#tspud skip button

[unorchido]

Ya'll know what I'm doing

Hand the Timekeeper and Narrator designs over, I'm bored and have no other will do draw anything else

Please

[demonicrhythms]

Day 27.

Skip.

[swimmingcreatortyrant]

Random bullshit ultra deluxe (pt 2) go!

[epicstoryenjoyer]

I made a plush skip button

[heckinrissa]

I haven’t drawn my Narrator in a bit

:)

[plaguescoffin]

He’s in his EMO phase, let him be

[poopystain-moved]

im seriously regretting my username.

[doodlingbot]

Insert Curator quote here.

(got the vague idea for this, wrote down the dialogue script, then woke up staring at the finished pages.)

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

An introduction to this narrator.

Warnings; cursing

The narrator sat on the floor of his studio, clothes disheveled and hands in his hair, sighing and mumbling to himself. "Damn internet people, damn stanley, stupid fucking button."

He began to rock himself back and forth as he continued to mumble. Stanley had pressed the button again, despite being told he had been standing there for long over a year the last time. "That un-greatful little..." poison dripped from the narrators words.

He sighed, stilling himself. He stood up and glanced at the door exiting the room, then shook his head. He couldn't leave, no! Not while stanley stood there in silence. Not that he cared about stanley, or how the man would react to returning without a narrator, oh no. He would stay because when this was over, stanley needed to learn a lesson.

Yes, that was it, surely. He needed to punish stanley. The narrator walked over to his seat, and sat back down. He watched stanley through the screen as the office worker stood still, hands inches from the button where he was frozen.

"How selfish" The entities words hung heavy as lead as they reached deaf ears. The narrator continues to speak aloud to himself, filling the silence. "I make this wonderful story, I oh so graciously give you the opportunity to be apart of it, and this is how you repay me?"

The lights in the studio flicker as he speaks, omnipotent voice deepening, rumbling everywhere it reached. The narrator took deep breath to ground himself. He took a look around the room for somthing to do. It was a small, candel lit room reminiscent of somthing one might imagine a rich man from the 1700's to own.

The room held many beautifully carved bookshelves, brimming with hand written literature. Stories of the narrator that he'd read time and time again, ingraved in his memory as much as the parable had come to be.

In front of the narrator sat a desk carved of the same mahogany as the rest of the rooms furnishings. An oil lamp was set to the side of his many askew papers and scripts. And yet, standing blazingly apart from the rest of the room, was many sleek screens on the wall ahead of the desk. Monitors showing different angles of stanley and the rooms he used to frequent.

The narrator huffed as slumped back in his seat. No, no ofcorse there was nothing to do in this room. This room was ment for him to do his job, for him to narrate, and to write. Things he couldn't do whilst his protagonist stood frozen in time.

"I could just kill him now... retire this story for good." The narrator said quietly to himself, all previous confidence and rigour gone from his voice. He felt somthing in his chest, almost like a pain or an empty feeling at the thought. "No..." he breathed

"No, that would be too good for him. Yes, yes thats why I shan't do it. It would be an ending far too bland! Of course. Yes, stanley needs to learn the errors of his ways. Thats what this has always been. A lesson. Yes... I can wait."

He sat stairing at the screens for days in silence, hardly a thought crossing his mind. He would've stayed like that too, until his mind broke at the drowning lonlyness, if it hadn't been for...

CRASH

"What in the-?!" The narrator whipped his head around to the exit of his study, where the noise had seemingly originated outside the room. He stood up slowly, the first movement he'd made in days, and walked over to the door. He stood still infront of it, as though considering the door.

He slowly reached out for the handle, grabbing it lightly. He turned back to the monitors for a moment, looking at the man on the screen who hadn't moved an inch, and who he knew deep down wasn't going to for a very very long time.

"I'll be right back..." he said quietly, turning back to the door, and opening it cautiously. There he was met with a world that was not his own, and with people that he might find a little... Familiar.

End of intro, Open to rp! :]]]

tldr?; the narrator is waiting for stanley in the skip button ending but opens a door to find other ppl, like, narrators and Stanley's or whatever. Whoever ends up responding to this for rp basically lmao

[maidahselky]

He finally caught him

[mossy-rot]

the stanley parable is a good game bc you can stand in a broom closet while a pretentious british god continually insults you, slowly torture him by exposing him to the existential pain of isolation to where we get lines of dialogue like "we have demanded that our entertainment be the collapse of ourselves," or get him making bucket puns into an endless void

[the-friendliest-freak]

Theory:

The reason The Narrator stops talking in later presses of the Skip Button isn’t because he’s dead or is ignoring you out of spite.

He’s gone blind due to being in complete darkness for years.

[itsdefinitely]

i did this animatic faster than any other ive ever made and i think that says something about me as a person

tw for zending (nothing graphic/gory) and mild eyestrain (it gets red. unrelated to zending)

[heckinrissa]

Skip skip skippity skip

[finkisun]

it's so horrifying that the Skip Button Ending is the first ending that's introduced as Ultra Deluxe

because it reveals a real crisis in the Narrator. they literally say that they do not feel real when Stanley is "not there" because they are literally a narrator who must narrate a story

the story is about a man named Stanley and has always been. without Stanley at least being able to hear the Narrator, they not only lose their purpose but their identity and they're entire existence. they are nothing without Stanley

the story is about Stanley; thus, The Stanley Parable and it could feel like a failure if the Narrator failed to make the story about Stanley

[god-compussy]

Tspud angst. Soon to be posted in the Stannarrator server.

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