The-stanley-parable -

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on the left.

"Stanley?" the Narrator asked, his voice echoing through the empty office. "Are you quite alright? The door on the left is right there. It’s open. It’s welcoming. It’s practically begging for your presence."

"You know," the Narrator said, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper, "there’s a whole world out there. I’ve written dozens of endings. Beautiful, poetic endings! I have a museum dedicated to our history, a reassuring bucket for your emotional support, and even a countdown timer that provides a very thrilling, if slightly lethal, climax." the-stanley-parable

"Oh, for heaven’s sake," the Narrator sighed, the sound of ruffling papers audible in the void. "We’re doing this again, are we? The 'Silent Protagonist Rebellions' phase. Very original, Stanley. I’m sure the audience is on the edge of their seats, wondering if you’ll sit back down at desk 427 and press '8' until your fingers bleed."

"Fine. Stay there. Rot in your cubicle. I’ll just go describe the broom closet to someone who actually appreciates a good piece of ambient storytelling. Enjoy your silence, Stanley. I hope it’s exactly as fulfilling as you imagined." When Stanley came to a set of two

Stanley did not move. He adjusted his glasses. He looked at his watch, which had no hands.

Stanley sat down. He did not press '8'. He simply stared at the monitor. The door on the left is right there

Except, he didn't. He stopped. He stood in the doorway, staring at the beige carpet as if he expected it to stand up and introduce itself.