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 The King Of Puppets otherwise enjoy :)
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As you contemplated the past, a myriad of emotions washed over you like waves crashing against the shore. Memories, both cherished and haunting, danced through your mind, each one carrying with it a weight that seemed to shift with the passage of time.
There were moments of warmth and joy, memories of laughter shared with old friends and loved ones, moments that filled your heart with a sense of nostalgia and longing. The echo of their voices, the warmth of their embrace—these were the memories that brought solace in times of uncertainty, reminders of the bonds that had shaped your journey through life.
But intertwined with the sweetness of happy memories were the shadows of regret and sorrow, the ghosts of past mistakes and missed opportunities that haunted your every step. There were choices made in haste, words spoken in anger, wounds inflicted that time could never fully heal. These were the memories that lingered like a bitter taste on your tongue, reminders of the fragility of human nature and the consequences of our actions.
And then there were the events that had unfolded beyond your control, the tragedies that had scarred your soul and left indelible marks upon your heart. The loss of loved ones, the pain of betrayal, the moments of despair when all hope seemed lost—these were the memories that chilled your body with their raw intensity, reminders of the fragility of life and the inevitability of suffering.
As you grappled with the complexities of the past, you found yourself navigating a delicate balance between light and darkness, joy and sorrow. For amidst the tapestry of memories that shaped your journey, there existed a delicate equilibrium—a delicate dance between the moments of happiness and the shadows of pain.
And yet, despite the weight of the past that hung heavy upon your shoulders, there was a glimmer of hope in the knowledge that each memory, whether joyful or haunting, was a testament to the depth of your humanity. For in the tapestry of the past, amidst the laughter and the tears, the triumphs and the trials, lay the essence of who you were—a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of the human heart.
As you drifted through the realms of sleep, the static of your subconscious mind began to dissipate, giving way to the vivid imagery of a memory unfolding like scenes from an old, faded film. At first, the edges were blurred, obscured by the remnants of the static that lingered in the recesses of your mind. But gradually, as if guided by an unseen hand, the memory sharpened into focus, revealing itself with crystalline clarity.
You found yourself transported back in time, to a moment that seemed both distant and yet achingly familiar. The setting was familiar—a stage bathed in the soft glow of stage lights, the air alive with the whispered anticipation of an audience awaiting the start of a performance. And there, amidst the hushed whispers and murmurs of the crowd, you stood, a solitary figure bathed in the spotlight's embrace.
