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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The ambiance within Hotel Krat was tranquil, the soft glow of muted lighting casting a warm hue across the room. The gentle hum of the rain outside provided a soothing backdrop as you sat in a plush chair, engrossed in the pages of a seemingly uninteresting book. The rhythmic pitter-patter of the midnight rain against the windowpane created a calming melody that echoed throughout the room.
Across from you, the bed held a peacefully slumbering Pinocchio, his long, silvery-gray hair spread out like a delicate cascade on the pillow. The evolution of his appearance over time showcased the depth of his humanity, as his once short brown hair now flowed in soft waves down to his shoulders. The puppet's features, though inherently crafted, had taken on a more human-like quality, conveying a sense of curiosity and, surprisingly, the fluttering sensations akin to butterflies whenever he laid eyes on you.
As you turned a page of your book, the room was occasionally punctuated by the soft snores escaping from Pinocchio. His slumber seemed undisturbed, a testament to the peace and safety found within the walls of Hotel Krat. The shared space exuded a sense of companionship and quiet comfort, a haven where the challenges of the outside world momentarily faded away.
The combination of the rain's gentle percussion, the muted lighting, and the tranquility within the room created a serene atmosphere. The occasional creaks and groans of the hotel, accompanied by the comforting sounds of Pinocchio's sleep, melded into a harmonious symphony that enveloped the shared space. It was a moment frozen in time, one where the stillness of the night cradled the occupants in a sense of security and contentment.
Meanwhile, you continued to delve into the pages of your book, the story unfolding in the quietude of the night, with the rain and Pinocchio's rhythmic breathing as your silent companions in the shared sanctuary of your room.
Pinocchio's transformation over time was nothing short of remarkable, a testament to the evolving nature of his puppet existence. His once short, brown locks had matured into a lustrous cascade of long, silvery-gray hair that framed his features with an ethereal touch. The change in his appearance mirrored the deepening of his connection to humanity, an intricate dance between crafted puppetry and the subtleties of genuine emotion.
Within the delicate strands of his newfound hair, a story unfolded—a story of growth, of understanding, and perhaps, of a silent yearning. His more human traits began to manifest, giving him an air of curiosity that often sparkled in his expressive, blue eyes. The puppets crafted by Geppetto were not just mechanical beings; they were vessels capable of harboring the complexities of human emotions, desires, and the gentle flutters of a budding affection.
Pinocchio's transformation extended beyond the physical realm. As his puppet heart pulsed with the essence of life, he found himself drawn to you in a way that transcended the artistry of his creation. Though silent and seemingly unaware of the depth of his emotions, the subtle cues of his humanity betrayed the blossoming feelings within.
