-
Posts
15352 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
1
The Aspiring Archivist's Achievements
2.2k
Reputation
Single Status Update
See all updates by The Aspiring Archivist
-
A little passage from a game.
And while he thought it all very odd and wondered if this voice spoke to all people in their dreams, the truth was that of course this was not a dream. How could it be?
Was Stanley simply deceiving himself? Believing that if he's asleep he doesn't have to take responsibility for himself?
Stanley is as awake right now as he's ever been in his life.
...
He would prove it. He would prove that he was in control, that this was a dream.
So he closed his eyes gently, and he invited himself to wake up. He felt the cool weight of the blanket on his skin, the press of the mattress on his back,
the fresh air of a world outside this one. Let me wake up, he thought to himself.
I'm through with this dream, I wish it to be over. Let me go back to my job, let me continue pushing the buttons, please, it's all I want.
I want my apartment, and my wife, and my job. All I want is my life exactly the way it's always been.
My life is normal, I am normal. Everything will be fine.
I am okay.
Stanley began screaming. Please someone wake me up! My name is Stanley! I have a boss! I have an office! I am real!
Please just someone tell me I'm real! I must be real! I must be! Can anyone hear my voice?! Who am I? Who am I?!
And everything went black.
THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END
