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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Pinocchio ambled down the rain-soaked streets of Krat, each step accompanied by the rhythmic clash of his shoes against the puddles that had formed on the uneven sidewalks. The gloomy weather, a characteristic feature of Krat's atmospheric demeanor, lent a melancholic ambiance to the scene. The misty air, pregnant with a sense of somber anticipation, enveloped the puppet as he navigated the urban labyrinth.
The reflections of neon signs, distorted in the rain-drenched surfaces, created a surreal kaleidoscope of colors that danced along the path of Pinocchio's journey. The city, usually bustling with life, now stood muted and hushed under the gray canopy of overcast skies. Each raindrop, like a melancholy note in a symphony of solitude, added to the poignant soundtrack that accompanied the puppet on his solitary trek.
Pinocchio's shoes, worn and scuffed from countless steps in the puppet-infested world, left imprints on the wet pavement, each mark a testament to the weariness that permeated his mechanical existence. The dampness clung to the freckles on his synthetic face, creating an illusion of vulnerability in the puppet's otherwise stoic demeanor.
As Pinocchio continued his journey through Krat's desolate streets, the ambient sounds of raindrops tapping on various surfaces became a melancholic cadence, weaving through the city's deserted alleyways. The contrast between the usually vibrant urban landscape and the current solitude heightened the puppet's sense of isolation.
The city's architecture, normally a testament to human ingenuity, now stood as a silent witness to the puppet-driven apocalypse. Pinocchio, a lone figure in the rain-soaked tableau, treaded through the memories embedded in every puddle and raindrop, a spectral participant in the haunting narrative that unfolded with each step down Krat's desolate streets.
As Pinocchio traversed the rain-soaked streets of Krat, the gloominess of the weather seemed to reflect the somber tone that pervaded the city. Amidst the desolation, the puppet noticed a peculiar occurrence: a flickering light emanating from one of the supposedly abandoned buildings. In a world where the relentless puppet horde dominated the landscape, any semblance of activity within what was assumed to be an uninhabited structure caught Pinocchio's attention.
Instinctively, the puppet hesitated, his synthetic gaze fixated on the unexpected source of illumination. Ordinarily, Pinocchio might have dismissed it as just another rogue puppet, for the malevolent entities that now roamed Krat cared not for lights or signs of habitation. Their sole focus, programmed and unwavering, revolved around a singular, macabre objective—eliminating anything that dared to move.
The raindrops continued to patter on the city streets, the ambient sounds creating a poignant backdrop to the puppet's cautious contemplation. The building with the illuminated window stood as an enigma in the otherwise forsaken cityscape, challenging the assumptions that governed Pinocchio's understanding of the puppet-infested world.
