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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This chapter contains slight spoilers for Carlo's character otherwise enjoy :)
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Sitting alone in the dimly lit room of Hotel Krat, your mind wandered through the haunting memories that had shaped your current existence. Life had taken a dark turn, and the weight of sorrow and loss pressed heavily on your shoulders.
Once upon a time, life had been simpler. School and family dinners were the main concerns, and your older brother Carlo played a pivotal role in those moments. The warmth of those memories seemed distant, like fragments of a dream that had slipped through your fingers.
The first blow came with Carlo's tragic demise, succumbing to the Petrification Disease that had swept through Krat like a merciless plague. The pain of losing a loved one was a heavy burden, and the void left by his absence seemed insurmountable.
As if fate had conspired against you, the Puppet Frenzy emerged, turning the once-familiar streets into a chaotic nightmare. Geppetto, your remaining family, recognized the imminent danger, and together, you fled in search of safety. The Hotel Krat, once a haven, now stood as a somber refuge, a sanctuary from the horrors that lurked outside.
The memories of those harrowing days echoed in the silence of the hotel room. The grief, the fear, and the uncertainty clung to the air like an indelible stain. Each creak and groan of the old building seemed to carry the weight of the past, a constant reminder of how drastically life had changed.
Lost in contemplation, you couldn't help but wonder how it had all unraveled so quickly. The sense of security and normalcy that once defined your life had crumbled, replaced by the harsh reality of survival in a world dominated by puppets and disease.
In the solitude of the room, you grappled with the harshness of your new reality, yearning for the simplicity of days gone by. The road ahead seemed uncertain, shrouded in the shadows of a world that had turned hostile, leaving you to navigate the remnants of a life that had been irrevocably altered.
The echoes of the Puppet Frenzy still reverberated in your mind as you recalled the separation from Pinocchio, the puppet who was once your older brother. Geppetto, your father and creator, had managed to rebuild Carlo as Pinocchio, a puppet with a semblance of life and a haunting connection to the past.
In the chaotic aftermath of the Puppet Frenzy, survival took precedence, and the two of you were forced to part ways. The decision had been a difficult one, tinged with sorrow and the harsh reality of the world outside. You couldn't help but feel a profound connection with Pinocchio, a bond that transcended the boundaries between human and puppet.
As you navigated the desolate streets of Krat, the memories of your time together lingered, haunting you like shadows cast by the flickering streetlights. Pinocchio, now a puppet with a mechanical heart, was a constant reminder of the sacrifices made and the irreversible changes that had befallen your family.
