct paths. Finding the proper way to Stanley took some time as well. 

The plastic joints seemed perfect while Narrator was modeling it, but trying to move around inside it was significantly harder than he anticipated. Plastic is a hard material, and it hindered his already broken movements. Narrator eventually got tired of trying to walk, and consistently falling over, so he crawled. He made a mental note to change the material of his model very soon and figure out how to walk before showing Stanley. 

Narrator crawled through many doors, hallways, and rooms while looking for the correct path. Stanley started to dream about whatever while Narrator was trying to find him, and because of their mental link, it caused the Narrator to slightly hallucinate while looking for his protagonist. 

Narrator had thought ahead for once, and put in a way for him to access the code through the plastic model. Narrator was able to sever the connection when he inhabited the model, and instead redirect Stanley's thoughts and dreams into the place where this model held thoughts. The mind. 

On the lift, Narrator noticed that his pink robe was untied. How inappropriate! He could only hope Stanley didn't wake up while he was exploring the parable from a first person perspective, because even if he knew how to tie a knot, he could barely move his fingers properly, let alone tie a knot with them. 

Stanley dreams of something he cannot grasp. He tries hard to figure out what and why he's dreaming about whatever he dreams, but it does not work. His hard efforts just bring him right back to the parable. Or, what Stanley originally thought was the parable. The walls were a dark purple instead of their natural yellowed white. Stanley looked down and saw that the rough carpet was replaced with the same carpet he was lying on in the zending. 

Stanley tries his best to remember his past dreams since he usually doesn't get to sleep often, when he imagines the parable, that's where all of his past dreams stay. On the ceiling of this weirdly parable shaped place, is a mural of space. Stanley was never really big on space related things, why is he dreaming of this?

He doesn't want to care right now, even if it is a bit confusing, the place is beautiful. One of the walls is open, it leads out into actual space. Stanley walks closer to the open wall and marvels at the beauty, how come he never knew how pretty space could be? He can't remember ever being interested in space while he was in school. 

Narrator was on the concrete outside the blue door, even though he isn't hallucinating anymore, he is struggling greatly. Narrator was sure that single dream wouldn't affect Stanley too much, but he's already dreaming about space. What on earth is he supposed to do!? If Stanley walks out into the space, which Narrator is sure he's going to do, Narrator isn't sure he's going to be able to look at Stanley the same. When he thinks back as far as he can in his memory, his past protagonist had this same thing happen to him, and everything went terribly from then on. Narrator is sure that same thing would happen if Stanley went through too. 

Stanley looks far out into the vast space around this faux-parable. Stanley remembers how many people like to cloud gaze, and how others like to do the same with stars. If he looks hard enough he can see the vague shape of animals out there. Some are colored, he can perfectly make out a yellow lion, a blue deer, and a purple house cat. There looks to be two other colors. He can't make out what animal they are though. 

Narrator made his way over to Stanley. He looked.. Beautiful, serene and peaceful. Like he was glowing under the light of the zending. Handsome even. He looked tired, so waking him from this isn't the route Narrator wants to go with. If Narrator did wake him, how would he explain what he was doing to Stanley?

Stanley wanted to walk out of the office, but he wanted to see if Narrator was dreaming with him again. He turned around and in one of the farthest, darkest corners of the room, was his Narrator. It wasn't actually him, Stanley was sure of that. Narrator looked like how he usually dreams of him looking, the common factors are that Narrator is shorter than him, pale, and in fancy clothes. This time, he wore clothes closer to those you would wear at night. It was pink, and quite long. Narrator was sitting on the floor, presumably sleeping. His hair was grey, as usual but sometimes his hair is a different color, with a few streaks of yellow. He didn't have any socks on… gross. One of the two yellow tails coming from this dream Narrator was flicking quietly at his Narrator's side. His narrator's glasses were tucked away under the other tail, it looked as if the second tail was protecting the glasses. What was different about this version was the horns. Two striped yellow and orange horns were protruding out of Narrator's forehead, they weren't very large, but significant enough to be noticeable. 

Narrator couldn't think of any other way to prevent Stanley from taking that step into space, so he tried to wake Stanley in any way he could. Unfortunately for him, Stanley is a heavy sleeper. Narrator rested his hands on Stanley's forehead to try and think of any other ways to wake him, and sadly, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Stanley started to wake while Narrator's cold plastic hands were on him, and Narrator had nowhere to go. So he crawled as quickly as he could over to the boarded off stairwell, and tried to fake sleeping, or just pretend he was an unused mannequin. All he had to do is stay there and wait until Stanley falls back asleep. But what if Stanley doesn't go back to sleep? What is he thinking, he wants Stanley awake! 

As Narrator sits there and hopes he can come up with some sort of proper plan, he realizes he can't get this model away from Stanley at the moment. Any little movement could wake Stanley since he's already on the verge of waking up, and even if he leaves the body, he hasn't coded in a way to teleport the body like he can teleport Stanley's. Narrator is in a lose-lose situation, if Stanley doesn't wake up, Narrator is sure their relationship will never be the same, if Stanley does wake up, Stanley will see the unfinished model. 

Narrator would have just left the body and unloaded it, but when he first got Stanley, he had coded in a precaution pertaining to any and all human models on his side of the parable. The coding prevents any human models from being unloaded out of the game. Narrator wasn't sure what would've happened to Stanley if he didn't have a model. The two of them are aware of what would happen now, but back then, Narrator wasn't willing to experiment with him like that. 

If Narrator had not been messing with him, the fake Narrator's allure would have worn off and he would have plunged into the vast space, but Narrator woke him with his unnaturally cold hands. As Stanley woke up, he noticed a few things before processing his surroundings. He felt sweaty, which is unusual, a dream like that does not warrant what he's feeling right now. He feels like he just woke from a nightmare. Stanley didn't have his blanket on him anymore, so he sat up to look for it. He looked around, and found that the blanket was halfway across the platform, but he felt he needed to look around for another reason. He felt like something had woken him, instead of him waking on his own. Maybe he was right, maybe he was wrong, but he was sure that.. Plastic doll? Mannequin? Whatever it is, he's sure it wasnt there when he went to sleep. What on earth is that? Did it crawl out from under the boards preventing him from getting the ending? Surely not. Not to be rude to it, but it looks a little too large to have gotten through any of those gaps. Maybe not a little. 

Narrator was planning on finishing the model before Stanley woke up, surprises aren't supposed to take months of prep after all. Things certainly aren't going to plan, and Narrator is very unhappy with that. 

It's slightly horrifying to look at the mannequin. Not only are the implications of it being there very frightening, but the position it's lying in is scary too. It doesn't look comfortable, it looks like it had to get there quickly, and any movement would cause something terrible to happen. Stanley from only a few months ago would have messed with the mannequin until every bit of it was somewhere where it shouldn't have been, but he feels like he really shouldn't mess with the thing. 

To Narrator the model is imperfect, it's something he would never show off to anybody. To tell about something unfinished is to admit that he cannot create something perfect effortlessly, to admit his perfection takes time. To Stanley the model is something terrifyingly beautiful. A marble statue made to encapsulate something as pretty as a picture, yet still just as frightening as the loneliness he feels while roaming the parable. 

Stanley assumed his Narrator was hard at work, and that it would be best to leave him undisturbed. Stanley told himself everything would be ok, and with that false sense of confidence, he approached the porcelain beast. 

Now with Stanley closer to the marble creation, he can see the amount of detail, or the lack of it. The body looks perfectly made to be a doll, every joint perfectly modeled. Some things are creepier than others though. There were eye sockets, but no eyes. There were creases and cracks lining the face, showing off its age as if it was a living human. The hair on its head is in a constant state of disarray since it's entirely made out of plastic. And two thin tails are protruding out of its back. 

Oh.

Could this be..?

No. Narrator would never come down to his level like this. It can't be. Right..? Yes, of course. It's just to taunt him with. 

Stanley isn't sure if this thing was made by the Narrator or if it managed to get here on its own. With the way it's lying, and the fact Narrator had nothing to say about it, Stanley was starting to believe the thing was some sort of virus that slipped through the cracks of the coding. Stanley was actually quite sure the thing would attack him, so he dared not get any closer to it. 

Stanley decided the best course of action would be to back off of the mannequin and leave it alone, hopefully it won't strike while he isn't looking. Turning around, Stanley remembers how far away his blanket is, and goes to grab it from far away-ville. 

Stanley turns back to the copy of his computer and worries that the headphones may have died while he was asleep, but he remembers that one ‘parable day’ is way longer than one earth day, and his computer is working without being plugged in right now. Even if the headphones could be charged and could die, they certainly wouldn't in the parable. 

What was that? 

Oh god.

While Stanley was retrieving his blanket and turning his computer back on, the sculpture had moved. It had moved quite a bit actually. It was right behind Stanley's computer to be exact. It was looking right at him from over the top of his computer. What the fuck is he supposed to do?! Narrator is off doing whatever, and this creature may take his life! Stanley backed up as far as he possibly could, but he realized he may have backed himself into a bigger corner. Instead of fleeing to the open door, his computer faced one of the sides of the circle, instead of the boards or the door. Because of that, Stanley is nowhere near where he needs to be, and is way too fear-stricken to try and escape properly. 

Stanley runs his hands down his face in a last ditch effort to calm himself and make some light of the situation, but he quickly opens his eyes again when he hears the sound of.. Crawling on the soft carpet? Why would this thing be crawling? Stanley looks back up as quickly as he can and sees that, once again, the creature is unmoving. It's still looking right at him, that seems to be its biggest hobby right now, but it's closer to the door. 

Is it trying to leave too? Is it some scrapped character Narrator made that mysteriously gained consciousness like Stanley? 

If it's a virus, Stanley believes it's best to stay away from it, in case it is something malicious. But he wants to go near it, he wants to hold it gently and stroke its hair. He wants to sing it to sleep despite his lack of a voice. He wants to form a connection to the being, and he wants to tell it everything will be alright before Narrator inevitably finds out about it and gets rid of it. 

Narrator watches Stanley closely, each time Stanley closes his eyes, Narrator moves as fast as he possibly can to get out the door. Maybe Stanley thinks they're playing a game. Is this what peek-a-boo is? It seems very uninteresting for babies, since they can't move much. 

Before Stanley realizes, Narrator is out the door. With the impossibility of Narrator’s existence, comes an impossibility of everything. If Narrator so wishes, he can be inhumanly strong, and right now, he is certainly wishing for that. He lunges as if he is still an animal, and jumps from the metal catwalk up to the ledge where he would convince Stanley to jump to his death. 

Narrator turns around and sees Stanley staring at him from down below. He looks confused, but like he was expecting his model to do something like that. He ran off. 

Oh my god! That went horribly! Narrator disconnected from the model and reconnected to the parable, then he promptly pushed the incident to the back of his mind and started working on the code allowing him to teleport the model to wherever he wishes. 

‘Narrator?’

“Good morning Stanley! Or- um, good afternoon? I'm not sure. Did you sleep well?” 

‘What the hell was that thing in the zending with me earlier.’

“What do you mean? I didn't hear any complaints from you until now! And i certainly don't see anything in there with you right now!”

‘Are you really going to do this again?’

“I’m.. I don't know what youre talking about.” Narrator had basically undone all of the small amounts of progress they've had in their relationship. 

‘Fine. If you aren't going to be honest with me then..’ Stanley couldn't think of anything he could possibly do in return to Narrator, all of the things he thought of doing would affect him in a negative way too. 

‘I won't talk to you anymore.’

“And how would you go about doing that?”

‘I'll sit in the broom closet until you apologize and tell me why you're doing that again.’ 

“Please don't do that.”

‘Then tell me why you're lying again!’ 

“I can't tell you! I can't..” 

‘Im sorry. Please dont cry again.’

But with that single plea, Narrator started to cry again. Everything is extremely overwhelming, and.. Are you kidding me? The model is crying too. The tears are going to stain the carpet, he needs to work faster. 

“Mm.. I need to get- working.”

‘Don't overwork yourself. I know you're already overwhelmed and I'm sorry for that, but please don't force yourself to work when you can barely speak to me.' 

“Nn.. uughhnnm. But I need to! That's all I'm good for!”

‘Can we leave? I don't want to be in this room after seeing that thing.’

“Of course.”

Did Stanley not like the model? Did he mess it up somehow? Was it unappealing? After he resets Stanley and gets him comfortable once again, he tells himself he needs to finish that model as quickly as possible. The faster he gets it done, the quicker he'll be able to fix their relationship, and the quicker he'll be able to apologize to Stanley for lying to him again. 

Stanley knew the change in lighting would hurt his eyes, but he didn't care anymore. The model should be reset along with everything else in the building, so if it comes back in a matter of seconds, or it is in the main office, it's most certainly a virus. 

The end is never the end is never the end is the end is loading the end is never the end is…

“This is the story of a man named Stanley… blah blah blah… How are you feeling?”

[ I feel like i've been looking at the sun for three days straight. ]

“Wonderful, are you in need of anything before I get back to my work?”

[ I would appreciate if you gave me those blankets and pillows from the zending again. ] 

“I was already planning on giving you those things. Are you going to be staying in your office?”

[ Yeah, I think so. My computer is already in here so i think I’m gonna stay. ]  

“Would you like it if I changed the carpet to the one on the zending?”

[ Yeah. ] 

“Close your eyes.”

And Stanley listened. He closed his eyes and felt the parable shift around him. He felt like he was falling indefinitely, or riding a very unstable elevator. 

“And.. open!”

Stanley's office lights were dimmed, the desk items were removed, only leaving the computer, and the things he requested were implemented. There were some very rudimentary looking fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. The room looked perfect. It kind of looked like that dream he had earlier, but if the walls were still the same colors as the ones in the parable. Stanley hopes he has another dream like that again, it was quite enjoyable. 

“Do you like it?”

[ I like it more than the word like really means. ] 

“Very sweet of you to say dearest.”

[ Do you want to listen to the music again? ]

“I would love to, dear.”

Narrator did enjoy listening to the music with Stanley, but he couldn't focus on his work, or the music. He couldn't even spend hours just watching Stanley. Well, he most certainly could, he could watch Stanley tap his finger to a song he's heard before, or fake disgust for a song he's never heard, yet come to like the song by the end of it. 

He was in an immense amount of trouble. 

Narrator had misjudged his knowledge and let himself make a bad decision, instead of taking it back, he continued as if the bad decision was on purpose. He had let Stanley see the model, and he saw him moving too! The model did not reset to a different room, obviously, so if Stanley just as so simply leaves his room, Stanley will see the model again, and who knows what he'll do with it. 

Narrator decided, even if he can't force his brain to do the work he needs to get to doing, he can pretend he's doing it, so when Stanley inevitably comes out of his office thinking Narrator isn't looking, he'll feign innocence. Maybe Stanley will get mad at him again and really go through with sitting in the broom closet for who knows how long, but Narrator can hope that he won't. 

What does he need to code into it anyway? Obviously he has to make sure resets work on it, so that's number one. Next he should be able to teleport it, which shouldn't be too hard since the coding for a reset and teleports are quite similar. Other things though.. Physics. God, that's always the worst. Besides that, that should be all of the coding he needs to do. 

But even after that there's more work. Narrator has to actually make the model look like a person, and not a doll. He needs textures, and colors! And under all of that, he needs organs and bones! Would Stanley even care? Would he care about all of the intricacies he puts into the model for him? Narrator hopes he will, because if not, he would have spent all of this time on this model all for nothing!

So Narrator gets to work on the coding, that's the part he hates the most, so he might as well get it done now while he's trying to ignore Stanley. 

And Stanley knows he's being ignored, because he took the headphones off after they started to hurt his ears. His Narrator didn't say a word, so Stanley assumes Narrator was watching him like Stanley keeps catching him doing. But when Stanley questioned him, there was no answer. There was nothing. Stanley started to get nervous, because not even a few knocks on his office door got the attention of his Narrator.

Stanley opened his office door. The office looked like it usually does, and it hurt Stanley's eyes. Stanley walked forward a bit and didn't hear the sound of his office door clicking behind him. He turned around to see that the door was still wide open. If the door was wide open, nothing should lock him in, right? And if he was lucky, he should be able to walk into rooms he usually isn't able to. 

This was nice actually, Stanley hadn't seen the new computers in the rest of the office. Well, he did earlier while going to the zen room, but he didn't care to actually look very well. Stanley assumed the one he had was the exact same as the ones in the rest of the office, turns out, his was customized. Stanleys was completely black and worked like an actual computer, while the rest of the office had white computers that acted like computer shaped cardboard boxes. They were still quite heavy though. 

Stanley thinks back on that mannequin from earlier. It might be up here in the office with him, now that he's thinking back on it. He saw it crawl up there, and he isn't sure if resets work for it. If they do, where would it reset to? Again, he isn't sure. Maybe it came from the museum? 

But Stanley was wrong, because while he was aimlessly walking and thinking about the doll, he tripped over its leg, and fell face first into the scratchy carpet. 

Stanley found the mannequin. The doll was slumped over under one of the desks of his so-called “co-workers”. It was very frightening this time, because there is no way it just reset to there on its own. It must've hid there after it scurried off, and resets don't affect it. 

What can he do with it? After he tripped over it, he realized the thing wasn't making any advancements, so either it is not hostile, or it's sleeping. Stanley fell quite hard, hard enough he expected Narrator to come back just to make fun of him for it, but he didn't. If it was asleep it most certainly would have woken up at the sound of that. 

Stanley grabbed it by the torso and brought it closer to himself. It was very cold to the touch, colder than his computer screen, new or old. Stanley picked himself up off the ground while still holding the doll and saw how.. Short it was. The doll's body in a standing position lined up at about his shoulder. It was a little chubbier too. Not literally, just that it was meant to look like that. Since it was made of plastic and all.

It was very light. Lighter than Stanley assumed it was. Maybe it's hollow? Stanley didn't really have anything else to do, so he decided to bring the mannequin to the museum, where he assumes it came from. He tried not to look at it, the dark sockets in its face were still creeping him out. 

Down the hallway, through the left door, down some more hallways, into some rooms, enter a passcode, through the secret tunnel, down an elevator, and knock on the exit. Four knocks so Curator and Mariella know who it is. 

“Hello? Stanley? What are you doing here right now?”

[ Narrator is off doing something and I'm bored. Also i think i have something of yours. ] 

“You think you have something of mine?” Curator chuckled a bit, “i don't lose anything! Maybe you have something you think I would like.”

[ Maybe. ] 

Stanley thought about how this would be in the parable if it isn't Curators. It has to be a virus if it's not theirs, right?

“Come in. We can host you for a little.”

[ You and Mariella have something to do? ] 

“We're going on a date for a few hours. Now come in, seriously! You'll freeze out there.” 

Stanley walked into what would have been the crusher, which now is an elevator. 

[ Arguably, it's colder in your side of the parable. Only when I'm doing the ending though. ] 

Stanley stepped out of the elevator and saw.. Something. There were definitely some changes made to the museum while he was gone. The whole museum is still a blinding white with somehow even whiter fluorescent lights, but now there are new areas in the museum detailing different things Mariella and Curator have found and adored. The original areas for The Stanley Parable and The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe have been pushed to two seperate hallways on one side of the room, while the single corridor on the other side of the room leads to what Stanley assumes is things Mariella and Curator have found enjoyable themselves. 

“Stanley! I haven't seen you in forever!” Mariella ran up to Stanley and hugged him, a little too tight, but Stanley didn't mind.

[ You saw me just a few weeks ago, remember? ] 

“Yeah, but that was soo long ago!”

Mariella eventually let go of Stanley and walked back to her girlfriend, Stanley was looking at the new interior while Curator started to speak.

“Stanley, you said you had something you believed was mine, correct?”

[ Yeah, sorry I didn't bring it in, it's about the size of you actually. I'm not sure why it's on my side of the parable so I assumed it's yours. Can i go get it out of the elevator? ] 

“..Yes?” 

Curator was slightly concerned with what Stanley may have brought her. If it is the size of her, it most certainly isn't hers as she is well aware she has not collected anything the size of herself, but Stanley also stated he didn't recognize it. Even though Curator has had Mariella as a protagonist longer than Narrator has had Stanley, somehow Stanley had played his game more than Mariella, so if he doesnt recognize something, there's a high chance nobody will. 

Stanley walked back in with.. Eugh. Curator knows exactly what it is, it's the model Narrator was struggling with and came to beg her for help with. Curator can recognize it so well, because she made the basic parts of it. Narrator hasn't really done much with it so far from what she can see. 

“Stanley, you are only partially right. I did make some of that, but it is not mine. You have to bring it back to your side of the parable.”

[ I have to? I can’t just leave it here? ] 

“No. But I'm not opposed to giving you a new tour of the museum, would you be interested?”

[ It's not like i have anything better to do. ]

“Come along then.” 

Curator and Mariella began to tour Stanley around their half of the parable, and Curator whisked away the model back to Narrator. 

Narrator, was busy finishing the code when the model violently smacked the floor and finally broke him out of his trance. He most certainly, absolutely, positively, did not scream. 

The Narrator looked back at all the code he wrote to make sure it should all work properly, before saving a version of the parable as it is in case something is wrong with the code and it breaks the parable in some way. 

He's done with the code, so he's going to test it to make sure it works. But what can he do after that? Maybe he could make the model more human-like before he starts to color it, add organs, hair and what not. 

Narrator teleports the model to every room he can think of, while doing that he realizes Stanley is not in his half of the parable. Narrator still feels his presence, so he knows Stanley is with Curator. 

Why was his model in the middle of the two doors room? What caused it to fall and make such a loud sound? Stanley isn't here right now, so whatever caused it must not have been him. Stanley is really the only person he has to keep this model away from, so he doesn't care to investigate further. 

The Narrator is not pleased with what he has to do. Narrator has to look at many diagrams of humans to make sure his model works and feels just like what he's trying to imitate. How can Stanley live with himself when he looks like that on the inside? Narrator can't believe he made so many death endings when the result is something like this every time. 

Coloring is one of the hardest parts of a model in Narrator’s eyes. If one color is just slightly off, pray to the lord it isn't the skin, it could cause the entire model to look unpleasant to the eyes. If to the skin, it could cause it to look like a full body rash, a lack of oxygen, or the worst in Narrator’s eyes, sickly. 

Clothing doesn't seem like a problem, since Narrator was easily able to find clothing online to take for free, even coming with free physics. 

Narrator decides stealing models of organs and making the model look like a human is the best thing to do before Stanley gets back, since he plans on finishing the model while Stanley is away with Curator and her girlfriend. 

A heart to beat, two lungs to breath. What might one think after acquiring a brain?

All of the organs are here in the files, but Narrator isn't going to implement them until he makes the ball joint doll look like a bone harboring human. It's not very easy. Maybe he should just draw what he wants the model to look like? Yes! A splendid idea! 

So Narrator draws, he draws on all of the papers in the parable a multitude of times, scrapping the paper and trying again each time he makes one little mistake. Until he finds and makes the most perfect drawing of what Stanley wants him to look like. Of what he wants to look like. 

(hhahsheheh drawing here but later)

It was.. Good? For human standards Narrator is sure most people wouldn't like it. Narrator likes it though or- apologies, he believes Stanley would like it best the way it looks in the drawing.

The model is still completely white, and it is still very much bald. In the drawing, Narrator didn't not bother to color it, so there it is white too. The drawing depicts some sort of hairstyle, but Narrator isn’t sure if he’ll be able to model it properly. 

Skin, the skin, yes.. How might he go about making the ball joint doll into a human, with skin no less? A multitude of video produced modeling tutorials are due to be watched and judged by him, that's how he’ll do it. The tutorials weren’t that hard of a watch actually, the multiple videos he watched were all quite short, easily replayable, and were quite helpful. With the combination of all three he found helpful enough, he was able to make a human looking model! The eye sockets were still empty though, he was planning on just taking someone else's 3-D modeled eyes instead of making his own. The empty sockets were creeping him out actually, after he gets the colors right, he’ll find eyes that match properly. 

Hair. Narrator isn't going to give a model skin just to leave it completely bald right after. Maybe just some simple shapes can go in place of the hair for now? Narrator puts a circle on the head, slightly to the side, and flattens it out, mostly. Kind of like a big block of cheese. Lots of little curls all around the head, maybe Narrator got a little too invested in making the curls look nice. 

Instead of piggybacking off of Stanley’s code, Narrator completely reworked the teleportation system and the reset system, because of the extra effort he put in, he should be able to reset his model without resetting Stanley or the rest of the office. With that, Narrator shouldn't have to redo all of the work he put into making the zending and Stanley's office more comfortable. 

What is very important right now, is to make sure the model resets properly, and that the body updates to the more human like version. 

To test all of this out properly, Narrator ventures back into the model, and he lets go of the parable once again. 

It is overwhelming. Narrator can feel his legs sticking together and sweating, he can feel the robe rubbing up against him, it's soft, fluffy even, a nice sensation, but too much in this moment. Narrator doesn't know what to do, so he hides under one of the ‘employee's’ desks. His curls tickle the back of his neck in all the wrong ways, and he can feel the desk and rough carpet touching his bare skin. Stanley was right about the carpet being a bad texture. 

Narrator had let go of the parable, so when Stanley was sent back to the parable after completing his tour of the museum, Narrator was unaware. 

Stanley wanted to find the model again, maybe he would bring it around the parable, maybe he would to back to his apartment with it. It sounds weird, but Stanley most of the time does not have anybody to touch, nobody to hold, and the bucket may be something great, but it is not a person.

The mannequin wasn't anywhere near the entrance of the museum. Stanley asked where the body went, and Curator said she sent it back to his side of the parable right when she started touring him around. 

Stanley assumed the mannequin would be in the office, or the two doors room, but it wasn't in either of those spots. Stanley wanted to check the zending, but his Narrator was nowhere to be found. If he went down there, he would be stuck for who knows how long.

Maybe the doll is under one of his ‘coworkers’ desks again? Stanley checked under the one he originally found it under, but it wasn't there. So Stanley went, one by one, through each room. Just to find this mannequin. But Stanley never found it. Instead, Stanley found a more human looking version of what he assumes was the mannequin. Maybe it is a virus, since it seems to be evolving based on Stanley. There weren't any dolls in the game, but there sure are humans, and Stanley touched it, and also brought it to two other humans. That must be what it's doing, right? Evolving?

The mannequin looked..scared? It still doesn't have eyes, and it doesn't have a skin color, but it has every other human attribute. The only reason Stanley was able to determine it was still the mannequin was the fact it still had the pink robe on. 

Its face looked uncomfortable with its surroundings. Stanley already had a plan in mind on things he wanted to test with the mannequin, having it like this just makes things a little easier. Or better. 

Stanley picked up the model and noticed it was quite a lot heavier than the last time he picked it up. It's not like it matters, he has some left over memories of going to the gym, and walking around all the time every day certainly has its good long term effects. In short, Stanley isn't a weakling and from time to time, he likes a challenge. 

Stanley picks up the mannequin and carries it bridal style, it doesn't look very nice though, since the doll looks more like a corpse in his arms. Stanley walks to the two doors room and takes a right. Through the right door, he walks through the lounge. Then, Stanley remembers the things in his office. Stanley lays the mannequin down on the blue couch in the lounge.

Stupid Stanley, how come he didn't remember to grab the things from his office before walking to the apartment? Stanley continues to berate himself while he grabs the blanket from his office. There are already some pillows in his apartment, and there is a blanket too, but this blanket is softer than the one in his bedroom, and the mannequin isn't clothed very well. 

Stanley walks back to the lounge as quickly as he can without running, he doesn't want to tire out his legs before he brings the mannequin back to his apartment. When Stanley walked back into the lounge he was only slightly confused. Maybe a little more than slightly. The mannequin was off of the couch he had previously left it on. Actually, the mannequin was on top of one of the sleek tables and was leaning against the wall. Both of those stay quite cold, and don't have much texture to them.. Maybe the doll is displeased with how the couch feels? That doesn't make much sense though, it was sitting under one of his desks earlier, and the carpet has a similar texture to the couch. 

Stanley doesn't care to dwell on it any longer, he pulls the mannequin closer to him, and lays the blanket half against the table, and half against the wall the best he could with only one hand. Then, Stanley gently places the mannequin back where it was, now on top of the blanket, and picks it up once again. The mannequin is mostly wrapped in the blanket in his arms and Stanley hopes it's more comfortable for it, if it can feel at all, that is.

That's what Stanleys here to test actually, he's taking the mannequin back to his apartment to test if it can feel in any way. Right now, the doll doesn't seem to have any reaction to being picked up, and it's still acting as if it's not alive. When Stanley saw it under the desk, he still assumed it was going to feel like plastic, but with it in his arms now, he can feel its pulse, he can feel the shallow breaths it's taking, most likely to convince Stanley it's not breathing at all, and he can feel how it was shivering, yet now, inside the blanket, the shaking has ceased.

Usually Stanley cant get any further than right in the beginning of the warehouse since the platform doesn't move on its own. Stanley assumes his Narrator has to move it for him every time. Stanley felt the mannequin's arm twitch, and the platform Started to move for him. Huh. It's a little odd, but Stanley has a job to be doing, so he doesn’t think about it too hard. Stanley walks onto the platform, and with its normal ricketty-ness and the added weight of the faux-human, it shakes. It shakes quite a bit actually, and Stanley feels the creature tense up in his arms. 

What is he supposed to do? The thing doesn't have any eyes, inside of its eye-holes are just black empty sockets, with that knowledge, it shouldn't have eardrums, or anything inside its mouth either, right? Stanley can check those other two later, for now, Stanley holds the body closer to himself in the hopes it will comfort it. Stanley can't tell if he successfully helped calm the nerves of the thing, because he makes it to the other side and b-lines straight to the room with the phone. He picks it up, and remembers the thing might not teleport with him just as he is thrown into the other map. Thankfully, the thing managed to stay with him, the unfortunate part, is his arms did not stay cradling it. Stanley's arms are at his side, and the mannequin is on the floor. 

It's curled up in fetal position again. Stanley picks it up and brings it into his apartment, he kicks the door behind him to close it, and walks straight to the bedroom. There are other things Stanley could test, like pain, but he doesn't want to test that right now. This thing could be his first real friend! Other than Mariella, but Stanley doesn't get to see her that often. If anything, she's more like his missing co-workers. But this, this.. Thing. It could be something amazing. Stanley could finally have someone for himself, hurting it right off the bat wouldn't exactly be a good bonding activity in his opinion. 

Stanley sits it on the back of the bed and he sits right next to it. The blanket starts to fall off of it, and Stanley notices its robe is untied again. Under the robe, Stanley can see stretch marks. Damn. This thing has some insane detail on it. Stanley leans over to re-tie it, since the mannequin refuses to move under his watchful eye, he notices something else. It's not.. Stanley decides the only good way to describe what he's seeing is that the mannequin is very good at imitating a human, and it's only wearing that robe. 

Stanley feels his face heat up. He’s sure his face is bright red, and it makes him think about the fact that the thing in his bed doesn't have eyes. Can it see or not? It doesn't have any visible eyes, but while it was trying to flee from Stanley earlier it had been watching him. However it does that. 

He forces himself out of staring impolitely at the being, and re-ties the robe for it. Stanley has made this immensely awkward for potentially both of them. Maybe he should just ignore what he saw? At least for now. 

How is he supposed to go about this? Does he pretend the thing is a human? Should he just do whatever he wants? Stanley is lost in thought over if he should treat this situation as a completely consensual one from the start or if he should find a way to have the mannequin consent, since it is living, from what he can tell. He should look for consent, right? Stanley thinks he should. And so he does. Stanley leans forward and pecks the Mannequin on the cheek. He would've kissed it on the mouth first, but when looking for consent you shouldn't have that be your first move, and the thing doesn't have lips anyway. 

The mannequin doesn't move. Obviously it doesn't move, but Stanley decides if it wants to back out, it will leave. Stanley has seen it do that before. Actually, it only moved when he wasn't looking, right? He can just close his eyes after doing something to see if it will move! Stanley must be the smartest person on earth. After staring at the mannequin for who knows how long, Stanley kisses its cheek once again, but quickly moves back and covers his eyes. 

What the hell is Stanley doing!? He has no idea what this mannequin could possibly be, and hes getting in bed with it!? Well, Narrator isn't sure what Stanley is going to do with him, but Narrator hopes it isn't too much. He's already overwhelmed from the amount of contact they had before, and how many textures he's felt today. The bed is nice, it's a very nice feeling, but Stanley keeps doing that thing. He's only done it twice, but Narrator doesn't know what it is. 

Stanley has his eyes closed. He could use this as a chance to escape! But.. he wants to see what else Stanley is going to do. This can't be all he brought Narrator here for, right? Certainly this is just testing right now. Maybe Stanley wants him to do it back?

Narrator pushes himself up a little, the bed shifts under the two of them. Stanley hears it and expects to feel the weight shift off of the bed in a second, but instead feels a little bit of weight on his cheek. It's very cold, whatever's on his face right now. Is it the mannequin!? 

The thing kissed Stanley back. 

It is an extreme understatement to say Stanley was very happy with what just happened. If the mannequin felt comfortable enough to at least try to kiss Stanley back, he should be able to do what he did for the rest of this testing period. And, there's a chance he'll be able to do everything he wanted. Maybe even more, since he wasn't expecting this to go so well. 

Stanley opened his eyes and the mannequin ceased its movements again. Stanley moved it back to where he sat it in the bed in front of him. It looks like the thing has a mouth, but not a fully rendered one. 

Stanley decided to continue what he was doing, he kisses the mannequin's face. It's nose, both cheeks, it's forehead, and most importantly, it's not fully finished mouth. While Stanley did this, he let his eyes flutter shut. He felt the mannequin move slightly while he was kissing it, its hands grabbed Stanley's arms, but eventually moved to over his shoulders when Stanley came closer to kiss its neck.

Stanley's hands were wrapped around the mannequin's plump waist, and his face was just inches away from the mannequins. Stanley still had his eyes shut, and he didn't plan to open them until they progressed much further. Stanley waited for the mannequin to make any sort of indication of uncomfortability, and instead felt the arms around his shoulders pull him forward. Just enough to peck Stanley on the lips. It felt like the mannequin had lips, it just didn't look like it had lips. 

Stanley was tired of waiting, he was tired of kissing the thing lightly all over its face. He discovered that the mannequin was perfectly fine with doing that, but now he needs to press further. While Stanley kissed the mannequin, he made sure to prolong this one, and he most certainly made sure he pressed further into it. One of Stanley's hands made its way from the small of the mannequins back up to the nape of its neck. 

Stanley felt the mannequin arch its back slightly while he moved his hand up its spine. It opened its mouth, only slightly, and Stanley took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into its mouth. Its hands gripped the back of Stanley's shirt, and whatever hair may have been in its reach. Stanley did care though, he barely felt it. He let his tongue touch and explore every crevice of the mannequin's mouth, it was cold. The entire thing was cold, and Stanley could feel how he was warming it over time. 

Narrator was having a fabulously confusing time. Every small kiss Stanley left on his face felt like Stanley had left a scalding hot rock on his face, but for some reason he craved more of it. His entire face was kissed, and he misses the tingling sensation it left. But now, Narrator was glad Stanley had finished with kissing his face. Stanley's tongue in his mouth felt overly hot, everything did, but this especially felt hotter. It was wet, and he could feel everything Stanley did inside his mouth. 

Narrator had initially grabbed Stanley's shirt out of shock, but now he felt like if he let go he would fall over. It's not like he could fall over, since he's resting on the back of the headboard and on a multitude of pillows, but reality seems to slip away too quickly for Narrator to remember that.

Stanley didn't linger too long though, he wanted to see if breaking the contact would cause it to leave. Something Stanley didn't expect though, was to feel its tongue lick Stanley's lip, as if imitating the actions Stanley had imposed on it previously. Stanley let his eyes open out of shock and saw the mannequin move for the second time. Unlike the first, it didn't run off, all Stanley saw was it retract its tongue and back off a little. Stanley must have frightened it by opening his eyes so quickly.

Did he do something wrong? Narrator was just trying to imitate what Stanley had done earlier. That's what Stanley wanted him to do, right? Narrator had just been imitating what Dtanley was doing, and if not imitating, he was doing something similar to Stanley. He kissed Stanley and Stanley kissed him, Stanley grabbed Narrator by the waist and Narrator had his arms around Stanley's shoulders. All he did was imitate the first action, why did it startle Stanley so much? Maybe Stanley doesn't want Narrator to imitate what he's doing. Then what does Stanley want from him?

Stanley wasn't really in the mood to cuddle the mannequin until it's better, especially since he has no way of knowing if the thing is actually scared or not, so Stanley pulls the mannequin back closer to himself and starts to kiss its neck again, Stanley would've gone back to making out with it, but he can do that later, what Stanley wants to do with it right now is something he wouldn't like to put off any longer. 

Stanley kissed down its neck, drew near the collarbone, and bit. He didn't bite down hard, but he bit down enough that he heard it make some sound. It sounded kind of like… no. It probably doesn't have a voicebank of its own and it's taking from whatever it's heard over its time here. 

Stanley hovered over the bite mark and waits for the mannequin to make some sort of movement. Stanley feels its hand move closer towards the base of Stanley's head, and it pushes slightly. The mannequin pushes Stanley's head until his face is touching the bite mark again, so Stanley resumes the kissing and biting. He bites and licks areas along its collarbone, and he heard more sounds he wishes came from his Narrator. Stanley believes that it's only imitating the voice of his Narrator, and so he keeps wishing this really was his Narrator.

Stanley will enjoy this while it lasts, maybe he'll even do this a few more times just to hear that voice sound like this. He feels a little bad about it, he's basically using this being simply because it sounds like someone he'll never be able to have. Hopefully the mannequin doesn't mind too much. 

He brings his head back and the thing whines at the loss of Stanley's mouth on its skin. Quickly, but just slow enough to taunt it, Stanley unbuttons his shirt. Maybe if Stanley forces it to wait, it will give up the act and it will start to move even with Stanley's eyes open. But, he was wrong. It did not move, but Stanley did get the chance to notice that it was.. Enjoying its time with Stanley. Not like Stanley wasn't ‘enjoying’ what they were doing either. 

By the time Stanley was pulling his arms out of his over-shirt, the thing was whining loud enough that Stanley's wife could probably hear. If she had ears that is. Stanley wanted to hear more of it, a selfish thing to want, but he didn’t care at the moment. Stanley pulled the mannequin closer to him, making sure to keep one hand on its back and the other near its neck, and careened his head down to its chest. Stanley licked and gently nipped at the left bud on its chest, while letting the hand near the mannequin's neck drift down to play with the other one. Stanley didn't want to wait and close his eyes any longer, now that he knows it has a voice, Stanley believes it would tell him if it didn't enjoy what Stanley was doing with it. 

Narrator was once again, confused but blissfully unaware of what Stanley was doing. He enjoyed the sensations, maybe slightly didn't enjoy the growing feeling in his gut, but let Stanley continue even without knowing what he might do next. The hot feeling in his lower area seemed to grow with everything Stanley did, but when Stanley stopped to take his shirt off it became increasingly more uncomfortable. Does Stanley feel the same way? Surely not, he would’ve done something about it for himself by now. 

Narrator was trying his hardest not to let too many noises slip out, but with each pass of Stanley's tongue on his chest, it became increasingly more difficult to hide his voice. There's no way Stanley hasn't figured out who he's in bed with, right? When he figures it out, Stanley might destroy him. 

“mm-aAhh..” a slightly louder moan than usual came out of Narrator when Stanley had bit down around the swollen nub a little harder and squeezed the other one at the same time. Stanley would remember that for the next time they did this. 

Stanley enjoyed the sounds he was able to get the mannequin to produce, but he wanted to go deeper. Metaphorically and physically. Stanley untied the bow he made out of the strings coming off of the robe and completely took it off of the being. After, Stanley took off his own white t-shirt he had under his button up. Stanley wanted to take off his belt and slacks right after, but decided he wanted to try something else before doing so. 

He let his hand drift down to the mannequin's crotch. It was pretty average sized, maybe on the bigger side, but Stanley was a tall man and with that came larger hands. He could wrap his hand around the others appendage perfectly fine. He started to stroke it probably a little harder than necessary. He went from base of the shaft to the tip, almost antagonistically slowly, and made sure to thumb the tip every now and then. The beings mewls and whines devolved into half-assed pleads and moans. 

Stanley planned on not letting the mannequin cum, if it could even do that, but the sounds it was making were practically hypnotizing, and Stanley didn't realize how close he was bringing it to the edge. It came with a particularly loud moan, and finally moved for the third time under Stanley's gaze. It collapsed onto Stanley's chest and hugged him tight while catching its breath. 

But Stanley had other things on his mind instead of cuddling. Stanley licked up some of the cum it released and it tasted like it normally would. What Stanley believes is normal, he's not sure he remembers the taste of another man's cum exactly. 

Narrator was on the verge of passing out, at least he got to understand what he felt in his groin. Understand what he needs to do if he wants to fix it, that is. He's still not sure what that feeling is and he is certainly not sure what Stanley is doing with him to ‘fix’ it, especially since Stanley was the one to cause it. 

Stanley got back to work with the mannequin and pried it off of his torso. He flipped it over and started to kiss along its spine. The further down Stanley went, the closer he was to fully having his belt and dress pants off. When he hit the lower back areas, he brought his head back up to the mannequin's shoulders and started to kiss and suck on the skin up there. By the time the mannequin had grown mostly hard again and its shoulders looked like it had blood flow, Stanley was left in his underwear and socks. 

Narrator was slightly scared now. His back was towards Stanley and while he could still see him mostly, Narrator isn't too sure what parts of his body are where and is worried he may not be able to tell what part of himself Stanley is fondling. Narrator can see Stanley throw his underwear off the side of the bed. Then, Narrator finally realizes what they're doing. Stanley is having intercourse with the Narrator's unfinished model. Now Narrator is sure he has to keep this a secret from Stanley, otherwise, he may be left in a state he doesn't know how to manage. 

Stanley had realized long ago that this thing had never had any sexual relations before, but it's tight asshole is just further proof for his statement. Obviously there's no lube anywhere in that parable, and certainly not in his apartment, so he made due with what he had. Stanley spit into his hand and made sure he rubbed it generously over his aching cock, then with the remaining moisture, he worked the mannequin’s tight hole open. 

One finger pushing in and out caused the mannequin to make some strained noises, but they quickly subsided when Stanley's pointer finger properly loosened it. Then, Stanley added another finger. Two fingers pushing in and out caused some slight whines for more stimulation. Two fingers seemed to be enough for Stanley so he pulled out. The mannequin was very unhappy with that and presented Stanley with a louder whine.

Narrator was not enjoying being teased like this. All he wanted was for Stanley to stick his cock inside his ass so he could feel what it's like to be human. Narrator was certain the only reason Stanley did this was because he had nobody else to do this with, but once he met the Narrator face to face formally, this would never happen again. He wants to experience being human to the fullest of its capacity.

Stanley started slowly. He pushed the tip in and waited for the mannequin to adjust to the bigger appendage inside it. Apparently, the mannequin was tired of waiting and shifted its weight so Stanley's cock would push further into it. That movement then elicited a lewd moan from the mannequin's mouth. While it moaned, it arched its back, finally giving Stanley some relief to his own pleasure. 

After that stunt the mannequin pulled, Stanley was completely and utterly done with waiting. Ferociously, he pounded into the mannequin's ass. Over and over again, he heard it use his Narrator's voice to produce heavenly sounds Stanley was sure he would never truly hear. That voice alone could've brought him to the edge, but here he was, pounding the ass of something using his voice. It's moans brought Stanley close to the edge much quicker than he thought, but he had been out of practice for so long he should've expected something like that. Stanley came inside it's ass and certainly didn't plan on moving after all of that. He turned the thing on its side while simultaneously moving with it and bringing the blanket over the two of them. He spooned the mannequin, and promptly fell asleep. 

His Narrator was very confused. Stanley did in fact have intercourse with him, but aren't you supposed to pull out after? Narrator would have left his body to check what it means and why someone wouldn't pull out after, but Stanley had fallen asleep, and the quiet snores coming from his just slightly ajar mouth seemed to quell Narrator's fears. And though he didn't want to sleep with his protagonist, for there were much more important things to work on, Narrator fell asleep shortly after his Stanley.