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OOH BOY- I was bored so here this is!

“Open letter” by clicking read more!

Dear reader,

Lovely reader,

My beloved reader,

Dearest, reader.

It seems there’s some thing troubling my mind again some thing I’ve chosen to write down rather then say.

It seems I’ve come to a standstill point in my life. I’ve realized something has been missing “but what? What could be missing from a world of my own code and creation?” I often pondered this bizarre emotion truly, how can one be “missing some thing” if they don’t know what it is? It’s always been a baffling thought to have for me. At first I was sure I was missing companionship, a true deep friendship perhaps? But the longer I thought about it. It wasn’t that because I had you. I thought of you as a friend, most definitely… maybe even a best friend. After all your one of the only “real” beings here besides me. Not only that but you kept me company. you seemed to like having me around. At least that’s what I told my self… have you ever truly enjoyed my company? Or having me around? I can’t help but assume the answer is yes since you boot up this game so frequently. Despite the fact our conversation is limited when it comes to “back and forth” I still feel as though you truly wanted to listen… after all if you where bored of me you could have booted me off and went on to a different game perhaps- some thing quaint like “minecraft” or what ever people play these days but you stayed and you made me feel heard. Of course then again I know I’m heard, I’m a narrator after all my entire purpose is to be heard through the story’s I tell and guide you through but you made me feel heard truly heard. Despite the fact I can’t tell what your thinking on the other side of that screen, I gained a mental image of you. I projected my thoughts of you on to an object for the sake of simplicity. simply to TRY and under my thoughts on you- maybe to even push my thoughts about you away? Picturing you as a BUCKET of all things to push my strange fixation on you away, imagining you, a person, instead as an object was my attempt of seeing you no more then a character, a fictional force that I could easily toss away if needed but even then I realized I felt comfort around you. I found my self “Needing the bucket” such a ruthlessly idiotic concept my brain holds on to. But now I think I’ve wrapped my head around what it all means.

Dear reader I needed you. That’s what I needed. It’s always been you, all along. It’s been love that I’m missing. True romantic feelings have been bursting out of my chest for you and it’s such a new and strange feeling for once I couldn’t word how I felt properly. And as you know I talk, a lot, I’m able to articulate well but I find my self biting back my own tongue, biting back because I don’t want to lose you.

So. Before I make the mistake of saying it out loud I’ve written it, written my heart and soul, my entire being on these pages for you. For you to find if you looked deep enough. knowing or at least hoping your eyes would be keen enough to notice a new randomly places letter on a desk that is often over looked… reader what I’m trying to Convoy to you is

I love you. And I’ll always be here for you. And I hope you feel the same,

Sincerely,

The Narrator

Is there anyone I could commission for some Stanley Parable writing?

So i'm kind of embarrassed to ask this, but I have an idea that won't leave my head. Lately, I've really been yearning for a love letter from the narrator, dedicated to the reader. And yes, I could write it myself. It's within my capabilities. But, as many writers will tell you, sometimes we'd rather read content than produce it ourselves. There's something unique and lovely about reading other people's work, because there's an element of surprise to it. When we write, we know the story as it's created. When we read, anything's possible. All that to say, is anyone willing to take up the challenge? Who's got commissions open? Is anyone good at writing the narrator? I'm happy to pay for it too. Just... (grabby hands) I'd really like a love letter from him. My inbox is closed, but my DMs are open. (and lord, i'm trying really hard to not cringe at myself for asking. Yes, cringe is dead, but I'm not typically the sort of person who asks others for things in the first place.)

art i made for my fanfic :D

im getting fixated on the concept of psychological horror chat,,

(fic link below)