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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Hotel Krat, a haven nestled in the heart of a desolate world, stood as a refuge against the backdrop of falling snow. The air, heavy with the promise of winter, carried with it the delicate dance of snowflakes descending from the darkened sky. Within the warmth of the hotel, where the hum of conversations and the comforting crackle of the fireplace intertwined, you and Pinocchio found solace.
The puppet, carved from wood and strings with a heart that mirrored human emotions, gazed curiously out of the window as snow painted the world beyond in a soft, ethereal blanket. His blue eyes, like beacons of wonder, reflected the confusion that tugged at the edges of his understanding. Pinocchio had yet to grasp the concept of snow, the cold tendrils that embraced the world in a serene embrace.
Venturing outside proved to be a whimsical challenge for the puppet. As he stepped into the knee-deep snow, a puzzled expression crossed his freckled face. The ground, once familiar and supportive, now cradled him in a soft sea of white, each step an exploration into a realm where the rules seemed to shift beneath his wooden feet. The concept of the cold, the numbing touch that painted his surroundings in frosty hues, eluded his comprehension.
You, along with the other residents of Hotel Krat, observed Pinocchio's encounter with snow with a mixture of amusement and concern. The puppet, always animated by a spirit of curiosity, moved with a deliberate slowness, as if navigating a terrain that defied the principles of his wooden anatomy. The knee-deep snow, a seemingly innocuous obstacle, transformed into a whimsical challenge for the wooden figure navigating its depths.
Recognizing the confusion etched across Pinocchio's face, a collective decision emerged among the residents of Hotel Krat. The snow, a transient visitor from the wintry heavens, became a reason to keep the puppet indoors until its ephemeral dance with the earth concluded. The warmth within the hotel walls provided a stark contrast to the chilly world outside, and the fireplace became a focal point around which stories were shared, and laughter resonated in harmonious waves.
Pinocchio, embraced by the camaraderie of the hotel's occupants, found comfort within the walls that sheltered him from the wintry elements. The puppet, usually animated with a boundless sense of adventure, adapted to the notion of staying indoors during the snowfall. The concept of cold, once an enigma, became a distant curiosity as the hotel's warmth enveloped him like a protective cocoon.
In the dim light of the hotel's interior, the camaraderie of those seeking refuge against the chill of the outside world blossomed. Conversations echoed with tales of survival, laughter melted into the crackling of the fireplace, and the air carried the rich aroma of shared meals. Pinocchio, sitting among the diverse group of survivors, became a participant in this tableau of collective resilience.
Outside, the snow continued its delicate descent, a silent choreography that transformed the landscape into a canvas of tranquility. Within the walls of Hotel Krat, the puppet and the survivors embraced the warmth of shared moments, finding solace in the simple joy of companionship amid the wintry embrace of a world that, for a fleeting moment, stood still.
