This is the narration for the Broom Closet Ending.
Stanley stepped into the broom closet, but there was nothing here, so he turned around and got back on track.
There was nothing here. No choice to make, no path to follow, just an empty broom closet. No reason to still be here.
It was baffling that Stanley was still just sitting around in the broom closet. He wasn't even doing anything, at least if there were something to interact with he'd be justified in some way.
As it is, he's literally just standing there, doing sweet FA.
Are you...are you really still in the broom closet? Standing around doing nothing? Why?
Please offer me some explanation here; I'm genuinely confused.
You do realize that there's no choice or anything in here, right? If I had said, 'Stanley walked past the broom closet,' at least you would have a reason for exploring it to find out.
But it didn't even occur to me because literally this closet is of absolutely no significance to the story whatsoever. I would have never thought to mention it.
Maybe to you, this is somehow its own branching path. Maybe, when you go talk about this with your friends, you'll say:
"OH, DID U GET THE BROOM CLOSET ENDING? THEB ROOM CLOSET ENDING WAS MY FAVRITE!1 XD"...I hope your friends find this concerning.
Stanley was fat and ugly and really, really stupid. He probably only got his job because of a family connection; that's how stupid he is. That, or with drug money.
Also, Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers.
Well, I've come to a very definite conclusion about what's happening right now. You're dead.
You got to this broom closet, explored it a bit, and were just about to leave because there's nothing here, when a physical malady of some sort shut down your central nervous system and you collapsed on the keyboard / in front of your screen.
Well, in a situation like this, the responsible thing is to alert someone nearby so as to ensure that your body is taken care of before it begins to decompose.
HELLO?! ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO BE NEARBY!! THE PERSON AT THIS COMPUTER IS DEAD!!
HE OR SHE HAS / THEY HAVE FALLEN PREY TO TO ANY NUMBER OF YOUR COUNTLESS HUMAN PHYSIOLOGICAL VULNERABILITIES. IT'S INDICATIVE TO THE LONG-TERM SUSTAINABILITY OF YOUR SPECIES.
PLEASE REMOVE THEIR CORPSE FROM THE AREA AND INSTRUCT ANOTHER HUMAN TO TAKE THEIR PLACE (AT THE COMPUTER),
MAKING SURE THEY UNDERSTAND BASIC FIRST-PERSON VIDEO GAME MECHANICS, AND FILLING THEM ON THE HISTORY OF NARRATIVE TROPES IN VIDEO GAMING,
SO THAT THE IRONY AND INSIGHTFUL COMMENTARY OF THIS GAME IS NOT LOST ON THEM.
Alright, when you've done that, just step out into the hallway.
After leaving the broom closet
Ah, second player! It's good to have you on board. I guarantee you can't do any worse than the person who came before you.
After going back in
You too?! Unbelievable. I'm at the mercy of an entire species of invalids.
Perhaps there's a monkey nearby you can hand the controls to? A fish? A fungus? Look, you can hammer out the details; I'm not particularly picky.
I'll just be waiting for when you're ready to pick up the story again.
After restarting the game and visiting again
Oh, no. Oh nonononononononono not again.
I'm not going to be a part of this. I'm not going to encourage you. I'm not going to say anything at all. I'm just going to be patient and wait for you to finish whatever it is you enjoy so much in this room.
Please, take your time.