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 other than that enjoy
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The term "xenization" encapsulated the essence of your presence in Krat - the act of existing as a stranger, an observer in a realm that was both hauntingly familiar and eerily alien. The wind played with the edges of your clothes, rustling against the surface of your animal mask as you stood in the shadows of the desolate streets.
Before you, a puppet moved through the grim tableau of Krat, a city draped in the aftermath of chaos. The puppet's gaze traversed the ruins, scanning the remnants of shops and the remnants of lives shattered in the wake of tragedy. Carnage painted the streets, an unsettling testament to the turmoil that had befallen the once-thriving city.
Behind the concealment of your mask, you silently observed the puppet, perhaps a figure you recognized, or one whose story was yet to unfold. Your role as a stranger in this puppet-driven drama allowed you a unique vantage point - an outsider, untouched by the strings that wove the narratives within Krat.
In the midst of the desolation, the term "xenization" whispered through the wind, capturing the isolation and detachment that defined your existence in this puppet-infested realm. As you continued to watch, the streets of Krat became a stage, and each puppet a player, their stories unfolding in the silent dance of strings and shadows.
As you continued to observe the puppet navigating through the remnants of Krat, a sense of familiarity tugged at the corners of your consciousness. It wasn't just the external features - the short, dark hair, or the confident yet curious demeanor - but an intangible essence that seemed to resonate with something deep within you.
The puppet's strides carried a purpose, a determination that hinted at an underlying goal, a mission etched into the very fabric of his existence. Despite the apparent hardships that Krat had endured, there was a spark of innocence that danced in his eyes, an untarnished curiosity that lingered amidst the chaos.
Perhaps it was the way he interacted with the surroundings, a blend of caution and wonder, that sparked a sense of recognition. His movements held a certain grace, a fluidity that suggested a familiarity with his environment despite the unsettling state of disarray.
In the play of shadows cast by the remnants of the city, the puppet's silhouette seemed to echo with a narrative that transcended the visible. As he reached out to inspect the remnants of once-vibrant shops or paused to observe the fallen, it became evident that there was more to his story than met the eye.
The wind whispered through the deserted streets, carrying with it fragments of memories that eluded your conscious understanding. It was as if the puppet's presence triggered echoes from a past that lay shrouded in mystery. You were left grappling with the enigma of recognition, questioning whether this puppet held a key to unlocking the secrets hidden within the recesses of your own xenized existence.
