THE WORLD'S NEW CUTEST STREAMER: THE NARRATOR

THE WORLD'S NEW CUTEST STREAMER: THE NARRATOR

Is he…. Ya knowww 😨😨⚠️⚠️‼️‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

A day like every other

This piece comes with a story I wrote which I’ll place below. It’s a somber one so be warned

I hope you all enjoy

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A dimly lit room was swirling with beautifully colored lights, each one a different color of the rainbow. As the colors moved throughout the space; star like lights twinkled overhead. Below, barely lit by the rooms glow two figures sat side by side. A gentle hum of music was all that was heard for a moment, before broken by a voice. "Stanely? I think I finally understand what you meant about this room." The other figure let out a gentle hum of acknowledgement and the voice continued " At first I was confused, after all, here we are in this beautiful room that brought me such joy, and yet you wanted to leave. It simply didn't make sense. But I've given it much thought. I think I understand." A moment of silence came as the figure attempted to gather the words into speech. " This room is beautiful, yes. It brings me joy, of course. However its much the same as looking at a beautiful painting, or at a particularly beautiful stary night sky. These things bring joy, but its brief. You could find yourself sitting back and going 'ah yes, that painting. It was beautiful wasn't it?' but it would loose its emotional strength after a time. The beauty comes from the fact that moments like this end, doesn't it Stanely?"

The scene shifts as the voice continued to speak. Bright sun shune overhead as a man sat silently on a bench built for two. Eyes gazing into the distance as if waiting for something; or someone. The hum of music had since faded leaving only the voice speaking atop the scene. " You'll find yourself looking back at the memories during difficult moments. Small beacon of beauty carried with you; priceless in its value." Beside the bench, flowers moved lazily in the wind; the only sign of movement as the man sat still and silent. " You see, I could make hundreds of rooms identical to this one. Build a room to reside in for every day of my life, but that wouldn't make me happy would it? I could replicate a beautiful painting a hundred times over, it looses it's value. No longer is it this rare and beautiful thing bringing joy. The value comes in the fact that everything ends. A beautiful moment gets placed within your memory and you continue forward. This is a beautiful moment Stanely. it will end though. I could recreate the room, I could recreate every piece of it in a desperate attempt to relive the happiness. Something I don't believe I could replicate is you Stanely. We've too many memories together. You're priceless, and although everything might end. Im glad I was able to spend these moments with you." On the bench the man still sits as a sand storm blows in clouding the view until everything is obscured. " I'll look back on this moment fondly stanely. " As the sand settles a building is revealed half sunken into the ground door lazily swaying in the wind. As if beckoning someone to take a walk through it's halls

I wanna draw all the animal Narrators and Stanley’s. Like can we crossover pls AHAHAHA

Like they’re so cute omg you guysss

I just wanna pet them so badly 😭😭🙏

fuckkk yes home depot please sell me big red button I want big red button so bad

Ok one more post before I sleep

Narrator such a angry little man