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...
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Amidst the otherwise bustling city of Krat, your room in the hotel provided a tranquil sanctuary. The peaceful ambiance enveloped the space, where the delicate balance between night and day lent a sense of harmony to the atmosphere. The room, bathed in a gentle glow, became a haven for solitude and serenity.
The record player, a vintage touch in the contemporary setting, emitted the soothing melodies that filled the room. The music, with its timeless tunes, served as a backdrop to the quiet moments of respite. The rhythmic crackle of the vinyl against the backdrop of the melody created a symphony that echoed in the otherwise serene space.
As the music played, the warm hues of the room flickered in response to the ambient lighting. The interplay of light and shadow painted a canvas of tranquility, a moment suspended in time where the outside world seemed to fade away. The city's hustle and bustle, its perpetual motion, held no sway within the cocoon of your personal retreat.
The perfect time, nestled between night and day, allowed for a pause—a brief interlude in the ongoing narrative of your journey. The peacefulness of Hotel Krat, in this moment, became a refuge where the weight of past battles and the uncertainties of the future momentarily lifted.
In the gentle embrace of the music and the serene ambiance, you found solace—a quiet sanctuary within the heart of the city's chaos. The record player, spinning its timeless tunes, marked a punctuation in the ongoing symphony of your life—a moment of reflection and respite before the narrative unfolded once again in the ever-changing landscape of Krat.
As the enchanting melody of Fascination filled the room, the timeless notes wrapped around you like a warm embrace. The music, a delicate dance of sound, created an atmosphere of tranquility within the confines of your hotel room. The soft glow of ambient light and the gentle crackle of the record player added to the charm of the moment.
Turning to Pinocchio, you found him smiling, his wooden features softened by the tender strains of the melody. In this shared appreciation of music, a silent connection formed—an unspoken understanding that transcended words. The puppet, once a symbol of conflict and loss, now stood as a companion, enjoying the simple beauty of the moment with you.
The soft music became a backdrop to the shared silence, a language of its own that communicated the emotions lingering between you and Pinocchio. The room, bathed in the warm glow of the melody, felt like a cocoon where the complexities of the outside world momentarily faded away.
In the quiet exchange of smiles, a sense of camaraderie unfolded. The beauty of the music became a bridge, connecting the survivor and the puppet in a shared moment of peace. The strains of Fascination wove a delicate tapestry that encapsulated the serenity of this unexpected interlude in the ongoing saga of your journey.
As the record continued to play, the room transformed into a haven where the harsh realities of the city outside could be momentarily set aside. The shared enjoyment of the soft music became a testament to the evolving dynamics between creator and creation, survivor and companion, in the gentle embrace of a melody that echoed beyond the confines of the hotel room.
