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This is the story of a man named Stanley.
Or, well more accurately, the story of a specific Stanley, as he is currently waiting in a giant room among other Stanley’s.
He doesn't know how long he'd been here, but he does know that there's a specific reason and method for getting out.
A Narrator, as they call themselves, will come in, step onto the podium, and then ask for a specific trait among the Stanley’s and usually a few would approach them. And then that Narrator will take their Stanley to their Parable.
The particular Stanley in this story, isn't much different from any other.
He has dirty blond hair, he dresses simply in his work shirt and slacks, and wears tennis shoes for optimal walking.
Nothing particularly special or different, as is with most other Stanley’s he's met and conversed with.
He speaks primarily in sign language, but its mostly because he isn't fond of using his voice. He doesn't really need to anyway, some of the Narrator’s that come here can read his thoughts, and that suits him just fine.
Now, on a particular day, where 3 other Narrator’s are talking to the crowd of Stanley’s, he sees two other Narrator’s walking up to the podium, one seemingly dragging the other behind him.
The one in the lead is a basic human-like Narrator, as most can be. He seems confident and determined, and a little excited.
The one behind him, however, is much smaller than he's used to seeing a Narrator being. He's timid, and dreadfully nervous about this process entirely.
He's got a human shape- but his skin looks just like staring into the milkyway, his glowing yellow eyes looking around frightend about what might happen. His glasses are hanging on the tip of his nose on a chain as the Narrator in front of him pulls him up onto the podium and talks to him. He seems to be trying to encourage this small Narrator as he steps to the microphone.
"Hello! I am looking for a Stanley with blond hair, one who is *quite* unpredictable, for lack of a better word to describe him!" He laughs softly.
Stanley seemed surprised, and quite frankly... intrigued.
He decides to step forward and get their attention.
'Do you mean me?'
He can see the starry filled Narrator staring down at him in awe, and could swear he saw a pink tint to his cheeks.
Oh goodness, Stanley thought to himself, this one is adorable-
The Narrator on the microphone smiles and nods.
"Yes! You are exactly who we're looking for!" He turns to the other Narrator and talks with him, before the small Narrator walks down to approach Stanley, fiddling with his hands.
"U-uhm.. would- would you please be my Stanley..?"
Huh, must be his first time here. Usually they dont actually ask the Stanley’s, they just pick them and off they go.
Stanley nods.
'Yes, sure.'
The Narrator on the microphone smiles and claps his hands, its almost as if he were conducting a marriage between the two.
"Nathaniel! This will now be your Stanley! May you both write beautiful stories together!!"
Nathaniel, as he referred to the small Narrator, is now going bright pink in the face. Was he embarrassed?
Stanley smiles softly and chuckles, deciding to hold his hand.
'Well then, shall we go?'
Nathaniel looks up with big eyes and swallows.
"Um.. yes- yes yes, let's go-"
So Nathaniel takes Stanley back to his Parable and they can start their story together.