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...
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Wearing this contains spoilers for the real boy ending otherwise enjoy :)
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Your rapid footsteps echoed through the desolate streets of Krat, the sound bouncing off the decaying buildings as if the very city itself held its breath in anticipation. The air was charged with a sense of urgency, and your heart raced in tandem with your desperate sprint.
The pale glow of flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced along the path, emphasizing the desolation of the once-vibrant city. Every step felt like a thunderous drumbeat, a relentless rhythm urging you forward as you navigated through the labyrinthine alleys and winding streets.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant echoes of unidentifiable noises that hinted at the dangers lurking in the shadows. Your breaths came in sharp gasps, a stark contrast to the hushed surroundings that seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of impending events.
As you turned a corner, the looming silhouette of Archie Abby came into view, a structure that stood as a grim reminder of the turmoil that had befallen Krat. The building's dilapidated facade whispered tales of a city in ruins, its shattered windows reflecting the fractured state of the world around you.
Your mind raced with thoughts of the impending encounter, the weight of responsibility pressing down on you. Each stride brought you closer to the unknown, and the uncertainty hung in the air like a heavy fog. The urgency in your steps mirrored the urgency in your mission, a mission that held the potential to alter the course of fate in this puppet-infested landscape.
With every footfall, you hoped against hope that you weren't too late, that whatever awaited you at Archie Abby could still be faced head-on. The intensity of the moment was etched into the very fabric of Krat's ruined streets, where every crack and crevice seemed to resonate with the echoes of a struggle yet to unfold.
A wave of horror gripped you as you rushed into Archie Abby, the dimly lit interior revealing a scene of profound tragedy. Geppetto, with a cruel determination, was in the process of extracting Pinocchio's mechanical heart, the very essence that sustained the puppet's existence. The metallic clinks and whirs filled the air, resonating with the heartbreaking reality that unfolded before your eyes.
Pinocchio, your loyal companion, lay sprawled on the ground, his once-vibrant blue eyes now dimming as the life within him slowly faded away. His limbs, once animated with a puppet's grace, now hung limply, a stark contrast to the lively spirit that had endeared him to your heart.
A sickening mix of anger and helplessness surged within you as you witnessed the puppet who had yearned for humanity being ruthlessly dismantled by the hands of his own creator. Geppetto, consumed by his twisted motives, seemed oblivious to the pain he inflicted upon Pinocchio, a puppet who had become more human through your shared experiences.
The surroundings of Archie Abby, once a haven and refuge, became a haunting stage for the tragic demise of your close puppet companion. The walls seemed to echo with the mechanical sounds of Pinocchio's fading life, a haunting symphony of loss that reverberated through the desolation of Krat.
