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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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ೃ⁀➷ Spoilers for The king of puppets and his backstory!
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The world around you blurred into focus as consciousness gradually seeped into your senses. A dim, eerie light barely illuminated the surroundings, revealing what appeared to be an abandoned and desolate place. Your senses awakened with a symphony of creaks and groans, the mechanical symphony of joints grinding against each other, echoing through the silence.
As you slowly rose from the cold, hard ground, the realization dawned upon you – your body wasn't the familiar warmth of flesh and blood. Instead, it possessed an otherworldly quality, a porcelain-like sheen that glistened in the muted light. The sensation was alien, the surface cool to the touch, and every movement seemed to reverberate through the rigid structure of this puppet-like form.
The abandoned place unfolded before you, a tapestry of shadows and forgotten memories. The air hung heavy with an unspoken history, and as you navigated through the skeletal remains of what once might have been a thriving space, the echoes of silence were only punctuated by the unsettling symphony of your own puppet body.
The details of your porcelain limbs caught the fragmented light, casting intricate patterns across the cold floor. Each step, a calculated dance of porcelain joints, reverberated through the empty halls, as though the very essence of your existence was intertwined with the desolation that surrounded you.
You ventured further into the forgotten expanse, the sense of abandonment seeping into your synthetic bones. The hollowness of the place mirrored the fragments of your own memory, as if both were entwined in a dance of forgotten whispers. The puppet body, a vessel for an identity shrouded in mystery, wandered through the ruins with a sense of displacement and curiosity.
The memories remained elusive, fragments that teased at the edges of consciousness. Who were you before the puppet body? What led you to this forsaken place? The questions echoed through the emptiness, unanswered and haunting.
In this desolate realm, the journey of self-discovery unfolded, and the porcelain puppet moved with a delicate determination. The abandoned place held secrets, and each step in this labyrinthine world brought you closer to unraveling the enigma of your existence. The porcelain puppet, a silent traveler in the shadows of forgotten history, embarked on a quest to piece together the puzzle of its own identity.
The desolate streets of Krat stretched out before you, a canvas of sadness and dullness painted with the remnants of a world once teeming with life. Your puppet limbs moved with an uncanny grace, each step echoing in the emptiness that surrounded you. The puppet mind within your porcelain form paid little heed to the human carnage that littered the forsaken streets, nor did the killer puppets, with their twisted motives, spare you a second glance.
The air hung heavy with the stench of despair, a poignant reminder of the city's tragic past. Broken windows and shattered remnants of what used to be homes bore witness to the chaos that unfolded, and the ghostly silence was occasionally disturbed by the distant echoes of mechanical footsteps, a grim testament to the puppets that now roamed freely.
