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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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Frustration brewed within you like a storm on the horizon, its dark clouds casting a shadow over your heart. Despite your best efforts to gain your father Geppetto's attention, it seemed as though you were always overlooked, relegated to the sidelines while he poured himself into his work and shut himself away in his room at Hotel Krat.
The passing of your brother had only exacerbated the situation, casting a pall over the household and leaving you feeling even more isolated and alone. While your father retreated into his own world, consumed by grief and guilt, you were left to navigate the tumultuous waters of loss and longing on your own, adrift in a sea of unanswered questions and unspoken emotions.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that even in the wake of tragedy, your father still failed to see you—to acknowledge the pain and the longing that gnawed at your soul. Locked away in his room, he remained oblivious to your struggles, consumed instead by his own grief and his own demons, leaving you to fend for yourself in a world that seemed intent on erasing your existence.
But still, you persisted, your frustration fueling a fire within you—a determination to make your presence known, to demand the attention and the recognition that you so desperately craved. You banged on the door to your father's room, pleading for him to see you, to acknowledge your pain and your sorrow, but all you received in return was silence—a cold, deafening silence that echoed in the empty corridors of Hotel Krat.
And so you stood alone, your frustration boiling over into a simmering rage, as you grappled with the injustice of it all. How could your father continue to neglect you, to turn a blind eye to your suffering, even after the passing of your brother? It was a question that burned within you, fueling a resentment that threatened to consume you from within.
But amidst the darkness and the despair, a flicker of hope remained—a glimmer of light that beckoned you forward, urging you to continue fighting, to continue striving for the recognition and the love that you so desperately craved. For in the heart of Hotel Krat, where shadows loomed large and secrets lurked in every corner, you refused to be forgotten—you refused to be ignored.
As the weight of frustration bore down upon you like an unrelenting force, tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over and tracing silent paths down your cheeks. Each tear was a testament to the depth of your anguish, a silent plea for the recognition and the love that always seemed just out of reach.
You tried to wipe away the tears, to stem the tide of emotion that threatened to overwhelm you, but they continued to fall unabated, each droplet a painful reminder of your own vulnerability and your own longing for connection. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that despite your best efforts, you remained unseen and unheard in the eyes of your father.
The tears blurred your vision, casting the world around you into a hazy blur of shapes and shadows. You felt as though you were drowning in a sea of sorrow, the waves of emotion crashing over you with relentless force, dragging you down into the depths of despair.
