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 no spoilers so enjoy :)
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The battlefield crackled with tension as weapons clashed and echoed in a symphony of conflict. You and Pinocchio were locked in a fierce battle, each movement fueled by adrenaline and an unwavering determination to prevail. Your breaths were uneven, rapid, the surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins providing the extra stamina needed to push through the physical strain.
The metallic clash of weapons reverberated in the air, creating a discordant melody of struggle and resistance. The intensity of the fight painted a vivid picture of the emotional turmoil that had unfolded earlier, manifesting in the physical confrontation between creator and creation.
As the battle raged on, it seemed that Pinocchio, the seemingly stoic puppet, was untouched by the exertion. His wooden exterior gave no indication of fatigue, and his movements remained precise and controlled. Unbeknownst to you, however, beneath the puppet's facade, a different reality was unfolding. Pinocchio, battered and bruised, was reaching the limits of his endurance, the toll of the battle etched into his wooden frame.
The puppet, driven by a sense of duty and the complex web of emotions that defined his existence, fought on, hiding the signs of weariness that threatened to compromise his strength. The lines between creator and creation blurred in the midst of this battle, each strike and parry reflecting the internal struggle between the puppet's determination and the physical toll exacted upon him.
Despite the appearance of an even match, the reality was that Pinocchio, the silent warrior, was teetering on the edge of exhaustion. The battle, a manifestation of the intricate dynamics of their familial bond, continued to unfold, the clash of weapons echoing the complexity of the emotions that lingered beneath the surface. In the relentless dance of combat, both sides were pushing themselves to the limits, unaware of the toll it was taking on each other.
Amidst the chaotic clash of weapons and the relentless dance of battle, you stood as a survivor of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood. The memories of fallen siblings fueled your determination for revenge, a burning desire to avenge those who had succumbed to the puppet's malevolence. Your weapon, an extension of your resolve, smashed against Pinocchio's shoulder with a resounding impact, causing the puppet to stagger back.
The strike, driven by a potent mix of anger and the quest for justice, momentarily disrupted the puppet's seemingly stoic composure. Pinocchio, who had been an instrument of darkness, now felt the force of your retaliation. The air crackled with tension as the battlefield became a stage for the reckoning between survivor and puppet, a confrontation that echoed the intricate dynamics of familial bonds.
As Pinocchio staggered back, the battle momentarily shifted in your favor. The resolute determination to avenge your fallen siblings manifested in the precision of your strikes, each blow carrying the weight of your grief and the desire for retribution. The clash of weapons became a symphony of revenge, the echoes of each strike resonating with the collective pain of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood.
