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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
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As a stalker at Hotel Krat, you had become well-acquainted with the relentless battle for survival that had gripped the city, where puppets roamed the streets and danger lurked around every corner. However, the tide of the city had shifted when the Petrification Disease began to take hold, turning your usual opponents into formidable adversaries that posed even greater threats.
The situation had grown dire, and you had to make the difficult decision to seek refuge at Hotel Krat. The idea of stepping into the relative safety of the hotel felt like a retreat from the relentless chaos that had become your daily life. Finally, you had the chance to experience the simple joys of peace, the comfort of knowing that you could get a proper night's sleep without the constant paranoia of being watched by those cursed puppets.
Within the hotel's walls, you could relax, and the sense of security was a breath of fresh air. The companionship of fellow survivors created a sense of camaraderie you hadn't felt in a long time. There was even an opportunity to bond over shared experiences and make new connections, something you'd never imagined in the midst of the ongoing chaos.
In the sheltered haven of Hotel Krat, you could finally lower your guard, if only for a while, and find respite from the relentless horrors outside. It was a stark contrast to the constant tension that had defined your life as a stalker, a temporary reprieve from the relentless struggles you had grown accustomed to.
Though the Petrification Disease had shifted the dynamics of the city, there was something strangely comforting about being part of a community at Hotel Krat. You could finally catch your breath, both physically and emotionally, in the warm embrace of a place that offered the closest thing to safety in a world gone awry.
The bond you shared with Pinocchio was unique in the midst of Hotel Krat's survivors. It wasn't just about mutual survival; it was about connection and the simple joys of sharing stories and experiences from a life before the chaos had consumed the city.
For every trinket that Pinocchio retrieved during his trips outside the hotel, you reciprocated with stories from your childhood. These tales provided Pinocchio with a glimpse into a world he could only imagine, and it offered a brief escape from the grim reality they both faced. The stories provided a form of escapism, allowing both of you to momentarily forget the harshness of the present.
As you recounted your childhood memories, Pinocchio would listen with keen interest, hanging onto every word. His bright blue eyes, void of vocal cords but filled with curiosity, would follow your gestures and expressions, attempting to grasp the essence of the past you described.
The stories were like a bridge connecting two worlds: one marked by innocence, wonder, and simpler times, and the other plagued by uncertainty, puppets, and the ever-looming threat of the Petrification Disease. This exchange of stories served as a reminder of the humanity that still existed, buried beneath the surface of the new world they navigated.
