Story

RP blog for a muse that is loosely based on the Narrator from Stanley Parable. So he's fandomless. He shares the same personality. but is not the same memories. More info on the muse on the blog. Also follow the rules. I do not own any images or GIF's that I use on this blog, unless stated so. So if I'm using something that you don't want me to use. Just tell me and I shall remove it.

[storytellingnarrator]

"No no! No nicknames! It’s Narrator!"

[fangoffenrir]

"So long as the name is Larry, you are going to be Nero."

[storytellingnarrator]

"I was telling you the name that I like, not calling you Larry you idiot!"

He says with a grumble.

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

"Hmm Hmm. Interesting! You're perfect!" He then clears his throat and some pages could be heard. Then some scribbles. Like he was writing.

In the middle of eating her sandwich, she heard a distinct male voice. “Heh, I know I’m purrfect.”

"—Wait… who said that…"

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

“I’m going to lose all my hair before I’m done with you.” Why was she still talking to this voice in her head? She must be really lonely to have accepted him so easily into her life, maybe she could get him to quiet down his opinion before the date. Otherwise, she might have her date heading for the door faster than she usually did.

So she decided to go home after purchasing the dress, and get herself ready for the night to come.

[storytellingnarrator]

"She said to the voice in her head "I'm going to lose all my hair before I'm done with you'. But she forgot she was looking like a maniac at the moment. But that doesn't really matter, not like you're going to meet these people again. So she finishes her business in the mall and goes to her home. Getting ready for her date that she has been waiting all day for. Like a schoolgirl going to a prom."

[storytellingnarrator]

+1

[ask-mister-snow-deactivated2017]

     ”I understand that you didn’t write it, but man, you actually memorized it!” He was still rather impressed, and that only began to show more in his overly-pleased expression.

     ”Not many people would do that for me; it’s just really nice, all right? You’re already on my ‘cool’ list.”

[storytellingnarrator]

Should he tell him that he was doing it for his own amusement? Probably not. Seems like he hit a good nerve on Jack. He chuckles as he smirks and slowly floats towards Jack.

"It wasn't that hard to be honest. But thank you never then less Jack Frost."

It was kinda part of his job after all. If he could remember people's lifestories and use them for his own. Then he could remember a poem.

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

"Trick or Treat!"

Throws a bunch of shitty candy at the narrator.

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

Runs over to him and kisses his face.

[storytellingnarrator]

Well, that was certainly surprising. Though he didn't flinch

[storytellingnarrator]

Why would such a simple mind wander so aimlessly

"Because they are lost, having no one to lead them; No guardian angel to protect them from harm. They are just simply lost. Looking for someone that will love them for what they are!... But we all know that's just a fantasy."

[storytellingnarrator]

Hello I am stanley, and I pretty much like the janitor room and staying in it FOR HOURS .

"WHY DOES HE DO THAT! THERE IS NOTHING INTERESTING THERE. AND IT BREAKS THE PLOT!"

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

"Hmm Hmm. Interesting! You're perfect!" He then clears his throat and some pages could be heard. Then some scribbles. Like he was writing.

In the middle of eating her sandwich, she heard a distinct male voice. “Heh, I know I’m purrfect.”

"—Wait… who said that…"

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

This was worse than being nagged at by your mother. She’d rather eat tin foil than listen to him speak anymore. He thought he knew everything, but he didn’t. He was just a sarcastic weirdo.

The page turning was the last straw. She picked out a dress and slammed it on the counter, huffing and puffing all the way through. Maybe some icecream would make her feel better.

[storytellingnarrator]

"So the woman slammed the dress on the counter, how rude of her. She payed for the dress and headed straight out to calm herself down. As the man in her head was making her annoyed and stressed for the date."

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

"Trick or Treat!"

Throws a bunch of shitty candy at the narrator.

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

“Good, now that you’re done you get your real treat.”

"Which is me."

[storytellingnarrator]

"...I'm not following."

[storytellingnarrator]

+1

[ask-mister-snow-deactivated2017]

     ”Do you usually come up with poems for people you’ve just met?” The lighthearted joke was a way to show he actually appreciated that bit of work. After all, it wasn’t every day that he had a poem recited to him that actually pertained to who he was. Being seen was one thing, yet that was a whole other level of respect.

     Letting out a chuckle, the spirit leaned forward on his staff, the end of the weapon digging into the ground. “Thank you though.”

[storytellingnarrator]

"It was sadly not made by me, dear Jack. It was made by C.E Pike. A wonderful poet."

He says with a smirk as he started to float.

"So no, I don't come up with poems. I find them!"

[littleroboticknow-it-all-ar-blo]

storytellingnarrator has landed on Endako!

[littleroboticknow-it-all-ar-blo]

The robot tilted his head a bit in confusion. It didn't surprise him too much to see the man appear from thin air. After all, teleporters were commonplace where he comes from. Rather, it was the silhouette-like appearance of the man who had been narrating that truly caught him off guard. It didn't seem like that of any entity of his own universe. Was this some kind of being from another dimension?

"That would depend. Are you the one who has been narrating my previous actions for the last few minute?"

[storytellingnarrator]

"That would be true, Clank."

He says with a chuckle and a smirk. That was the only thing he asked. So it was the only thing he was going to get. Unless he asked more anyways.

[storytellingnarrator]

+9

[ilhuicac-blog]

       ❝ I'm not SMALL !!  I have a headache because of my INCREDIBLE           BRAINMEATS straining against the sides of my skull because           I’m so smart and so intelligent and my brain is just so MASSIVE !!            What a cumbersome load that I must endure to be this PERFECT !!           How do you know my name, anyways ?  Obviously, word of my           LEGENDARY lore has passed throughout the universe, but you           don’t seem like the kind of person who anyone willingly talks to.❞

[storytellingnarrator]

"That is true Zim. And that's easy to answer... Because I just know!"

When he went silent for a moment and said those words. He leaned towards him with a smirk. He chuckles as he continues.

"And yes yes, sure. You may think it like that. I won't stop you Zim."

[valiantandvaliantpi-deactivated]

"I suppose you would call me a toon." He says with a annoyed tone.

"Suppose? What other names do you go by?" He asked the seemingly vacant alleyway before him, inhabited by nothing more than shadow and smooth, clipped voice.

[valiantandvaliantpi-deactivated]

His hand relaxes to his side. He listens for a beat, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow as the figure continues its menacing circle, dark and fluid in movement like an apparition.

"Yeah…sure. What in the hell are you talking about?"

Eddie was starting to think it was high time to high tail it out of there, to  the less animated parts of L.A.

[storytellingnarrator]

"You really are dull... You know that Eddie.."

He says with a grumble as he places his hand on his own forehead, dramatically of course.

"I was talking how sad it is, that some won't get to places they desire. Like becoming a president, or be a detective with a brother."

He just cut a string there, he knew that.

[storytellingnarrator]

+2

[janitorial-jumper-blog]

Was that really all there was to it? Simply the Narrator? He had never heard of such a fable. What was he, besides a reader of the tales the other fables had left for him?

"Ok…Narrator." He said, giving him an odd look beneath his mess of hair. "Are you here to talk to Miss Snow? Do you have a glamor?" He rambled, looking around cautiously. "Some mundy might see you out here…"

[storytellingnarrator]

"Actually no. But..."

He then vanishes before his eyes and his chuckle echoced inside his head. He was now inside his head.

[despicablii-deactivated20141126]

"Trick or Treat!"

            ❛ ——- ain’t yu a bit too old for dis trick o’ treat stuff ?— ❜

[storytellingnarrator]

"And aren't you a bit to old to play with toys?"

He answered back with a laugh as he makes the bag diaaper

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

"Trick or Treat!"

Throws a bunch of shitty candy at the narrator.

[storytellingnarrator]

The entity chuckled as he picks them up. Opening up one and eats it like it was completely new. He smirks as he finishes it. Seems like she didn't know that he didn'T need to eat or any sort of human activity. He didn't even have a tasting sense. He could only describe it.

"Why thank you."

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

"Hmm Hmm. Interesting! You're perfect!" He then clears his throat and some pages could be heard. Then some scribbles. Like he was writing.

In the middle of eating her sandwich, she heard a distinct male voice. “Heh, I know I’m purrfect.”

"—Wait… who said that…"

[karismatickittyarchive-deactiva]

“I'm going to murder you.” She grumbled under her breath, while running to the middle of the small. “I am NOT a scaredy cat! I just don't want to be thrown out of another mall again, because I couldn’t keep my claws to myself. Hmph.” She crossed her arms, walking along to another store. "I’m not asking you for any more advice." She mumbled, going to the dress section in another store.

[storytellingnarrator]

"I'm going to murder you.' She grumbled under her breath. Not thinking about how wrong that was and impossible to do. But she didn't know any better. She mumbled again, telling the man in her head that she wasn't a scaredy cat, but that was a lie and she knew it. So she just walked, annoyed to the next store with her arms crossed. But she forgot that I don't care that she won't ask. I will do it because of the story.But again, she didn't know any better."

He says with a chuckle as he folds another page.

[storytellingnarrator]

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[janitorial-jumper-blog]

"…I think the stories are based on us, actually. We came first." He had checked the birthdate of the authors of said stories before, just to make sure that it wasn’t the other way around. Still, this man knew of fables, which was reason enough to let him hang around a while longer.

"As long as you’re not trying to start anything, I don’t see why you can’t stay." He wanted to give him a smile, but wasn’t sure if he should. After all, he was still a stranger.

"What’s your name? I’ve never seen you before. If I have though, I’m uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember you."  

[storytellingnarrator]

"I need to check on that it seems."

He says with a hum and shrugs.

"And you haven't. Since I'm sorta invinable most of the time. But the name is NArrator."