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...
: ̗̀➛ No spoilers just some curious and wholesome puppet boy content so enjoy :)
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Pinocchio's once-short, dark locks had transformed into a cascade of silver-gray strands, a visible testament to the evolution of his puppetry into something increasingly human. The transition from the familiar wooden features to the silver tresses marked a tangible metamorphosis, a reflection of the growth and humanity blossoming within him.
When Geppetto, the creator who had given life to the wooden puppet, offered to trim the length of the now-silver hair, Pinocchio found himself attached to this newfound aspect of his identity. The silver threads became a source of pride, a symbol of the journey he had undertaken to embrace humanity.
With each strand that fell loosely around his face, Pinocchio felt a connection to the world of humans deepening. The sensation of hair brushing against his shoulders brought a tactile reminder of the human experiences he longed to understand. Rejecting the offer of a trim became an act of defiance against the limitations of puppetry, an affirmation of the changing narrative that defined his existence.
In the reflection of any nearby mirror, Pinocchio could witness the metamorphosis unfolding. The silver hair framed his face, a stark contrast to the once-wooden features that now bore the patina of a life well-lived. The strands danced with a silvery sheen, catching the light in a way that mirrored the intricacies of his evolving journey.
As Pinocchio continued his quest for humanity, the silver hair became both a visual marker and a personal emblem—a declaration that he was no longer confined to the puppetry of strings and joints. It was a declaration of his autonomy, a testament to the unique narrative he was weaving within the tapestry of his own existence.
Pinocchio's newfound silver-gray mane, though a cherished symbol of his evolving humanity, brought its own set of challenges. The once-short puppet, now adorned with flowing locks, found himself navigating the intricacies of managing long hair. The strands, once neatly confined, now cascaded freely, framing his face with a silvery veil.
Combat, a realm where precision and unobstructed vision were paramount, became a newfound challenge. The silver strands, swaying with every movement, had a tendency to obscure his vision, an unexpected hindrance in the midst of battle. Pinocchio grappled with the tactile nuances of his own hair, a curious blend of delight and frustration as he learned to adapt to the changes it brought.
There were moments when the puppet would absentmindedly brush strands away from his face, a gesture that spoke of both the novelty and occasional inconvenience of his transformed appearance. The silver curtain that fell gracefully around him became a dance partner in the fluid movements of combat, an unanticipated aspect of his physicality that required adjustment.
In quieter moments, Pinocchio would find solace in running his fingers through the silken strands, a tactile exploration of the human experience. The sensation of his own hair became a tangible reminder of the journey he had undertaken, a reminder that the pursuit of humanity came not only with internal transformations but also with external adjustments.
