I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
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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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In the solitude of your makeshift workshop, the air hung heavy with the scent of oil and the mechanical hum of half-finished creations. As an inventor, you had once reveled in the symphony of gears and the dance of puppetry that filled your days. However, the Puppet Frenzy shattered that harmonious existence, forcing you into seclusion.
In the dim glow of flickering lamps, you toiled away, your hands stained with the marks of creation and survival. The relentless pursuit of the puppets had left you with no choice but to abandon the vibrant life you once knew. Instead, you found solace in the shadows, surrounded by the half-formed companions that now sought refuge in your workshop.
Yet, the tides began to shift. The once relentless puppets, their eyes gleaming with an ominous intent, suddenly ceased their mechanical frenzy. It was as if a veil had lifted, leaving the once predatory figures in a state of confusion and aimlessness. Their movements, once calculated and precise, now appeared erratic and devoid of purpose.
As the puppeteer of this unexpected respite, you cautiously observed the change in behavior. No longer did the mechanical marionettes assail you with the same ferocity. Instead, they seemed to regard you with a strange detachment, almost as if their directives had been erased, leaving behind a void in their mechanical minds.
In the newfound calm, you ventured cautiously beyond the confines of your workshop, testing the waters of this strange reprieve. The once relentless pursuers seemed oblivious to your presence unless provoked. It was a peculiar shift in dynamics, leaving you both intrigued and wary.
As you navigated this altered reality, a singular question lingered in the air: What force had intervened to sever the strings that once bound these puppets to their relentless pursuit? The mystery unfolded like a mechanical enigma, and you, the unwitting inventor in hiding, found yourself at the center of a narrative whose origins remained shrouded in the echoes of the Puppet Frenzy.
The grandeur of Estella Opera House loomed around you as you stepped into its cavernous space, your footsteps echoing against the ornate walls. In the dimly lit corners, broken strings and forgotten memories whispered of a time when this place was alive with the cadence of performance. Now, it stood as a haunting relic of a bygone era.
As you ventured further, your keen senses led you to a corner where a broken puppet lay discarded on the cold, unforgiving floor. Its once vibrant exterior was now marred by the harsh reality of the Puppet Frenzy – a testament to the relentless chaos that had engulfed Krat.
Approaching with caution, you knelt beside the fallen puppet, your skilled hands moving over its shattered form. The delicate ballet of mechanical parts lay in disarray, like a tragic dance frozen in time. The puppet's porcelain face, once painted with a serene expression, now bore the scars of battle, revealing the wear and tear of its futile struggle against the chaos.
