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! Also in this chapter the reader wears an animal mask however it is not described so feel free to imagine any type of animal mask you'd like :)
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The rain-soaked streets of Krat painted a melancholic scene as Pinocchio hurried through the puddle-strewn concrete pathways. The rhythmic drumming of raindrops provided a relentless soundtrack to his hasty footsteps, each splash echoing the urgency that propelled him forward. The puppet's wooden feet left imprints in the wet ground, a testament to the determination that fueled his desperate journey.
As Pinocchio turned a corner, a cruel twist of fate confronted him—a dead end. The abrupt halt in his escape route triggered a frustrated exhale, a visible puff of breath escaping from the puppet's wooden form. The rain, seemingly empathetic to his plight, continued its relentless descent, adding to the sense of urgency that hung heavy in the air.
With a resigned sigh, Pinocchio pivoted, facing the dead end with a mix of irritation and resolve. The rain-soaked surroundings reflected the tension in the atmosphere, amplifying the puppet's plight. The city, usually a labyrinth of possibilities, now felt like a maze closing in on him, each alleyway and dead end a cruel reminder of the challenges he faced.
Turning away from the frustrating impasse, Pinocchio found himself confronted by a menacing sight—the horde of rouge puppets. Their lifeless eyes gleamed with an eerie intensity, and the rain seemed to dance around them as they advanced. The dampness in the air clung to their puppet forms, accentuating the eerie atmosphere that surrounded the encroaching threat.
Despite the frustration etched on Pinocchio's face, he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation. The horde, each puppet seemingly synchronized in their relentless pursuit, advanced with an unsettling coordination. The rogue puppets, driven by an unknown force, outnumbered Pinocchio, their collective presence casting an ominous shadow over the rain-soaked scene.
Pinocchio's wooden joints creaked as he shifted his weight, preparing for the impending clash. The raindrops, once a soothing symphony, now intensified into a cacophony, mirroring the rising tension in the air. The glow of the city's ambient lights reflected off the wet surfaces, creating an otherworldly ambiance that heightened the gravity of the puppet's predicament.
In the face of the approaching horde, Pinocchio's determination flickered like a defiant flame in the rain. The dead end that had initially seemed like an insurmountable obstacle became the battleground for a puppet faced with relentless adversaries. The rain-soaked concrete bore witness to the impending clash, capturing the essence of a puppet trapped in a dance with the shadows.
As Pinocchio stood at the dead end, a sense of vulnerability washed over him. The damage inflicted upon his wooden form became more apparent, and the realization set in that facing the entire horde of rogue puppets would be an insurmountable challenge. The rain continued to cascade down, seemingly echoing the relentless assault that awaited him.
