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Narrator TDS is cool (oneshots)

Summary:

A ton of Oneshots about Narrator because theres absolutely NO stories on about him that isn’t SMUT..

You can comment any ideas you want me to write, this isn’t a request book though so don’t count on your idea actually being written

Let the show BEGIIIIN

Notes:

Uhhh Narrator and Lefty and Righty get dripped out idk guys 😱
ts is like my first fic do NOT KILL ME

Chapter 1: Cool jewellery!!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Backstage in one of Narrator’s many theatres, everyone was busy preparing for the show due to start in half an hour. Narrator himself was also doing his part, reading over this story’s script to make sure he gets every line perfect. Theres a distinct lack of huge sentient gloves near him.

His beloved hands Lefty and Righty? Who knows where they are at the moment, Narrator was too absorbed in getting his show ready. Of course, the hands are loyal to their boss and will come back to check out what he’s doing.

This time, they came back with a jingling metal sound emanating from Righty’s closed fist.

“… What do you have?” Narrator asked, a little annoyed. He can’t afford any problems happening before the show but he trusts that his hands wouldn’t ruin everything he’s been working on for the past few weeks.

Lefty gestures toward his counterpart, who opens his hand and reveals a pile of gold jewellery, mostly hoop shaped rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Narrator is pretty sure that they were stolen from some of his actors. “Jewellery? Why do you have jewellery?” He asked, tilting his head to further show his confusion.

Both floating hands turned to each other, then Lefty formed an open hand faced down and Righty formed a pinch shape with the jewellery tucked in his remaining fingers. They then made the sign language action for ‘Ring’

“Ring? I don’t want to wear any rings for the show, I have JUST the right amount of gold accents to perfectly capture the audience.” Narrator pulled at his bowtie slightly to emphasize. Both hands just shook akin to the motion you make when shaking water off your hands, it’s their way of saying no.

They repeated the ASL for ‘Ring’ then Righty pointed at Lefty immediately after, hoping this would get their point across. Narrator seemed to get it as he made an ‘oohhhh’ sound and smiled, “Your asking if you can wear rings for the show?”. Lefty and Righty both formed a thumbs up in unison. “Sure! Why not.” He shrugged lightly and floated over to his hands, abandoning the script he was just holding.

All three of them were quickly reminded that Lefty and Righty are very large, and a normal ring looks like a grain of salt in comparison. Not one to give up immediately, Narrator sifted through the pile of gold hoops in Righty’s palm. He pulled out several gold chokers, which fit nicely on Lefty and Righty, how plot convenient!

“Aaaand there we go!” He exclaimed as he slid the last ‘ring’ onto Lefty. Both hands had on a couple rings each, but they were missing something. Narrator hummed in thought, then eyed one of his performers walking around nearby.

“HEY! YOU!!” The performer whipped around to face Narrator, “Get me two hoola hoops, NOW!”

“..but sir, I only have mine..” The performer said, holding the hoola hoop he’s supposed to use. “Find me two more then or i’m REPLACING YOU WITH FRANK.” He yelled back, a distant frog croak was heard after. The performer groaned and ran off to find 2 more hoola hoops.

Lefty and Righty watched in confusion as the performer came back a few minutes later with 2 more hoola hoops, both gold and purple striped. Narrator dismissed the performer and turned to his beloved hands and slid the hoola hoops on their wrists. “Ta da!!” he said with a small flip in the air, “Bracelets!!”

Lefty grabbed Narrator and squeezed him lightly, their way of hugging. Righty floated by, flexing his fingers and admiring his new jewellery. “Aww it’s my pleasure, id do anything for my two favourite hands!!” He cooed back, his arms patting Lefty who’s still ‘hugging’ him. He was let go immediately after and turned to the stage curtain they were behind. “Now it’s almost 5:30, we have a SHOW to do!!!” He exclaimed, flinging the curtain sides wide open at the time cue.

He will admit that the jewellery looked good on Lefty and Righty, perhaps he’ll get them real rings and bracelets for a show one day.

 

Lefty and Righty with the rings and bracelets on

Notes:

take a shot everytime i wrote the word jewellery

(edit: ended up doodling lefty and righty in class one day and realized i could send it here so yea (might update with a better picture))

Chapter 2: Narrator is all right

Summary:

asked my friend for an idea n they responded with and i quote:
“lefty catches on fire and burns to ash”
so sure i guess i TRIED 😭

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

It’s nearing the end of the Final Act. Narrator is watching from the curtains, chuckling as Commander and friends are barely able to withstand his hoards of people. Thank Exo for his mass amount of performers, its almost like he’s in a tower defense game!

But the show has to end with a BANG!!

So just as all his little puppets fall to the mass gunfire, he enters the stage and starts heading for the Commander. He supposes this is the substitute for getting to the player’s base, since game mechanics don’t apply these stories.

“Get ready for the one and only! ME!!” He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and skillfully dodging most of the bullet spray aimed his way. Lefty and Righty follow behind, more structurally sound than Narrator so they don’t exactly need to dodge the bullets.

“TELL ME WHERE DISPATCHER IS.” Commander yelled, open firing at Narrator. What little self control he has!

UNFORTUNATELY his yell filled everyone else on their side with newfound determination. Seriously? were referencing undertale now? A few stray bullets hit Narrator in the shoulder, but that Scout isn’t that strong and he would rather betray Lord Exo than let that end his show. Besides, he’s one of Lord Exo’s creations which means he’s stronger than a person his size.

“It’s about time to fix those SPOTLIIIGHTS!!!” He sings out as he starts charging a fire ball, of course he has to warn them, wheres the drama in just killing everything with one spell?

His beloved Lefty and Righty protect him from those damn soldiers as the fire ball he’s creating grows in size, “Awww if ONLY there was four convenient spotlights to blind me with.” He teases.

Engineer drops her gun and makes a mad dash to one of the spotlights, running past Freezer and Commander.

Narrator watches from the corner of his eye as she aims one spotlight.

Then the second one.

He hears a gasp when she gets to the third one, small hisses of pain as she tries to aim it towards him.

What? His equipment isn’t faulty right?? Oh he’ll MURDER those damn builders.

Engineer starts prying apart the spotlight with shaky hands, attempting to fix it. He notices now that the light is flickering and theres sparks coming out of the base. Technical difficulties!

She screams a second before a flash of light beams from the base of the third spotlight, Narrator’s fire ball is momentarily paused at this. Sparks fly out, burning Engineer and the ground.

Commander is yelling something, probably asking if shes okay like the kind hero he is. All Narrator can focus on is the fact his SET IS BURNING.

Flames erupt from where the sparks hit the wooden stands below. Spreading like wildfire, because it kind of IS wildfire.

“..My… MY SET-!!” Narrator cries out, “HOW DID YOU MORONS MANAGE TO RUIN MY FINALE /AGAIN/!!!!” The fire ball is long forgotten as he flys around gaping at the flames.

The TDS has long since evacuated from the stage, now standing by the entrance. Freezer is shooting everywhere he can but it’s of no use.

“Narrator! GET OUT OF THERE!!” Commander screams, Narrator glares at his hazy silhouette through the flames, Commander doesn’t understand how it feels to see all your hard work burning to a crisp. How would HE like it if his building went up in flames.

“NO. YOU ALL WILL STAY HERE UNTIL THE SHOW FINISHES. I AM NOT LOSING ANOTHER SHOW TO YOU GUYS.” Narrator screams, hysterical, “WE WILL FINISH THIS SHOW, AND LORD EXO WILL WATCH AS YOU GUYS BURN TO DEATH.”

At this point the fire has is engulfing the walls, and the ceiling is starting to collapse.

“Commander!! We have to leave now! We’ll find Dispatcher another way.” Engineer states as she pulls him to exit the theatre. Mortar gestures to bring Scout and Freezer to follow, he’s got great crowd control.

Narrator doesn’t move one inch, too tunnel visioned in rage at the idea of his show ending like this. “NO NO NO NO NO!!!” He sinks down to the center of the set, where the fire is slowly spreading towards him like a dramatic scene in a movie. Lefty and Righty had enough of trying to fan the flames away and they both started tugging at Narrator’s coat.

“Lord Exo will come, h-he’ll come and fix all of this, we just have to wait.” He muttered, still staring at the ground.

He CAN’T leave, the show isn’t over yet.

Soon Lord Exo is going to appear on his throne any second now, and fix everything with a snap of his fingers and do WHATEVER it is he wanted to do with Dispatcher.

THE SHOW ISNT ENDING LIKE THIS.

LORD EXO WILL SAVE ME. HES NOTHING WITHOUT HIS COMEDI—

Narrator yelped as Lefty and Righty grabbed him harshly and carried him through the flames.

The world shook and all he could feel was the searing pain of fire all around, he panicked and thrashed but the hands didn’t stop for one moment.

There was the sound of slamming and the building shaking, then-

*[CRASH]*

Suddenly Narrator felt his body be flung and land on hard ground. COLD ground.

“LEFTY!! RIGHTY!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT? LORD EXO WAS GOING TO SAVE US!” he screamed, about as high as a dog whistle. He looked around frantically at his surroundings. He was outside the theatre, everything hurt badly. Theres a massive hole in the wall, displaying the fire in a window like some sort of painting.

Righty was on the ground next to him, terribly burnt and twitching. He rushed over to the right hand and started rubbing it in an attempt to soothe it. “Those damn TDS. Stupid spotlight. Everything’s going to be fine, the show isn’t over” he muttered to himself, atleast he had Righty and-

WHERES LEFTY.

“Wheres Lefty.” He perked up in alert and looked around.

He was no where around, that meant

No no no no oh no

Narrator scrambled to the hole in the wall of his theatre, the pain of his burns and shoulder being disregarded. His eyes scanned the blinding orange hues. He spotted a movement.

Lefty, on the ground with his index and middle fingers bent in a painful angle. He must’ve been the one to break the wall. He’s thrashing and twitching, every part of the hand is engulfed in flame.

“NO! NO NO NO! LEFTY! LEFTY!!” Narrator screamed, gripping the edge of the hole. “GET OUT OF THERE. DO YOU HEAR ME?? LEFTY PLEASE”

The glove that was once following Narrator around was now burnt into dark jet black, the convulsing slowly became weaker until the only movement was the flames licking over it.

Narrator dropped to his knees, screaming out inintelligible sobs as he stared in grief. Righty could only twitch a weak finger at his cries.

 

The show was over.

Notes:

gah i don’t know where i was going with this one sorry

Chapter 3: NOT a chapter

Summary:

will prolly delete soon

Chapter Text

Yea ok i have no ideas at the moment so narrator is off the hook

but also

what the FUCK was that update… THEY ACTUALLY MASSACRED ELECTROSHOCKER??? AND crook boss AND like every tower I USE…. YWAGHWEVHSGSCAVA WGWCW WHGWVW AGWGWVW WHEBEVEJEBE. WHAHSHSGSCS

“Tower Nerf Simulator!!” Narrator snickers, “Ah, the greatest update of TDS YET!!”

man…

oh yeah request stuff i guess cus i have no ideas

 

did i say i have no ideas

Chapter 4: Narrators great crashout

Summary:

So like this is from an au that someone made, you can read it on my A/N chapter in the comments. but the gist of it is commander got given wings from lord exo.

IIIII don’t know guys i js wanted to get something out

yea no so narrator gets thrown out by lord exo n he takes it out on commander i think

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Narrator zipped through the air, doing little twirls to an invisible audience. He’s going to visit his Lord and tell him ALL about how much intel he gained from spying on the TDS, then Lord exo will say ‘Narrator i’m so proud of you, my favourite right hand man!!”

Of course, he lied to Commander earlier. He wasn’t told to spy on the TDS, but when Lord Exo finds out he’ll be ecstatic that he made such a great plan.

He giggled like a schoolgirl, kicking his legs in the air. He then stared straight at the reader—

HEY. THIS IS PURELY PLATONIC. Geez, some of you are CREEPS!

Narrator sighed, composing himself before entering the Temple of Exo once again.

“HEELLOO EVERYONE!” He greeted with a dramatic pose, his beloved hands mimicking their owner. “I’ve made quite a performance, first I-“

“Why are you here.”

Narrator gawked at Lord Exo, what does he mean ‘why are you here’, was he not expecting him?

The creator of realms turned to look at him, disregarding Dispatcher whos being held in a cage for the time being.

“I recall dismissing you, I did not ask you to be here anymore.”

“…Ahah.. What?” Narrator laughed in disbelief, “I know you said that but-“

“I do not need you, you’ve used up all your worth. Be grateful i’m sparing your life instead of killing you off.”

 

This is wrong

 

This isn’t how the script is supposed to go.

 

Narrator started to shake with rage. How DARE he think he can just throw me out like that, after.. after EVERYTHING I’ve done.

“Sir, y-you can’t just-“ Narrator reasoned.

“Leave,”—

Of course he gets cut off, he hates getting cut off.

—“Before I reconsider.”

Narrator simply floats there. Breathing heavily, he stares down the god he worships.

He really isn’t needed.

Everything he did meant nothing to him.

Narrator obeys his final order, leaving without a word. Paying no mind to Dispatcher who’s staring at him with a look of bewilderment. Atleast he still captivated the audience.

 

 

He wandered aimlessly now, thoughts spiralling faster than his head can keep up. He doesn’t notice Lefty and Righty, snapping and waving to get his attention.

Theres no point in going back to the TDS, since Lord Exo doesn’t need him anymore. Never needed him.

He finds his way there anyway.

Subconsciously spying on Commander, as if hes still being helpful to his Lord. The sergant’s gold wings flutter as hes talking to another tower, Medic, he thinks.

Does Commander need every stupid person here? Surely theres atleast one that he realizes thinks* he doesnt need.

Will he throw them out just like Lord Exo did?

Will he feel regret after doing that?

 

What is even my purpose anymore?

Narrator jolts as Righty pokes him in the shoulder. “What— can’t you see i’m..” Oh, Medic is walking away.

It wouldn’t hurt to annoy Commander a little bit, would it?

Anything to get his mind off of Lord Exo.

 

He smoothly glides out of his hiding spot behind a couple storage crates. Commander spots him immediately, greeting condescendingly. “Narrator.”

“Commander.” The demi-god replies cheekily.

“Minigunner told me what you did to Scout.” Commander’s glare holds nothing but pure hatred.

“Ohh right! That was HILARIOUS!!” Narrator laughs, throwing his head back for theatrics. “Did you see how he was shaking and he was all ‘NOOO!! COMMANDER!!` “

He watches as the latter’s wings seemed to puff up in agitation, he doubts the other even noticed.

Those golden wings look familiar, Lord Exo-

Narrator shook his head with a small huff of annoyance, he can’t be thinking about him right now. It would ruin his mindset and the show.

Commander seized the opportunity to attack his small moment of weakness, “What? Suddenly feeling the guilt of your actions?” He snarked.

“No.. Its just hard to look at your ugly face” He retorted back. He knows its a childish jab but its in character so who cares.

Commander sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you just run back to Exo? I have enough #### to deal with.”

 

Oh this prick.

 

“Lord Exo TOLD me to spy here and I am NOT going to let him down.” Narrator said with a tone harsher than he meant to use.

The sergant’s wings flared and curled defensively around himself on instinct, “Do you understand what he’s done?? You worship a heartless PSYCHOPATH. I wouldn’t be surprised if he just keeps you around as a useless show dog.” He exclaims, letting the anger get to him.

Any other day, he wouldve replied with just a laugh or a taunt. Too bad it had to be today.

 

He yells before he knows he’s even speaking.

“HE NEEDS ME. HES NOTHING WITHOUT ME, HES NOTHING WITHOUT HIS.. HIS…”

Performer? Servant?

…Just a useless comedian?

Narrator stammered to find the right title, to prove his point. There was none. “..Without me he wouldn’t have a body. He’d be STUCK in that CUBE. I’m useful, I’m NEEDED, HE NEEDS ME.

He knows should stop, he can still recover from this little hiccup and continue on with the show. But watching Commander’s shock stricken face as he backs away is beautiful.

He doesn’t register how hard he’s breathing or how loud everything’s become. His mind is set on the lie but his body can’t ignore the truth.

“He DIDN’T throw me away, I’m still USEFUL to him. Don’t— ..Y-You—! … Tell me I’m still needed, SAY IT.” He yells, lunging to grip Commander’s collar. He doesn’t even realize half the things he’s saying, all he sees is purple and black.

Commander’s eyes are wide behind his dark shades, he doesn’t do anything but stare.

He doesn’t notice Lefty and Righty pulling their boss backwards—

 

Footsteps sound from the corridor and a voice calls out, It’s Ms. purple hair bob. “Commander? What’s happening, are you okay?”

The man in question, who was looking at the newcomer, turned to find Narrator gone.

All the comedian left behind was a few scattered rose petals.

Notes:

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Chapter 5: His dearest Producer

Summary:

so what if we take narrator and give him the artful treatment and instead of lizzie its producer

wow guys i don’t know anything about love

don’t flame me for my potentially bad representation of love or I will make the citizens of ao3 disappear

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Ah, life in PARADISE!

Narrator wanted nothing more than to rip his non existent hair out.

Its been years since Lord Exo was banished and Two X created his dream world. And theres nothing for Narrator to do!

After the first few months he just sat around, observing the world around him and narrating, yes the pun was intended, everything to his sentient hands. He eventually couldn’t take it anymore and introduced himself to the public! Opening a stage and performing plays with puppets— Uh, Actors*..

He would dance and twirl in the air, applause being the only thing the world could hear during his performances.

And after a while, he started noticing a certain audience member.

Her soft golden hair would sparkle within the crowds of people, always catching Narrator’s eye. My, her beauty stunned him better than any future Electro shocker (Uh, Tesla coil now, I guess) stun could. He found himself looking forward to seeing her during his shows, even Lefty and Righty caught on.

He’s swooning now, but he can’t help it! The way she cheers after every performance, how she matches his love for drama. Recently, she has been staying long since his plays ended, visiting him backstage where he’d normally crush any mortals who dared intrude. She would chat and dance around happily, calling herself his number one fan, and even helping him create scripts. His self proclaimed producer.

Oh he’s madly in love, it feels so much better than dramas and actors could ever portray!

Currently, Narrator is waiting for his cue to start the show. He’s going to fly out the curtains, bowing theatrically as she, her name too enamouring to say, will smile and cheer at the sight of him. Maybe he was wrong, this place really IS paradise..

A sharp jab to the side woke him up from his day dreaming. “Ow!! I wasn’t daydreaming that long.”

Lefty slumped down, mimicking disappointment. Righty pointed at the stage curtains.

Oh! It’s 5:30 already?!

“Welcome everyone!!” He greets, shooting out and hovering near the top of the stage. Claps instantly rang out, showering Narrator in praise. Actors ran across the stage performing an act that’s been practiced for the past month. This play is a rendition of Romeo and Juliet, curated by his number 1 fan.

He catches her eyes on him as he’s narrating the performance, a held gaze full of nothing but love.

 

…A banana.

A single greasy banana peel is thrown on the stage. No one knows where it came from, or why.

The actor of Romeo slips on the unwanted object, attempting to catch his fall by grabbing a piece of the set. It cracks. The whole set slowly falls apart, the one who was narrating is flying around frantically trying to save his play.

The crowd gasps.

 

Then, the crowd boos.

Shouts of disdain replaced the applause and amusement they had only moments before, old fruit and garbage is being thrown at the stage, at Narrator. His reputation of having perfect performances forever broken, from a single banana peel. What is this, a cartoon??

“EVERYONE. STOP THIS NONSENSE!” He screamed, to no avail. The crowd only retaliated louder. His actors stood by fearfully. He heard a muffled shout from a familiar voice, exclaiming to stop booing.

He felt humiliation, then anger. Hatred, raw and unfiltered. “One play. ONE!! Gets ruined. And suddenly i’m a LAUGHING STOCK??” He shrieked, “YOU UNGRATEFUL BRATS DON’T DESERVE ANY MORE OF MY WORK.”

He barely even raised a finger before his beloved hands flew to attack. Their all just useless mortals, why did he put up with stupidly entertaining them for so long? Lefty and Righty, sharing the same rage as their boss, started smashing seats. People were crushed into pancakes; Narrator relished in their screams. All the emotion generated from the audience brought better satisfaction than applause ever could.

He laughed maniacally, painting a nightmarish figure for those in the crowd. Everyone will regret ever humiliating him. A crushed skull here, theres someone’s torso smeared on the ground.

Screams of pain, begging for him to stop.

Yellow hair—

 

..What..?

Narrator blinked, the blinding haze in his mind momentarily dispersed. No no no no no. He couldn’t have.

Her unmistakable yellow hair was stained a deep red, body mangled so much her limbs could be mistaken for stage props. No no what has he done? WHAT HAS HE DONE??

Lefty and Righty floated behind meekly, covered in blood. if you saw them you’d think they were supposed to be red.

Narrator wants to blame this on them. He knows he can’t, he tells them what to do, they didn’t know any better.

He floats down, gently caressing her face as if she were merely asleep. Mindlessly playing with her golden pigtails. His mask becomes wet, he’s crying, he didn’t even know he could do that.

He barely hears the police sirens over the ringing in his ears. Right, Two X’s world has something called ‘laws’. His loyal hands timidly poke him to get his attention, he knows he should leave before the show is ruined even more.

With shaking hands, he cups her chin and whispers in her ear.

“I’m sorry, my beloved producer. I hope you enjoyed the show..”

And he disappears, leaving behind the massacre he caused. Not ever reappearing until he found the TDS.

Notes:

i wish i could write longer than like 700 words