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Not Accepting!

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No more, not again..

     Stanley’s eyes were as wide as saucers, his body had gone entirely RIGID. Hands balled so tightly they were pale, his breathing now uneven and fretful. The hands placed on his arms were only pushed away, the frightened man having a full-blown panic attack. Fear repeatedly stabbing itself into his stomach and TWISTING the knife his gut.

❝ Hh...mmh...hh....nn...nn...❞

     The whimpers and  p l e a d i n g  whines that escaped him were pitiful. Whatever attempts John made to assist Stanley weren’t working, for the employee had been mentally transported into a different reality. One where he could feel the harsh burns of cigarettes against his skin, stinging on his cheeks from rough slaps, the IMPLOSION of his lungs from lack of air as the freezing water washed over him..

     Tears began to form in the corner of his eyes as his breathing became more labored and faster, then it was even faster. Hyperventilating as his imagination forced him to relive the trauma that sewed his mouth firmly SHUT for years.. the seems coming undone in that moment out of pure desperation. Damaged, dry and broken..

❝ Nn..nnn..oo..❞

     His back collided with the wall, hands reaching up to dig into frazzled hair. The salty liquid flowing from tear ducts as he slid downward. The man’s knees were brought to his chest as he roughly pulled his own head down. Curled up like a distraught child. Quiet sobs were the only sound he made.. except..

❝ Mm.....om... D.....aad...❞

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Not Accepting!

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She was as cute as a button, and frankly Stanley felt undeserving of her.

     It fit him a bit too snuggly, seeing as how she was smaller in comparison. Though the blue woven fabric kept him sheltered. In all likelihood Bella had seen him shivering from the frigid autumn wind in just his white shirt, and elected to allow the man to borrow it. Now, not only was his body warmed, but so were his cheeks.

     His head was drawn back to the Narrator and the dreadful things he said. Causing Staney’s smile to disappear briefly. Ugh, he could HEAR the patronizing voice bouncing around in his mind. ‘Who would want to commit their life to YOU?’

Ignore those distasteful thoughts..

     Thankfully, his joyful grin returned as he leaned down and placed a peck on her forehead. An amused and grateful expression telling Bella all she needed to know.

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Not Accepting!

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❝ . . .❞

[ I know. ]

     An eye twitched, fingers curled into fists, his glare deepened. His annoyance clear as crystal, yet he chooses to continue walking anyway. Heh.. CHOICE. It was a joke, especially in this Office. But it was the one thing the Narrator didn’t have, and couldn’t take away from Stanley. The long dark hall seemed to become more confined with each step, nearly closing in on the rail-thin man. A foreshadow to his ‘imminent’ death.

[ Believe whatever you want to. But I DON’T want your power. ]

I just want to get the Hell out of here.

     But employee 427 knew the ending to this path already, he had taken this same route before. Why would he do it again when he had the full knowledge that he would be literally CRUSHED by the end of it all? Simple, another more favored disembodied voice gave him a reason.

❝ When every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance, DEATH becomes meaningless, making LIFE the same . . .❞

     Through experience, Stanley was able to discover and subscribe to the meaning of this philosophy. The Narrator had stolen the Office clerk’s life hundreds of times, to the point where death could no longer be truly weaponized against him. It was akin to getting the mail, or taking out the trash, or watching television. It had occurred so many times, Stanley was able to get used to the pain, to the cold embrace of death..

     On one hand, the employee hoped no would else would EVER have to be ‘okay’ with that feeling. The inability to BREATHE, the cracking of bones from falling.. humans should rightfully fear their last moments, but Stanley no longer did. On the other hand.. it provided him a sense of  f r e e d o m . He wasn’t as frightened or meek in the presence of the Narrator as he was when the story began. Now, the man could do whatever he wished without consequence laying on his chest.

Stanley felt hasty, reckless...  he didn’t care anymore.

     Finally, he slowed his footsteps, eyes rolling in his head as he sucked in a deep breath. Letting it out in the next moment before signing.

[ Lets just get this over with.. ]

He had someone to see, someone he deemed worth his time.

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