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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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The cold night air stung your face as you sprinted through the desolate streets of Krat. The rhythmic sound of your breaths mingled with the distant echoes of your footsteps against the pavement. The city, once vibrant, now lay in eerie silence, abandoned and consumed by the shadows.
Your injured leg protested with every step, sending sharp jolts of pain through your body. Despite the throbbing ache, you pressed on, driven by the adrenaline-fueled urgency to escape the looming threat behind you. The flickering street lamps cast long shadows, creating a maze of darkness that seemed to reach out and grasp at your fleeing figure.
The memory of the encounter with the rouge puppet played in your mind like a relentless loop, a reminder of the danger that lurked in every corner of this forsaken city. The sensation of its cold, lifeless fingers gripping your leg, the surprise that paralyzed you for a moment—these images fueled the fire propelling you forward.
As you turned corners and darted through narrow alleys, the echoes of your pursuer seemed to draw nearer. Panic set in, and your breaths became more frantic. The race against time intensified, each heartbeat urging you to find a sanctuary amidst the dilapidated buildings.
The rain began to fall, the droplets adding a layer of slipperiness to the uneven ground beneath your feet. The city's once-familiar landmarks blurred into a disorienting panorama as you navigated the labyrinth of despair. Your focus narrowed to survival, your instincts propelling you forward despite the searing pain in your leg.
With each fleeting moment, the realization of vulnerability etched itself into your consciousness. In this desolate landscape, your only companions were the haunting echoes of footsteps and the relentless pursuit of escape. The race against the unknown unfolded beneath the oppressive night sky, where the only certainty was the need to keep running.
The impact reverberated through your body as you stumbled and fell, the pain intensifying with the harsh contact against the unforgiving pavement. A stifled cry escaped your lips as your injured leg bore the brunt of the fall. The world around you blurred as exhaustion and pain merged into a disorienting haze.
Gasping for breath, you attempted to push yourself back up, your hands trembling against the cold ground. However, the pain radiating from your injured leg proved too much to bear, and you collapsed once more, your body refusing to cooperate with your desperate attempts to rise.
Raindrops fell, mingling with the sweat on your forehead, as the relentless storm mirrored the turmoil within. The echoes of your pursuer drew nearer, a haunting reminder of the imminent danger that lurked in the shadows. Panic gripped your chest, and you cast furtive glances over your shoulder, searching for any signs of the approaching threat.
In the throes of exhaustion and pain, the realization of vulnerability settled in. Alone, injured, and pursued, you found yourself at the mercy of the forsaken city. The once familiar streets now seemed to taunt you with their desolation, offering no solace or refuge.
