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...
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This chapter contains slight spoilers for Romeo's and Carlo's backstory otherwise enjoy :)
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The dimly lit streets of Krat stretched out before you, a maze of shadows and uncertain pathways. Your puppet form, a complex assembly of wires and machinery, moved with an awkward gait, each step accompanied by the unsettling symphony of creaks and groans emanating from your incomplete limbs. The city, once a bustling hub of life, now stood as a haunting backdrop to the mechanical echo of your movements.
The flickering streetlights cast intermittent pools of light, revealing the jagged edges of buildings and the remnants of a world that had succumbed to the Puppet Frenzy. The air hung heavy with a sense of desolation, and the distant sounds of eerie laughter and echoing footsteps only intensified the eerie ambiance that enveloped Krat.
Your steps echoed against the cold, damp pavement, a rhythmic reminder of your puppet nature. Each movement, each strained joint, spoke volumes of a creation that was never allowed to reach completion. The unfinished puppet body held an odd charm, a testament to the fragments of both craftsmanship and neglect that defined your existence.
As you navigated through the city, the memories of your past intertwined with the mechanical present. The clinking and clanking of your limbs against each other were like whispers of a forgotten narrative, a story that remained etched in the wires and gears that constituted your puppet form.
Occasional gusts of wind carried the distant scent of dampness and decay, while the flickering neon signs provided intermittent glimpses of the eerie surroundings. Your hollow, lifeless eyes scanned the darkened alleys and abandoned structures, searching for a destination or a purpose in this desolate landscape.
The inhabitants of Krat, whether puppet or survivor, remained hidden, their presence hinted at by fleeting shadows and distant echoes. Your journey, guided by the mechanical impulses of your puppet body, became a surreal exploration of a city caught in the throes of a twisted metamorphosis.
With each unsteady step, you couldn't help but wonder about the purpose that lay ahead in this puppet-infested realm. The streets, once teeming with life, were now silent witnesses to the ongoing struggle between the remnants of humanity and the puppet uprising. In this dystopian setting, your puppet self moved forward, a curious amalgamation of crafted parts, seeking meaning in a city that had lost its way.
In the emptiness of your mind, devoid of coherent thoughts or memories, you found solace in the rhythmic patter of raindrops against your porcelain exterior. The cool droplets cascaded down, leaving transient trails across your puppet form. Each splash of rain puddles beneath your unsteady steps created a transient symphony, a dance between your puppet existence and the ever-falling rain.
The world around you, obscured by the haze of forgotten recollections, became a canvas painted in shades of gray. The city, once vibrant and alive, now appeared as a muted tableau, distorted by the puppet-inflicted desolation that gripped Krat. Your existence, framed by the relentless rainfall, took on an ethereal quality as you moved through the streets.
