I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
・❥・ This chapter is mainly spoiler free and everything you read here is in the demo of the game with that being said enjoy :)
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In the dimly lit, abandoned train car, the silence was broken only by a soft, haunting hum that seemed to echo through the rusty metal and weathered wood. Moonlight filtered through shattered windows, casting a spectral glow on the lifeless surroundings. Dust motes danced in the feeble light, and the air was heavy with the scent of decay.
Lying on the cold, cracked floor, a male puppet lay dormant, a testament to a forgotten era. He had short, dark hair that ruffled slightly in the subtle breeze and bright blue eyes that, despite being unblinking, held an otherworldly depth. Freckles dotted his pale skin, like constellations in the night sky. His body was an enigmatic blend of artificial and organic components. One of his arms was a mechanical marvel, its intricate design resembling an elegant piece of steampunk art, while the other appeared to be a more natural, human limb.
Amid the eerie stillness, a gentle glow began to materialize. It was a soft, ethereal light that seemed to defy explanation, radiating from a tiny, illuminating butterfly. Its wings were a tapestry of colors, shimmering in iridescent blues and ethereal purples, casting delicate hues on the forlorn puppet.
The butterfly fluttered gracefully through the train car, its radiant wings casting spectral patterns on the puppet's freckled face. The soft hum grew slightly louder, as if in response to the butterfly's presence. It was as though the mechanical and organic parts of the puppet's being had stirred to life, as if reanimated by the enchanting creature.
Slowly, the puppet's bright blue eyes blinked to life, revealing a sense of wonder and curiosity. He reached out with his mechanical arm, fingers curling gently, as if trying to grasp the mysterious butterfly, while his human-like hand mirrored the same, albeit with a touch of warmth. The butterfly, drawn to him, finally landed delicately on the tip of his outstretched mechanical fingers.
In that moment, as the soft hum and the iridescent butterfly intertwined with the puppet's awakening, the boundaries between man and machine, life and artifice, and reality and enchantment seemed to blur. The abandoned train car, once filled with silence and decay, now held the promise of a captivating tale, a fusion of the fantastical and the mechanical, where the puppet embarked on an extraordinary journey, guided by a luminous butterfly and the mysteries of his own existence.
As the puppet, now fully awakened, stood up and surveyed his surroundings, the soft hum of the train's abandoned car still reverberated through the air. The illuminating butterfly, perched on his mechanical hand, continued to cast its enchanting glow.
It was then that a voice, melodic and soothing, resonated in the air. The puppet turned his head, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. The voice spoke with familiarity, as though it had been a part of the puppet's existence.
"Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you all over," the voice said, its tone carrying a mix of concern and relief. It seemed as though the voice had a connection to the puppet, a bond that transcended time and space.
