I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
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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
-I try to...
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In the dimly lit outskirts of Krat, Pinocchio found himself entangled in a fierce and unexpected battle with the Nameless Puppet, a formidable adversary shrouded in mystery. The air was thick with tension as the clash of wooden limbs echoed through the desolate streets. Pinocchio, driven by a determination to protect both himself and those he cared about, faced the Nameless Puppet with unwavering resolve.
As the confrontation unfolded, the intensity of the skirmish became palpable. The Nameless Puppet, a menacing figure with an enigmatic aura, launched swift and calculated attacks. Pinocchio, with his mechanical arm and newfound resilience, fought valiantly, each movement a testament to his unyielding determination to prevail. The cityscape served as a haunting backdrop, its crumbling buildings and long-forgotten structures bearing witness to the unfolding battle.
However, the tides of the confrontation shifted unexpectedly. In a sudden and calculated move, the Nameless Puppet delivered a powerful blow that caught Pinocchio off guard. The impact reverberated through the wooden frame of the puppet, leaving him wounded and vulnerable. The anguish in his painted eyes was evident as he grappled with the pain, the realization that he couldn't afford to lose overwhelming his thoughts.
In a moment of strategic retreat, Pinocchio made a difficult decision. Instead of risking further injury or compromising the safety of those he cared about, he chose to disengage from the battle and ran off into the labyrinthine streets of Krat. The echoes of footsteps and the distant sounds of the ongoing struggle lingered in the air as he sought refuge in the shadows.
As Pinocchio navigated the alleys and winding paths of the city, his wounded form moved with a sense of urgency. The pain he felt was not just physical; it was a reflection of the internal turmoil, the conflict between the desire to protect and the need for self-preservation. The abandoned buildings and dimly lit corners of Krat provided a solemn backdrop to his retreat, a poignant reminder of the challenges that awaited him and the complexities of the world he inhabited.
As the rain poured down relentlessly, Pinocchio found himself heavily damaged and battered, forced to rest on the unforgiving concrete ground of Krat. The echoes of the raindrops created a haunting melody that mingled with the echoes of his own struggles. His once vibrant exterior was now marked with visible wounds and wear, a testament to the intensity of the battle he had just faced.
The rain-soaked puppet, in his vulnerable state, lay motionless on the cold concrete, his mechanical arm temporarily dormant. The water droplets cascaded over his painted features, merging with the evidence of the recent skirmish. The rain, typically a source of renewal, added an air of melancholy to the scene as Pinocchio shut down momentarily, his wooden form at the mercy of the elements.
In this suspended state, Pinocchio was defenseless, his usual resilience overshadowed by the toll of the battle. The sound of raindrops hitting the ground underscored the vulnerability of his existence in that moment, as if nature itself mirrored the tumult within him. The darkness of the night and the relentless rain created an atmosphere of solitude and introspection, forcing the puppet to confront not only the external threats but the internal struggles that defined his journey.
