Tough choices.

West - 8 votes.

East - 7 votes.

South East - 1 Vote. <--- Tis' a sad day.

".. I need... Water..." Six-hundred and sixty-six.

*Grumble*

".. I need... Food... and water.." Six-hundred and sixty-seven.

Stanley and the Narrator had been walking through the parched dessert for nearly an hour now. The Narrator-- who has been mumbling 'food and water' the entire time.

Even with the clear threat of Stanley choking him again; he found out that he wouldn't stop either way, so in the meanwhile he had just entertained himself by counting how many times he had said 'food and water'

"..I need water..."

*GRUMBLE*

"I need food... And water..." But why can't he just shut up?!

Despite the Narrators strong protests-- well, he was more of 'begging' to go the other way; though, he was still ended up being forced to go with him after one of the innocent looking plants had just decided sprout out of the ground, entangle him with its long tentacles, and tried to drag him below the ground as its next meal.

Thankfully, Stanley wasn't that far away yet, and was able to hear his cries for help. With the use of a nearby large branch, he was able to use it as a makeshift weapon against the carnivorous plant; and by some form of sheer luck and several swings, Stanley was able to hit a certain sensitive part of it, freeing the Narrator.

Unfortunately, in his act to save him; he ended up hitting the Narrator in the process. He fell to the ground, writhing and moaning in agony as he held his crotch with both hands.

Stanley made sure to safely store that memory inside his mind. It was the most amusing sight he had ever laid his eyes upon. And for the first time since he "awakened" Stanley, actually smiled.

That was short lived though; when they began their long and treacherous walk through the scorching desert.

"I would've taken my chances with the flesh eating plants rather than this burning heat!" The fact that the Narrator had been complaining for the past hour DID NOT help. He was very, very tempted to punch him in the face just to shut him up. Alas, he just did not bother loosing what precious energy he had left.

"You know? This is all your fault. If you hadn't had of went in that hole, portal-- Whatever! We WOULDN'T be here on... Where ever the fuck we are!!" That was true, if he hadn't went inside of there both of them wouldn't be here.

Stanley would resume his daily routine.

Stanley would still be in that god-forsaken place.

Stanley would truly walk there for all eternity; knowing that he could've escaped that numbing prison by walking inside the portal.

Stanley would finally go insane knowing that he could've prevented this by going inside the portal.

But because he did step inside the portal, he prevented this.

So Stanley will no longer resume his daily routine.

So Stanley would no longer be in that god-forsaken place.

So Stanley wouldn't truly walk there for all eternity; because he had manage to escape that numbing prison by walking inside the portal.

Stanley wouldn't go insane because he was no longer there.

Stanley has no regrets.

"...I need... Water..." AHHHHHHHHHHH!!

*GRUMBLE*

"...I need.. Food.. and water...-- Wait! WATER!!" Stanley was shoved away by the Narrator as he dashed past him.

He fortunately had manage to quickly catch himself before he fell on the ground. Stanley then turned his head to the direction the Narrator supposedly spotted water, sadly to his utter despair he still saw the same land for miles; yet, the Narrator was jumping around in joy like a madman as if there were suddenly a lake of spring water materializing in front of them.

"Oh! Precious, precious water!" The Narrator knelt down on his knees as he grabbed a good chunk of what look like dark brownish pieces of-- Oh shit.

"Thank the heav--" Stanley tackled him to the ground and forced his hands to release the chunk of petrified poop, before he was able eat it. Stanley slapped him a few times to try and snap him out of his deep twisted hallucination.

The Narrator violently pushed Stanley off of himself as he looked around in an almost animalistic behavior.

"No.. No.. NO! Where's the water?!?" He turned to Stanley with a massive scowl. Stanley, who was already exerting in exhaustion of tackling the Narrator twice, barely manage to defend himself as he in turn, was the one who got tackled to the ground. "You!"

"Y-you scared the water away. GAH! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!" Stanley's face was assaulted by a barrage of punches from the frenzied Narrator. His nose at the same time, was assaulted by a powerful disgusting smell from the feces currently covering the Narrators hand.

With one last punch from the Narrator, he stood up and spoke.

"That is it, I'm done." His eyes rolled at the back of his head as he fell to the ground unconscious. Both of his hands already gathering flies.

Stanley gently touched his face and tried to asses the damage the Narrator has done. He winced in pain as he realized he had a broken nose-- Considering the amount of blows he had recieved; he was surprised he didn't had a black eye.

Dammnit.. This was going to slightly hinder his movements.

Stanley had got to admit; he had found many of the Narrator's little 'games' clever and brilliant. He had always thought the Narrator in person would be a very smart and rational person.

*urrrrrgggghhhh*

He now thinks he is a complete idiot.

Stanley wiped the blood dripping out of his nostril and tried to get up.

But he was tired.

They had walked for an hour and they still couldn't find anything. Joining the Narrator in his unconscious state was becoming a better option by the second...

No! They would die here if he fell unconscious, there has to be something, anything!! To keep themselves alive. He did not endure all of those just to die in an alien world of dehydration. Stanley will keep searching until his legs finally give out on him.

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