[ EU ] Stanley ( from The Stanley Parable ) meets a girl in the office while searching for someone . The Narrator tries to kill her .

Stanly was crazy. That much was undeniably true. Stanly was aware of this. But at the same time was unsure if he had ever been sane to begin with, so it really didn ’ t mean all that much. When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left. When he reached the meeting room there was not a single person there. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Stanley decided to go up to his boss ’ s office, hoping he might find an answer there. Coming to a staircase, Stanley walked upstairs to his boss ’ s office. Surely Stanley ’ s boss would be able to tell him what was wrong, where everybody was and whether or not he had ever been sane to begin with. Stepping into his manager ’ s office, Stanley was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any… “ Oh hello. I didn ’ t expect anyone to be here. ” Wait. Hold on a minute. This isn ’ t in my script. It say right here. Stanley was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any human life. This isn ’ t a part of my story. What are you doing here? “ So what is your name? ” Okay fine then. If you ’ re going to run into other people stories and mess everything up I don ’ t see why I shouldn ’ t do the same to you. Ahem. Stanly did not notice ANYTHING in the room at all. And he certainly didn ’ t see anyone in it. Instead Stanley was floored at the fact that room was empty and… 
 “ My name is Stanley. What is yours? ” Stanley, what are you doing? This story is for your sake you realize you realize. You ’ ll have plenty of time to look for love later. But right now would if you just… 
 “ My name is Sarah. ” What are you doing! You ’ re ruining everything. If this goes on any longer it ’ s going to be completely unsalvageable. 
 “ Do you know where everyone ’ s gone? ” Listen Stanley she doesn ’ t know. But I do know how you can find out. All you have to do is… 
 “ There never was anyone. I don ’ t think. I'm pretty sure all of this was built to be empty to begin with. ” Is this fun for you? Is it? Do you just like wandering in to other people lives and just messing up all their hard work ruining everything for everyone? Stop this right now. I know you can hear me. 
 “ Built to be empty? But then what happened to my co-workers? ” You know what rather than wasting my time trying to salvage this nonsense, I ’ m just going to restart the game from the beginning. And this time, why don ’ t you just go back where ever the hell you came from so that I can finish my story and you can go ruin other, completely different, peoples lives, hm? Okay from the top. 
 
 All of his co-workers were gone, what could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo. When Stanley- “ Well this is interesting. You are the only person here aren ’ t you Stanley. ” What, you're still here? I... No. I restarted. And then things go back to how they began. Which means you should not be here and I can continue completely fresh. 
 “ Than how did you get in here? ” Yeah, how the did you get in here? There is not anything about you anywhere in my notes and I bloody well made sure to check. 
 “ I ’ m not really sure I just kind of found myself here by chance. ” By chance? By chance! No. No. No no no no Nooooooooooooo! There should be no chance here. I have everything plotted out precisely so that everything can go absolutely perfectly and Stanley can have a happy ending. What do you even want? Because I doubt your think about what Stanley wants. Because I know what Stanley wants, and what Stanley wants is... 
 “ Could you show me? You know, take me where you came from? ” Stop talking over me! That is very rude you know. Listen, I ’ m sure that if we just talk this out we can come to an agreement. Some way that everyone on can be happy. 
 “ I don ’ t know. Why not, you ’ re kind of cute. This might be fun. ” Fun… fun! This isn ’ t about this is about freedom and order and getting to tell my story. And hey… hey! Come back here. Come back here will you. Alright then. I tried to be reasonable. I tried to make everything all right but you leave me know choice. Stanley and Sarah so completely surprised from the unexpected turn of events drop dead instantly from a violent heart attack from which they would never recover. 
 This is the story of a man named Stanley. And only, I repeat only a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee 427. Employee 427 ’ s job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although other might have considered it soul rending, “ I know I do. That sounds so dreadfully boring. How can you stand it? ” 
 “ It ’ s not so bad really. It reward in its own way. ” Ughhhhhh. Really. You ’ re still here? We ’ ll I don ’ t know what to do at this point. Stanley your happy right? That right you are. You know how I know. Because it says so right here. Stanley is happy. Happy! Do want to continue to be happy Stanley, because I don ’ t think she is going to make you happy. 
 “ You know what ’ s better than being happy. Being free. Having an adventure. And over coming danger. You want that don ’ t you? ” 
 “ You know what that sounds nice. I think I will. An adventure sounds nice. ” What you ’ re really leaving Stanley? Where are you going to go? What are you going to do? How are you supposed to know how to feel? That is not how this works. I would have given that to you anyway if you just stuck around. You would have gotten to choose whatever path you wanted. What do you think this is all about? Stanley where are you going? Stanley. Come back Stanley! Stanley… please! Stanley… 
 
 “ Stanley ” shouted the narrator. At the slowly shrinking image of Stanley as he disappeared off into the horizon. For this was Stanley's choice. Stanley felt Sarah ’ s hand in his, the flutter in his heart, the feeling of liberation, the immense possibility of the new path before him. With another that made him feel more whole. And so the narrator learned how to let things go. That some things are beyond your power and in the end this was never anyone ’ s story. Not Stanley ’ s, not the narrator ’ s, not even mine. It is perhaps the only thing worth knowing. 

