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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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Romeo sprinted through the dimly lit streets of Krat, his puppet body propelled by a frantic urgency. The echoes of his footfalls reverberated against the desolate buildings, the gloomy atmosphere of the city mirroring the turmoil within the freckled puppet's mechanical frame. The decision to flee from Geppetto, the puppet-maker who had reluctantly agreed to transform him into a puppet, hung heavy in the air.
As Romeo's feet pounded against the cold pavement, the specter of the Petrification Disease loomed over him like a dark cloud. The affliction, a cruel manifestation that had mutilated his once-human form, became the catalyst for the desperate escape. The puppet's thoughts raced alongside his rapid steps, each footfall a beat in the symphony of fear and determination that played out in the puppet-infested city.
The encounter with Geppetto, usually a figure of familiarity and solace, had taken a turn for the surreal. The agreement to undergo the transformation into a puppet, a choice borne out of the necessity to stave off the relentless progression of the Petrification Disease, had become an unbearable weight on Romeo's freckled shoulders. The once-friendly puppet-maker now represented a harbinger of change, a harbinger that Romeo sought to outrun in the labyrinthine streets of Krat.
The dim glow of flickering streetlights cast long shadows as Romeo navigated the maze of alleys, his freckles standing out against the pallor of his puppet features. The city, now a desolate expanse punctuated by remnants of human and puppet existence, served as the backdrop for Romeo's desperate flight.
The wind, carrying the whispers of puppet-inflicted tragedies, tousled Romeo's long blonde hair as he pressed on, his mechanical limbs propelling him forward with an unyielding determination. The hollow sounds of his puppet footfalls seemed to resonate with the internal struggle that raged within—a struggle between the inevitability of puppetry and the primal instinct to escape, to retain some semblance of autonomy in the face of a fate intertwined with strings and mechanisms.
As Romeo ran, the city of Krat bore witness to the unfolding drama, the blonde puppet's escape etching a transient narrative against the backdrop of puppet-infested streets and looming shadows. The journey into the unknown, fueled by the fear of transformation and the pursuit of elusive freedom, became a poignant chapter in the intricate tapestry of Hotel Krat—a place where puppets and survivors alike grappled with the complexities of existence in the midst of a relentless puppet frenzy.
The blonde-haired puppet, his breaths hurried and his mechanical heart pounding, reached the entrance of the Estella Opera House. With a burst of desperation, he practically threw himself through the imposing doors, the heavy wood groaning in protest before closing with a resonant thud behind him. Alone in the dimly lit foyer, he took a moment to catch his breath and allow the adrenaline-fueled tension to dissipate.
The stillness inside the opera house offered a stark contrast to the chaotic streets of Krat outside. The air hung heavy with a sense of history, the grandeur of the venue bearing witness to performances long gone. Chandeliers adorned with delicate crystals cast a soft glow, illuminating the intricate details of the ornate architecture that surrounded the puppet.
