Stanley Parable Fanart Novels & Stories

“Shorts and a bra. You know this is my painting smock.” He wanders my space like he owns it. “You enjoying the gallery?” “I picked it out,” I say dryly. “So yes.” He steps closer. Too close. Runs a finger down my cheek. “You got paint right here.” “I probably got paint everywhere, even in my ass,” I snap. “That’s why I shower.” He chuckles. “I’d like to see.” “What do you want, Stanley?” He exhales dramatically. “I was thinking… maybe I could meet the baby.”

“Wait" Ann exclaimed suddenly “One of the guys has this exact same scar across his cheek, I don’t know if that helps, but that’s all have got" Ann said handing over the pictures back to Stanley. “thanks, that might help" Stanley looked intently at the scar, it looks like a spider when you look at it closely, though at first glance it’s seems to mean nothing but on a closer look you would see the outline of a spider, Stanley’s eye lit up as he said

Stanley explained, and he smiles, Barbara's excitement grew, and she looked at Stanley with admiration. "You really have outdone yourself, Stanley. I can't wait to see it!" Barbara said, Each moment feeling like an eternity as Stanley and Barbara eagerly awaited Mr. Hughe's call, Finally, the day arrived when they received a message from the artist, informing them that the painting was complete, With hearts filled with anticipation, Stanley and Barbara hurried to Mr. Hughe's studio, Stanley paid the agreed amount, a small price for the masterpiece they were about to receive. The artist unveiled the painting, and both Stanley and Barbara stood speechless in awe.

I'd barely stepped into my bedroom when I noticed something on the floor, slipped just under the door like a covert offering. A crayon-scrawled picture with a note attached. Three people sitting at the kitchen table. Me, Cam, and strangly… Stanley. Cam's hair was unmistakable. Mine was brown scribbled with small curls. Stanley was drawn wearing glasses and a big smile. There were french fries in small squares on the table and what looked like milkshakes with straws protruding. In the top corner, Cam had drawn a heart. Not red, Purple. I stared at it for a long time, fingers curled around the edges as though it would disappear if I let go.

Her fair skin and perfect body was completely visible. She looked like God’s masterpiece under the light. While looking at Xyla, Stanley suddenly uttered a phrase that was currently popular. “You’re like a work of art.” Although they had been together for a long time, Stanley still felt aroused at moments like this. However, Stanley had to suppress his shameful urges because he still had a lot of work to do. Meanwhile, Xyla had no idea about what Stanley was thinking about. She picked up her iPad and scrolled through Weibo. A lot was happening on Weibo…

," the Mother Luna says as tall figures fill the doorway again. Tabitha's wide tear-filled eyes look past the guilty-looking woman and land on a weak Stanley standing in the doorway with his brothers on either side of him. She gasps loudly just as Marcie bursts into loud sobs. Stanley tries to move toward his emotional mother, but he stumbles. Daniel and Finley instantly lift him by his armpits so he doesn't have to walk. Stanley looks a little embarrassed, but his brain hasn't fully recovered so his legs and arms are a little delayed when he wants to move. His circulation is also something that hasn't fully recovered so his skin looks ashen and sickly instead of healthy and glowing like bef

I couldn’t resist the temptation to join them, curious to see the artwork that had garnered such admiration. As I approached Stanley’s painting, I was immediately struck by its beauty. It depicted a vibrant scene of a sunny day in London, with a bustling café serving as the focal point. The atmosphere was palpable, drawing me into its midst. In the foreground, a girl stood at the billing counter, her presence commanding attention. She was adorned in a striking red crop top paired with a pristine white pencil skirt, exuding confidence and style. Her hair was elegantly swept up into a ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her demeanor.

"I was hoping you would act on it soon but since you haven't said a thing about it, I think it's time to confront you about it." Lauren quirked her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" "I know you have lots of drawings and paintings of me." Lauren blushed, looking everywhere else except Stanley. "I was thinking you were going to give me one of those drawings as a birthday gift." He confessed. "Did you ever plan on showing them to me?" "You were not meant to know about that. It's private. It's something I know when I'm bored." "You draw and paint a picture of me when you're bored. Interesting." Stan chuckled.

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That was it. Stanley went on rambling about how he needed us to make sure that we emptied the guys’ pockets and how our salary would be doubled if we made beyond ‘RED’ tonight. Nothing in his talks was actually new, and there was no point giving him my undivided attention when I could use it to get dolled up. “You got it, Stanimal.” I smacked my lips staring at my reflection, then retouched the bright red lipstick that was smeared across my mouth, making me look like an exact tool of seduction.