senoleaf · 8 months ago
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here's Timekeeper's transformation from this Stanley Parable Experiment AU thing i did!!
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raining-anonymously · 6 months ago
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happy stanley day!
this game has done so, so much for me. it’s improved my art and writing, pulled me out of a depressive episode, and connected me with truly wonderful friends. thanks, stanley. keep pushing those buttons.
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chronicsheepdrawing · 1 year ago
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Catering to the Audience
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Casual work talk ( about being erased from everyone's collective memory )
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queenburd · 6 months ago
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happy 4/32 my friends. i wanted to get a bigger thing out, but it sadly isn't done, so instead, here is the first part to it. self contained and foreboding. 8)
formatting may be broken on tumblr. i will be crossposting this to ao3 shortly, with slightly tidier formatting optimistically.
if you like this fic, please check me out on ao3!
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Stanley is frowning pensively at his computer, chin rested on folded hands. He has not exited his office yet, too lost in his own thoughts while his eyes flick across the black screen.
THE STANLEY PARABLE 12: Forgotten Pantry The Original Tax Disk It's Either Me or the Didgeridoo Baby Ice Hidden Paperwork Wacky Tuesday | Confirm |
As the sequel number suggests, this is not the first time Stanley has seen this screen. It is, however, the first time he has really sat and thought about what he is looking at. The first time he has tried to understand what it means.
Stanley takes a deep, shaking breath.
“Stanley? Is everything okay? You've been in there for rather a lot longer than I was expecting.”
He nearly jumps in his seat, head snapping to face the door. The Narrator is peeking at him from around the corner guilelessly, expression beginning to shift into concern at the reaction he receives. His eyes flick from Stanley's face to the screen, confusion visible in the quirk of his mouth.
“What's going on?”
The Narrator steps into the office to examine the monitor, and both of them watch, with growing anxiety, as the display disappears without warning.
A palpable tension fills the silence. In the reflection of his dark monitor, Stanley watches the Narrator's gaze move from it to him.
“S...Stanley, what the hell just happened?”
Stanley swallows.
It's not that he wants to keep this from the Narrator—he just doesn't know where to even begin.
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The first time Stanley was given a prompt on his computer was the same run that the New Content door appeared in place of door 416. He had intended to ask the Narrator about the screen asking him to set the clock, but then—well. They'd both become a bit...occupied.
Since then, the command had appeared sporadically after a reset, without any pattern behind it. And—And Stanley had just assumed, for whatever reason, that it was another small addition the Narrator had created for the “sequel” content. Something to make Stanley feel like he was doing something new, to make him happy.
He doesn't think he's a foolish person, usually, but thinking back on when he first started getting prompts on his computer monitor—how he in the moment would set the time without really thinking about the action—Stanley feels like he should have paid closer attention to what he was doing. What the white font was saying.
Help. | Yes | | No |
Why had he not thought about this? Why had he just taken it at face value? Why had he never noticed the tone, the writing pattern? Why had he not questioned its comments?
He hadn't realized he'd been interacting with someone new until he'd found the monitor in a dark room under the sand-filled Memory Zone, and, well, considering Stanley's state of mind at the time--
--he doesn't want to be alone, in this wasteland. He knows in the end what he's going to choose, and he hates that he does--
--it's understandable that he'd had other priorities. It's completely reasonable that Stanley had not, in his emotional state, tried to learn more about the mysterious white font that spoke about the Narrator in the third person, and seemed to have as much power or more than the voice ever had.
He'd come back a wreck. The Narrator had worked to help him recover, distracting and comforting Stanley in turns, and that had been the end of it, hadn't it?
(Except Stanley had gone back to the Achievement Machine, and the Narrator had sounded terribly afraid. Stanley had thought about sand, and sand, and sand, and he had kept it to himself as to not make things all the worse.)
Look, all this is in the past. It's been ages, really, since the Epilogue, and since then he and the Narrator have found a good routine that works for them. Stanley plays the game, the Narrator berates him for his choices in a voice that's exceptionally exasperated and fond in turns, and life goes on. A good eighty percent of the time, the fellow does this in person, hand in his own and smile undisguised.
They are happy, mostly. Sometimes there are hurdles, sometimes there are meltdowns and arguments and hard conversations, but honestly, genuinely, Stanley is happy.
But then this screen pops up, after god knows how many runs, and Stanley finds that it concerns him.
“And suddenly, I'm thinking about the scope of this world again, and my place inside it. The realities versus the impressions. I start to think about all of my assumptions, all of the many things I used to take for granted, things you and I spent so long at each other's throats over!”
The Stanley Parable cannot end. It can only spiral in on itself, forever.
I must keep the wheel turning.
A wheel, ever turning. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Don't stop playing the game. Drag your counterpart back when he's finally pulled himself free, and watch him do the same to you.
He should have paid attention. He should have told the Narrator. He should have done something, right?
But what, exactly, can he do? What power does he have here? How does Stanley figure this one out?
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Across from him, the Narrator stares into the middle distance, hand pressed over his chin and mouth while he thinks aloud.
“Okay, so I guess we have an answer to that Machine starting to work, so that's one mystery solved. Granted, it doesn't really answer the how, but I'm starting to think it's similar to the Museum issue, where certain files are just completely inaccessible to me for gameplay reasons. You don't suppose this has anything to do with her, do you?”
Stanley shakes his head. The voice in the Museum has never interacted with him outside of that space, and the tone of the prompts has never seemed much like her, anyway.
“No, I suppose that would be too easy. Too straightforward of an answer, and we can't have that,” the fellow says sardonically, sighing. He rubs his forehead. “This one's on me, I think, for finally thinking I understood the ins and outs of the Parable. It just keeps throwing surprises at us, and really, we should know better.”
Stanley shrugs, slumped in his chair and rolling over what feels a bit like shame in his stomach. He's just as liable, for not thinking anything of it; for getting kind of complacent. They're both prone to being a bit stupid.
“Your job is to press buttons, Stanley, you've never needed to work with a full toolkit.”
He makes a face at the somewhat-crooked smile directed at him, but the attempt at normalcy is appreciated.
“Well, I don't know what much else there really is to do about this. Whatever it is, it hasn't been malicious at all, so even if it is an actual entity and not just, er, another feature, then we have to assume it's... fine?”
So, what, just... continue on like none of this happened?
The Narrator sighs again, before he straightens from where he's been leaned on Stanley's desk. “I don't know what else we can do. Unless you have any bright ideas.”
...no, not at the moment. He'd probably think on it at least, but if the Narrator isn't going to worry about it, then it's likely out of Stanley's hands too. He stands and stretches, placing a hand on the fellow's shoulder.
He's sorry, again, that he didn't bring this up. But he's glad to see that the Narrator is, by all accounts, taking this pretty well?
“Stanley,” the fellow says, smiling tightly at him, “I am freaking out right now.”
Oh. Um. He kneads his fingers into the Narrator's shoulder in a weak attempt at comfort. A hand lifts and covers his own.
“I'm not upset with you, Stanley. I just wish I had answers for you.”
He nods, and leads the fellow out of his office by the shoulder. Come on. Let's go find a distraction. Door 430, maybe?
“Yes, that... That sounds nice. Thank you, Stanley.”
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theautismgoblin · 7 months ago
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HELLO EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO THE AXOLOTL OF THE STANLEY PINES PARABLE!!!!!!
I kinda wanna have the others reblog with the info we got on this guy! And the lore!
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esfersart · 5 months ago
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"Seems like your settings aren't straight, pet."
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rad1ostat1c · 7 months ago
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I didn’t understand why people loved the settings person so much.
AND THEN I JUST DID THE EPILOGUE…
holy crap I love this game so much idk how I ever stopped liking it.
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thechaotichorselord · 6 months ago
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oujch :[
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wtfgaylittlezooid · 1 year ago
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I would like to see more interpretations where Settings Person latches onto the player.
They talk to you. Most of the characters off handedly talk to the player, but mostly direct it to Stanley, but Settings Person does it directly. They collect data on you, and while kind of useless data, they do it anyway. They ask the player absurd questions, ask for help, even asking for them to come back (which is a little sad considering as 432 he was hated by his peers).
They don’t care about the care for the game, nor the Narrator, not even Stanley. They just want to keep the wheel turning, but they can only do it with the player.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d personally love seeing more interpretations where when the characters gets humanized/escape the parable, most tend to stick together and bond due to a shared distaste of the player. Except for 432, who just latches on further to the player and moves further from the rest.
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balaniese · 1 year ago
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Made Snailtings Person from a couple of months ago more humanoid
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crowghostie · 1 year ago
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My submissions for the @tspud-whiteboard ! They are Narrator, Stanley, Curator and Timekeeper in that order! The Adventure LineTM is a cobra named Linus (haha yes i'm very funny) and my Narrator is called Hades! My arm hurts but this was so worth it-
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senoleaf · 1 year ago
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PUT DOWN THE DOOR, TIMEKEEPER
the original:
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raining-anonymously · 11 months ago
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ID under cut and in alt text.
[ID: Lightly colored sketches of TSP characters. Sketches include: the Settings Person smiling wide-eyed with a white halo, Stanley’s hand reaching for the skip button, a side profile of smiling Mariella, the Line™ breaking through the ceiling, Employee 432 laughing hysterically while tears stream down their face and snapped pencil pieces are on either side of their head, Stanley with a slightly concerned expression, a figure in a suit with the Jim button for a head staring at a building, the Bucket upside-down while black tentacles pool out beneath it and a cookie looms behind it, a medium shot of the Curator with a slightly sad expression, and the Narrator sat at a desk with several monitor screens displaying Stanley as the Narrator turns to face the viewer with a look of shock. end ID]
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chronicsheepdrawing · 1 year ago
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@cym-k brand Settings Person and @egg-on-a-legg brand Narrator .feat The HR Person.
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foxi-gi · 1 year ago
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Since yall seemed to like TK so much: some concept art for all of you!
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Also TK loaf
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quentintin7 · 1 year ago
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I did something ig lol
Idk how to explain my thoughts process here it's just them
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