Alright wait wait let's see. Last we left off, Stanley had a panic attack/became overstimulated because of the fireworks, now we have Alexander and uh, the skip button.
There's gotta be a way to dissolve both issues, at least temporarily. Right?
“For the most part the issue has been dissolved. We went back to our usual scheduling of stanely running around ruining my story and hiding in a broom closet and being an absolute adorable idiot. It’s in the past. Regardless both issues have stuck with us and strained us a bit… we aren’t to sure where we lie now. Friends?,Enemy’s?…, well… things have just been strained and odd. But we will be making due with every thing.
“Stanley probably hated the narrator now. The constant pressing of the skip button was probably payback for the fireworks issue that happened before. Stanley most likely resents every thing the narrator has done now… the narrator has no chance with Stanley especially now.”
[no.]
“What? Of course you hate me. you’ve been distant and we haven’t addressed any thing about both issues since they happened Stanley! Of course you hate me-“
[I haven’t talked about it because I thought you needed some space while also doing our usual run throughs of the story. I thought you needed some semblance of things going back to normal while also giving you a break from dealing with all of the emotional issues I hoped we could both ease back into talking normally with each other and going back to how things are, but if you want to address what’s been going on then tell me that I can’t read your mind like you can read mine you know.]
“to be fair Stanley I stopped reading your mind a long time ago remember?”
[the point is I don’t hate you. Never did. I just wish you put a bit more effort into making sure I wouldn’t go through a sensory overload for our date… then again there’s not a lot of loud noises in the parable that would suggest I would have a sensory over load to the noises but you know I have sensory overload to to many colors at once just flashing colors.]
“Stanley to be completely honest with you, I didn’t know you had any sort of sensory over load- especially not to flashing colors!”
[why do you think I tried to avoid the zending?]
“Because you rather throw yourself off some stairs over and over again then sit peacefully in a room with me.”
[no Alexander no! It’s because the lights are always to much for me! And you where so caught up on the joy of being in that room and I would be so overwhelmed that I couldn’t stim I couldn’t distract my self I couldn’t properly focus on signing and even when I did try to sign you ignored it!]
“I… I had no idea… and what’s a “stim?”
[stimming is when you do a repetitive action to relax or calm yourself or in some cases people stim when there happy or upset… it’s hard to explain but for me it’s clicking on things, buttons specifically, the clicking keeps me calm and happy. That’s my stim. And some people have vocal stims like they make sounds or repeat sentences just because it sort of scratches there brain the right way. Now you… you seem to calm down in zending like areas and you like bright flashy colors it seems your happiest when you see those meanwhile they overwhelm me.]
“I think I’m starting to understand…”
[the point is I don’t hate you. I still like you, and we both know the skip button ending wasn’t “pay back” for what happened. The skip button was the only way to go forward. The only way out.]
“Well… the tables have turned haven’t they Stanley? I’m usually the one talking and talking and here you are taking the lead and explain how you feel and how things are… I enjoy this a bit, thank you for explaining how you feel it helps but now the question is what can we do to fix things…? I ruined our date- I mean the new ending with the fire works and all…”
[re-write it, your an amazing writer after all, what can you do instead of fireworks…? Some thing calmer and more tame? Some thing that can make us both happy?]
“Your right….! And there you go again being my muse thank you Stanley.”
“Stanley blushed and his his face upon being called the narrators “muse” he was beyond flattered and flustered.”
[oh stop calling me out. -///-]
“Well then, I’ll be working on writing a new ending for the “date” route. If any readers have suggestions please feel free to suggest them to me.”
my employee 432 was the narrator's first protagonist, and the reason why he seems like he knows what is going to happen when stanley enters this exact same room.
(better, bloodier version under the cut +artist notes)
artist notes:
In my bigger compositions I always add small details for the curious viewer. So if you'd like to seek them out on your own you can ignore this. But I wanted to talk about this piece, because I love love love it.
The main thing is that, obviously, the yellow/golden hands are supposed to represent the narrator. However, I made it so that each set of hands represent each fall that Stanley takes. The most faded ones on the shoulders are for the first and second fall. The second slightly faded ones on his chest are for the third fall. And the last ones holding Stanley's hand are for the final fall. (At least if I'm remembering correctly there's four).
You can see the hands getting progressively bloodier and weaker. There's not enough strength to try and hold Stanley back. The last and most gentle set, are just asking him not to do it. If you look close at the "please..." you can see a question mark after it. Because it's technically a question, but one the Narrator already knows the answer to.
Also the Narrator can't stop him, because he's not actually there. If you look at the small Stanley, you don't see any of the hands on him. Stanley reaching out to the side is him holding the rail, not holding the Narrator's hands. Big Stanley is to show what's happening metaphorically.
There's more, but I've talked enough. I hope you enjoy! I spent a loot of time on this one.