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[yourstruly-thenarrator]

he chuckled. "No, they arent. And It was just... not meeting his needs. I was- well." he say down with a huff and spun the chair to face 🎭. He then snapped his fingers and a white plush chair with gold trimmings appeared next to the winged man. an offer. "some places... most places under any sort of dimentional government, would concider it... torture."

he stated it plainly, not relishing in his misdeeds as he usually did. "You see im a" a sound, if you could even call it that, rang out in place of a name. An impossible to perceive sound as the narrator tried to communicate somthing never ment to be vocalized. A sound crossing over to other sensations, and changing unrecognizibly each time one attempted to rememer it. ", if youve ever heard of us." the narrator continued on with the sentince as if that did not just occur. "Pretty damn fond of humans. High ranking authorities, 'a species with a dubty!'" he spoke, mockingly sweet, puncuated with a look of disgust. "Theres not one dimentionally intelligent race im not wanted by in some capacity or another, for all the stories ive written. among other things" he mumbled at the end

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

"Oh story mannnnnn~" Its them again, the other fox, the other timekeeper. The same appearance they had originally. "Do you think an analog, sand, or hands clock would be better? I've been thinking of getting another one but I just can't decide what type!" The way they act like theyre close friends with the Narrator is kind of odd, but in a way they are just taunting.

[ VOLPES / @fleetinglullqby ]

he's not looking at them, but his eye of omnipotence is wide open, as used to be the norm before all of this. "Analog clocks are hands clocks. Sand timers arent used nearly enough for aesthetic purposes, id go with that. Just dont use digital, its tacky." He sounded a little distant, the way sombody talks when theyre busy doing somthing important and wants to answer a question quickly.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

he smiled and he chuckles at the others comments about "stanley".

"Yeah i gave him plenty to do. Nobody else around, though. Thats part of the fun" he grins at 🎭. "Humans are such fascinating protaganists to use in stories. their psychology is so easy to break and yet so hard to destroy. they persevere, much as i hate them, i have to admire them for that."

he sighed. "That one though, uh." he gestured to the texture less stanley in the room with them. "failed attempt at creating one of my own. I though, if so many other narrators fabricated their stanleys, surely i could too. Ive created so many worlds, so many stories." he looked back at the moniters. "But i always did source the charicters from somwhere else."

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

"He didnt leave anywhere physically, hes just...paused in time. Hes still standing right there." he looks pointedly at the screen. "And im sure hes human. Looks the part, got him from earth, the whole sha-bang." he doesnt respond to the borderline poetic musings about relationships, but a small smile slipped past his defenses as theater had said it.

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

X Settings - Software Management

[Scanning…]

Incompatible software found: Stanley.chr This file is corrupted.

Initiating merge with compatible software:

Narrator.chr

Initiating merge in three…two…one…

The narrator turns twords the source of the sound with a disinterested look. "There is no narrator charicter file in my version of the game. Nice try, though. Toodaloo, go on now, shoo."

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

a small smile appeared on his face that should have been sad, but was rather sickening. "Ive been waiting."

he takes a deep breath and turns to the many moniters behind him. He pauses for a few moments. "See that creature, there?" He points to stanley, frozen on every screen, recorded from different angles. "hes a human. My ah, protaganists of sorts. my muse" his voice is positively dripping with contempt at the word.

"I used to think he was nothing. That he didnt matter. I learned to late just how wrong I was, that its the other way around. Nothing matters without him."

he glanced back at 🎭. "I didnt think much of humans. Still dont, frankly, but... It was a mistake, treating him the way i did. One that led me here. Sitting and waiting for an eternity for him to come back. Only for him to abandon me again, im sure."

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

He nodded in understanding. "Rookie mistake. Lot of weak points around this part of the mutliverse, easy to fall into. Luckilly for you" He stood up and stretched. "Im one of the more dangerous people you couldve run into around here, and ive been out of commision for a while." he glanced at the timer on the wall for a split second. "So you shouldn't have too much to worry about. Just ghosts, narrators, and never ending choices. how fun" he raised non existent eyebrows

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

autistic who goes “fun fact” and then proceeds to tell you the most gruesome unfunny thing you’ve heard all day

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

He smiled and nodded. "Ill have to give another visit soon." ofcourse, "soon" is a relative term.

a thoughful look crosses his face. "How did you come here, anyhow? Didnt sound intentional. If it was, then, why?"

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

"Aaahh" He nods as if that explains everything. "That makes sense. Havnt visited Atherium in quite some time, same old skies?" he smiled faintly

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

"I can pronounce them. But thats besides the point. Where are you from, what are you, to have a name such as that?" his voice became slowly less scratchy as he continued to use it

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

“Hello?”

He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.

“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”

he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

send an IN CHARACTER unpopular opinion and my character will tell you whether they agree with it or not!

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

he hummed lowly, and his eyes narrowed at them. "Riiight... well, im not exactly your average narrator, but im sure you'll figure that out in time should you not know already." he looked down at the mask shard he was holding, and stared at it blankly.

--Return RP starter--

The narrator was many millenia into his wait for stanley to unpause when he first got the idea to create a replacement stanley. Those who have been keeping track will know this did not, in fact, go according to plan. A vaugly stanley shaped being was created, untextured. Our narrator grew rather attatched to the black and magenta checkered creature and so kept him around. Perhaps it was more due to his pride than attachment, or maybe he was too lonely to be picky about his company.

If asked, he would certainly answer pride.

A few centuries ago now this "Stanley" was itself presented with a skip button due to circumstances our narrator is yet to understand. Albeit hesitantly, it chose to skip. The first few skips didn't last long, of course, but "Stanley" wasn't all that bright, and kept imideatly clicking the button again, assuming no time had passed. The narrator gave up on attempting to communicate with it before the skips ran its course.

The narrator has been sitting in his office staring at the monitors for little more than 41 centuries now, nearly on the dot. He's been keeping track. He has a counter for every century he waits for "Stanley," and every millennia he waits for his original Stanley. Of course, he didn't originally count by units of time so large, but as time went on, he had to adapt.

He's nearly forgotten about the offices he met outside his own, the other universes of narrators and stanleys. He reminisces every so often, but he never quite liked most of them anyway. Hes much resigned himself to sitting here for as long as it takes. Stanley has to be back eventually. He won't be missing it.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

The narrators eye of omnipotence (the giant green one floating above his head) reopened slightly for the first time in centuries, glowing more dim than usual. He stood and picked up a peice of the shatterd mask and turned to look at the new arrival.

"Did you...?" his voice was quiet, slightly hoarse from unuse.

--Return RP starter--

The narrator was many millenia into his wait for stanley to unpause when he first got the idea to create a replacement stanley. Those who have been keeping track will know this did not, in fact, go according to plan. A vaugly stanley shaped being was created, untextured. Our narrator grew rather attatched to the black and magenta checkered creature and so kept him around. Perhaps it was more due to his pride than attachment, or maybe he was too lonely to be picky about his company.

If asked, he would certainly answer pride.

A few centuries ago now this "Stanley" was itself presented with a skip button due to circumstances our narrator is yet to understand. Albeit hesitantly, it chose to skip. The first few skips didn't last long, of course, but "Stanley" wasn't all that bright, and kept imideatly clicking the button again, assuming no time had passed. The narrator gave up on attempting to communicate with it before the skips ran its course.

The narrator has been sitting in his office staring at the monitors for little more than 41 centuries now, nearly on the dot. He's been keeping track. He has a counter for every century he waits for "Stanley," and every millennia he waits for his original Stanley. Of course, he didn't originally count by units of time so large, but as time went on, he had to adapt.

He's nearly forgotten about the offices he met outside his own, the other universes of narrators and stanleys. He reminisces every so often, but he never quite liked most of them anyway. Hes much resigned himself to sitting here for as long as it takes. Stanley has to be back eventually. He won't be missing it.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

What if I glued shut your butt?

I dont even have anatomy like that what is wrong with you

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

What happened when Thanos killed half of all life?

I dont know. Why dont i kill half of your loved ones, and we'll see?