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 here also your character is a Stalker who wears a animal mask which is not described as any certain animal so you can imagine what your mask looks like so enjoy :)
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In the heart of Krat, where shadows danced in the flickering lamplight and danger lurked in every alley, you navigated the chaotic streets with the instincts of a survivor. As a Stalker, you had mastered the art of living on the razor's edge, where trust was a luxury too costly to afford, and every step taken was a calculated dance with danger.
Your days were spent navigating the labyrinthine streets, where the stench of decay mingled with the distant echoes of mechanical hums. The air was thick with tension, and the city's pulse beat in sync with the erratic rhythm of survival. In this unforgiving realm, alliances were fleeting, and the only loyalty you could count on was to the beating of your own heart.
The mask that concealed your identity became an emblem of self-preservation, a shield against the prying eyes of those who might seek to exploit weakness. Behind its stoic facade, you moved with purpose, each step a testament to your determination to see another sunrise in a city where daylight was often a rare commodity.
Your encounters with the monstrous puppets, remnants of a once-thriving civilization, were battles of wit and agility. You had learned to dance with shadows, to blend into the darkness, and strike only when the odds favored your survival. The Petrification Disease had twisted the once-human inhabitants into grotesque forms, and your sole focus was to navigate this macabre landscape without succumbing to its horrors.
In this ruthless urban jungle, where the line between predator and prey blurred with every passing moment, you honed your skills as a silent hunter. The abandoned buildings provided both sanctuary and danger, their crumbling structures hiding both treasures and terrors. Each step was deliberate, and every decision was a gamble with fate.
The nights were filled with the sounds of distant cries and mechanical whirrs, and the cold winds carried whispers of the city's grim history. Yet, you pressed on, fueled by a primal instinct to survive. The streets of Krat were your battleground, and the scars of your journey adorned your body like a tapestry of resilience.
In a city where trust was a commodity traded sparingly, you found solace in the shadows, a dance partner in the darkness. Each sunrise marked a victory, a testament to your ability to navigate the treacherous terrain of Krat and emerge unscathed. As a Stalker, you knew that survival was not guaranteed, but it was a testament to your tenacity in the face of an unforgiving world.
The rhythm of your solitary existence in the desolate streets of Krat faced an unexpected disruption as a puppet with freckles and haunting blue eyes began to weave his presence into the tapestry of your life. His silent companionship was like a phantom shadow, persistently trailing your every step, making you acutely aware of a presence you hadn't invited into your carefully guarded world.
