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...
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Spoilers for Carlo's backstory also your character wears an animal mask that is not described so you can imagine any type of animal mask you want so enjoy :)
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In the shadowed alleys of Krat, where danger lurked at every turn, you navigated the chaotic streets as a Stalker. The city, a dystopian maze of twisted metal and broken dreams, was a harsh landscape that only the resilient could call home. Amidst the desolation, one name echoed through the grimy corridors and dilapidated structures – Geppetto.
Geppetto, the renowned puppeteer, was famed for his ingenious creations, puppets that rivaled the complexity of living beings. Yet, your connection to him was not rooted in admiration for his craftsmanship but in the memories of a distant past. Carlo, Geppetto's son, had been your childhood confidant, a best friend whose laughter once resonated through the narrow streets.
However, fate is a capricious entity, and tragedy cast its somber shadow upon your cherished friendship. Carlo succumbed to the insidious grasp of the Petrification Disease, a merciless affliction that claimed its victims with an irreversible touch. The loss of your childhood companion left a void that could never be filled, and the echoes of his laughter were replaced by the haunting silence of an empty space.
The Puppet Frenzy erupted like a tempest, engulfing Krat in a whirlwind of panic and violence. The once bustling city streets now bore witness to a massacre, a macabre dance of puppets and despair. The puppeteer's creations, once admired for their intricate designs, became instruments of chaos as they roamed the desolate alleys, their strings cutting through the air like the lament of a grieving city.
In the midst of this turmoil, your path intertwined with the enigmatic Geppetto. The man who had crafted companions of wood and metal was now a figure of both fascination and trepidation. His puppets moved with a mechanical grace, oblivious to the suffering that surrounded them, a stark contrast to the human tragedy unfolding beneath their lifeless gaze.
As a Stalker, you navigated the grim aftermath of the Puppet Frenzy, seeking solace in the memories of a time when laughter echoed through the streets and innocence reigned supreme. The tragedy of losing Carlo lingered, an indelible mark on your soul, shaping the contours of your journey through the decaying heart of Krat. In a city overrun by puppetry and despair, your quest for meaning and redemption unfolded against a backdrop of twisted metal, shattered dreams, and the haunting legacy of Geppetto's creations.
The rhythmic thud of your boots echoed through the narrow gaps between buildings as you expertly hopped from one rooftop to another. The sprawling city of Krat unfolded beneath you, a chaotic labyrinth of metal and shadows. The weight of your purpose pressed against your chest, and your breaths escaped in ragged bursts beneath the animal mask that veiled your identity.
Sweat glistened on your forehead, a testament to the physical exertion demanded by the unforgiving terrain. The animal mask, a symbol of anonymity in a city where alliances shifted like the shadows, concealed your expressions, shielding you from the prying eyes that lingered in the darkness. With each nimble leap, you propelled yourself forward, navigating the urban jungle with a blend of grace and urgency.
