"Stanley watched helplessly, silent words crying in grief as the man he fell in love with slowly became corrupted. Reset after reset, neither had noticed the fatal side effects it had on The Narrator. Too wrapped up in the next story, too wrapped up in the next big adventure, too wrapped up in each other. Perhaps if they had noticed, then maybe they could have prevented the Narrator's Fate? Perhaps."
"The Narrator cried his last words in painful whispers, as his world faded to Black."
"The narrator let out a blood curdling scream. So very visceral, it shook the halls of the office. And in a single instant, he was gone. Everything that made the narrator who he was died that very second. After a tense moment of stillness, Stanley watched with mortified eyes as the narrator's body stood. He wasn't the narrator anymore, no. He had seen too much. He had felt too much. All that was left now was an empty husk of what was. Stanley's heart was all but broken."
""Come along now Stanley!" His voice calls. It's a hollow thing, devoid of any emotion and oh god, it nearly tears Stanley apart. "Time to get back to the story.""