TSP Fanfiction WIP

It was all a blur, one moment he was playing a game, and next thing you know, a large flash happens and he wakes up in a seemingly abandoned office building.

It was all so weird, so lonely and creepy. He was taken aback by his current situation. Where was he? How did he get here? These questions kept rushing inside his brain.

"Hello!? Is anyone here?" There was no response, it was all quiet. "What is going on?" he cries out.

He gets up and walks around the hallway, each door is numbered. 416. 435. 427. He sits down at one of the desks and tries to think about what to do next. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he heard a voice.

"This is a story about a man named Stanley," the voice spoke. It was a man's voice, it seemed somewhat tired and aged.

The voice kept talking for a while, but he couldn't focus on what it was saying. He starts to feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded, and he lays down on the desk.

"Stanley," the voice began, but then it suddenly stopped. "Now hold on a moment, I certainly don't remember you being part of this story."

He sits up and looks around the room, seeing no signs of where the voice is coming from.

"Uh... I just sorta showed up I guess," he mumbled, "I really don't know how I got here-"

The room went quiet for a moment before the voice began talking again.

"Okay, well that's fine I suppose. Just be careful not to get lost."

The voice then faded away, and he was left alone in the room.