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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The cold, unforgiving rain painted a somber backdrop to the otherwise silent streets of Krat. Your boots echoed with each step as they splashed through puddles, a rhythmic percussion accompanying the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops. The world around you seemed to blend into a desaturated palette, the colors subdued by the overcast sky.
Your animal mask shielded your identity, a signature feature of the Stalkers who roamed the streets of Krat. Its eerie design gave you an air of mystery and intimidation, an essential element in maintaining the fearsome reputation that came with being a Stalker. The relentless rain, however, seemed indifferent to the facade, drizzling down on the mask, the droplets trickling down its contours.
As you navigated the quiet streets, memories of Hotel Krat and the puppet with freckles and blue eyes lingered in your mind. The warmth of the hotel contrasted with the chilly rain outside, but the occasional trips into the city were a necessary respite from the monotony. Your boyfriend's presence provided solace, and his blue eyes and freckled face were beacons of familiarity in a world clouded by uncertainty.
The city's architecture, a mix of old and new, loomed around you, each building telling a silent tale of Krat's past. The rain-washed streets bore witness to your solitary journey, a lone figure weaving through the desolation. Despite the gloom, there was a certain beauty in the reflective surfaces of wet pavement and the ethereal glow of streetlights diffused by the falling rain.
The distant hum of rogue puppets and the occasional creak of decaying structures added an eerie symphony to the quietude. It was during these excursions that you felt the weight of your Stalker persona, the role you played in this enigmatic city. The rain, the mask, and the solitude created a surreal atmosphere that heightened your senses, making every step a deliberate, calculated movement.
As you continued down the rain-soaked street, the familiarity of Hotel Krat beckoned in the distance. The cold droplets clung to your mask, a transient reminder of the outside world that you would soon leave behind. The journey, though solitary, carried a certain poetic charm, a momentary escape into the mystique of Krat's rain-drenched streets, where the stories of puppets and stalkers converged in a dance of shadows and reflections.
The rain that once cooled the streets of Krat now seemed to pierce through your defenses, settling a chill deep within your bones. The telltale signs of a cold began to manifest-the scratchy throat, the mounting fatigue, and the unsettling warmth that spread across your body. The weather, initially a mere inconvenience, had taken its toll on your health.
As you trudged back towards Hotel Krat, the city's buildings cast long shadows in the diminishing light. The rain persisted, a constant companion in your journey, now more of a hindrance than a soothing backdrop. The droplets clung to your mask, mingling with the cold sweat that had started to bead on your forehead.
