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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Your puppet body, built for combat, bore the scars of the recent battle. Frayed strings hung loosely, and the once vibrant colors of your fabric now dulled by the wear and tear of the relentless fight against the monstrous foes that lurked in Krat. The metal skeleton beneath your puppet exterior showed signs of strain, testament to the tremendous force you exerted in the face of danger.
Despite the visible damage, you pressed on. The echoes of the battle still resonated in your ears as you navigated the ominous streets of Krat. Puddles reflected the dim light, mirroring the weariness in your eyes as you moved forward, a determined silhouette against the gloomy backdrop.
Your legion arm, a powerful tool designed for combat, had served you well in the confrontation, but it too bore the marks of the relentless struggle. Oil stains and scorched patches marred the once pristine surface, a visual reminder of the formidable adversaries you faced. Yet, your determination burned within, a relentless fire that propelled you forward through the desolate streets of Krat.
The rain, a constant companion in this haunting city, further accentuated the solemnity of the moment. Droplets clung to your worn fabric, mingling with the traces of oil and grime that adorned your puppet form. The relentless downpour seemed to mirror the challenges you faced, a ceaseless cascade of trials that tested your resilience.
As you moved through the eerie streets, your senses heightened, ever watchful for any signs of looming threats. The shadows seemed to whisper secrets of the dangers that lay ahead, but you, the puppet warrior, pressed on. Each step echoed with the determination to protect and persevere, even in the face of the unknown horrors that lurked within Krat.
The distant hum of machinery and the occasional creaking of abandoned structures created an unsettling symphony, a constant reminder of the eerie ambiance that permeated the city. Yet, you, with your battle-worn exterior, moved through the darkness with a silent resolve, a beacon of resistance against the malevolent forces that sought to envelop Krat.
The journey ahead was uncertain, the challenges daunting, but the puppet warrior remained undeterred. With every step, you carried the weight of the battles fought and the scars earned, a testament to your unwavering commitment to stand against the encroaching darkness that sought to consume the city of Krat.
The dilapidated streets of Krat, dampened by the ceaseless rain, stretched out before you. After a relentless battle against the robotic horrors that haunted the city, your puppet body had seen better days. Frayed strings dangled from your limbs, and patches of fabric bore the marks of scorching and tearing, a testament to the intensity of the recent skirmish. The once-vibrant colors that adorned your puppet form were now muted, an unintended reflection of the toll the ceaseless battles took on your physical integrity.
Seeking refuge in a dimly lit repair shop tucked away in a desolate alley, you approached the skilled mechanic who specialized in puppet reconstruction. The air in the shop was thick with the scent of oil and metallic remnants, the ambiance a stark contrast to the gloom outside. The mechanic, a weathered figure with hands stained by the craft, nodded as you entered, acknowledging the familiar presence of a puppet warrior in need of attention.
