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-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 slight spoilers for Carlo's character otherwise enjoy :)
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The room was dimly lit, with antique furniture and aged wallpaper that whispered stories of a bygone era. The air in Hotel Krat was both heavy and mysterious, carrying with it the echoes of the puppets that once roamed these halls during the Puppet Frenzy. As you lay on the bed, sleep wrapped around you like a comforting shroud, the events that led you to this peculiar place lingered in the recesses of your dreams.
Your father, Geppetto, had made the decision to bring you to Hotel Krat as the city plunged into chaos. The Puppet Frenzy, an unforeseen calamity, had turned puppets into frenzied entities, wreaking havoc on the streets. Geppetto, with a mix of urgency and determination, led you to the safety of Hotel Krat, a refuge amidst the puppet-infested turmoil.
The room you occupied had an air of antiquity, as if frozen in time, untouched by the contemporary world outside. The vintage furniture whispered tales of elegance and sophistication, contrasting sharply with the chaos that had engulfed the city just beyond the hotel's walls.
As you slept, your mind danced on the edge of consciousness, caught between the remnants of reality and the surreal dreamscape. The puppets, once your father's creations, had become distorted versions of their former selves, their strings cut loose, their purpose turned malevolent.
In your dreams, the streets of Krat echoed with the dissonant sounds of puppetry gone awry. Broken shop windows and shattered glass mirrored the shattered peace of the once-charming city. The moon cast a pallid glow on the rain-soaked streets, the droplets shimmering like tears shed by a city in distress.
The memories of your arrival at Hotel Krat flickered in and out of your dream, the image of Geppetto's concerned expression etched in your mind. His motive was clear – to shield you from the puppet frenzy that threatened to consume everything. Yet, the hotel itself seemed to bear the scars of the chaos, a microcosm of a world unraveling.
As the night wore on, your dreams wove a tapestry of contrasts – the serene vintage of the hotel room juxtaposed with the disarray outside, the protective intentions of Geppetto intermingled with the enigma of the puppet-infested streets. The boundaries between reality and the surreal blurred, leaving you suspended in a realm where puppets danced on the fringes of nightmares.
In the quiet of the night, as sleep cradled you within its ephemeral grasp, Hotel Krat stood as a silent witness to the dreams that unfolded within your mind—a dreamscape where puppets, once loyal companions, now danced in the shadows of a city steeped in mystery and puppetry gone awry.
The aftermath of your older brother's passing had cast a shadow over your life, leaving a void that seemed insurmountable. The heaviness of grief lingered, turning every corner of your existence into a struggle against the tide of loneliness. But amidst the darkness, a puppet named Pinocchio emerged—a creation bearing the memories of your departed sibling.
