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...
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Pinocchio, the curious puppet with painted eyes and a wooden exterior, had long harbored a desire to understand what it meant to be human. Despite his intricate observations and experiences, the nuances of humanity remained elusive to him. As his companion, you recognized this yearning within the puppet and decided to embark on a journey of discovery, introducing him to the simple joys that humans often found in their daily lives.
One day, in the quiet sanctuary of the underground workshop, you decided to share with Pinocchio a piece of human culture that had transcended time—a vintage record player. The dust-laden apparatus stood silent and forgotten in a corner, a relic of a bygone era waiting to be rediscovered. With a gentle touch, you unveiled the record player, its surfaces coated in a thin layer of neglect.
Intrigued, Pinocchio observed as you meticulously cleared away the dust, revealing the intricate details of the forgotten device. The soft hum of the workshop was momentarily drowned out by the anticipation of rediscovery. With a nostalgic smile, you explained the magic of vinyl records—their ability to capture music in grooves, each pop and crackle a testament to the passage of time.
As the dust settled, you invited Pinocchio to choose a record from the collection. The puppet, initially uncertain, approached the vintage records with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The sleeves displayed faded images of musicians from eras long past, creating a visual tapestry that mirrored the historical journey of music.
Pinocchio hesitated for a moment, his painted eyes scanning the array of records. With a careful hand, he selected a disc, his choice guided by an instinctual attraction to the cover art. The record player, once silent and dormant, came to life with a gentle hum as the needle met the grooves. The workshop filled with the warm, crackling sound of music, a melody that seemed to transcend the ages.
In that moment, Pinocchio experienced the simple joy of music—an art form that resonated with the human soul. The puppet's eyes lit up with a newfound understanding, and as the music played, he swayed gently to the rhythm, his wooden limbs moving in harmony with the melody. The workshop, once a space of gears and repairs, transformed into a haven where the essence of being human was expressed through the universal language of music.
As the music played on, Pinocchio's journey of discovery continued. The vintage record player became a symbol of the bridge between wood and humanity, and the shared experience of enjoying music marked the beginning of a series of adventures that would unfold in the depths of the underground refuge.
The vintage record player spun the chosen disc, and from its grooves emerged a timeless tune—a symphony that wove through the air with a dramatic yet intriguing flare. The workshop, once filled with the hum of machinery and the clinking of tools, now resonated with the enchanting melodies of an orchestra.
Pinocchio, his wooden frame animated by the music, stood in the midst of the workshop. His painted eyes reflected the shifting emotions stirred by the orchestral masterpiece. The absence of lyrics didn't hinder the puppet's ability to grasp the emotional depth of the composition. The dramatic swells and melancholic undertones told a story that transcended words, reaching into the very core of what it meant to feel.
