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Except, he didn't. He stopped. He stood in the doorway, staring at the beige carpet as if he expected it to stand up and introduce itself.

"You know," the Narrator said, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper, "there’s a whole world out there. I’ve written dozens of endings. Beautiful, poetic endings! I have a museum dedicated to our history, a reassuring bucket for your emotional support, and even a countdown timer that provides a very thrilling, if slightly lethal, climax." the-stanley-parable

Stanley did not move. He adjusted his glasses. He looked at his watch, which had no hands. Except, he didn't

"Fine. Stay there. Rot in your cubicle. I’ll just go describe the broom closet to someone who actually appreciates a good piece of ambient storytelling. Enjoy your silence, Stanley. I hope it’s exactly as fulfilling as you imagined." "You know," the Narrator said, his voice dropping

Stanley sat down. He did not press '8'. He simply stared at the monitor.