I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
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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 spoilers for Carlo's and Romeo's character otherwise enjoy :)
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The puppet king, once reigning over the kingdom of puppets with an air of regality and control, saw his empire crumble into ruins. The throne that he had ascended to through the machinations of fate and the hands of a puppeteer, now lay broken and abandoned. The echoes of his puppet subjects' cheers had faded into a haunting silence, replaced by the eerie stillness that accompanies the downfall of a once-mighty ruler.
The descent from the zenith of puppetry to the nadir of defeat was a journey marked by twists of fate and unforeseen challenges. The puppet king, adorned in threads of authority and woven into the fabric of a puppeteer's grand design, found himself unraveling. The strings that once connected him to the realm he ruled snapped one by one, leaving him suspended in a vacuum of uncertainty.
His kingdom, a puppeteer's stage where the strings of control manipulated every move, bore witness to the unraveling of a puppet king's reign. The puppeteer, an unseen force behind the curtain, pulled levers that dictated the tragic turns of the puppet king's destiny. It was a narrative of ascension and fall, a puppet monarch dethroned by the whims of unseen hands.
As the once-majestic puppet king confronted the ruins of his kingdom, the remnants of his authority lay scattered like discarded marionettes. The crown that once adorned his puppet head now seemed a heavy burden, a symbol of lost dominion and shattered illusions. The puppet king, now a mere puppet in the grand theater of life, faced the harsh reality of his precipitous decline.
In the hushed aftermath of his downfall, the puppet king pondered the transience of his reign. The kingdom of puppets, once bound by the strings of his rule, had slipped through his fingers like grains of sand. The puppeteer's plot had taken unexpected turns, and the puppet king, once sovereign over his realm, found himself adrift in the desolation of his own creation.
Romeo stood amidst the shadows, staring at Carlo with an intensity that betrayed his desperation. The air was thick with uncertainty, and the weight of forgotten memories hung between them like a dense fog. The bond they once shared, a vibrant canvas of shared experiences and camaraderie, had now become a faded painting, its colors muted and details blurred by the passage of time.
Carlo, once a cherished friend whose presence brought comfort and familiarity, now seemed like a stranger lost in the labyrinth of amnesia. Romeo's heart ached at the thought of the memories slipping away, like sand through the crevices of tightly clenched fingers. He longed to grasp onto the fragments of their shared history, to rekindle the warmth of their connection.
The struggle to save Carlo from the clutches of forgotten recollections was a battle against an elusive adversary. It was as if the threads that once wove their friendship together had frayed, leaving behind a tapestry with gaps and unraveling edges. Romeo, determined to mend the fabric of their bond, sought a way to breach the barriers that now separated them.
