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...
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The Hotel Krat stood tall and imposing against the backdrop of the bustling city. Its grand facade was a testament to a bygone era of elegance and opulence, a relic of a time when the world was a simpler and more glamorous place. But now, as you stood before its ornate entrance, there was a sense of unease in the air, a tension that seemed to hang heavy over the building like a dark cloud.
Inside, the lobby was a hive of activity, filled with a chaotic mix of people bustling to and fro. The atmosphere crackled with excitement and anticipation, but beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of fear and uncertainty.
It had been days since the puppet frenzy had begun – a mysterious phenomenon that had swept across the city, leaving chaos and destruction in its wake. Puppets, once harmless playthings, had suddenly come to life, wreaking havoc wherever they went. No one knew why or how it had happened, only that it had turned the world upside down in the blink of an eye.
Amidst the chaos, you found yourself at the Hotel Krat with your father, Geppetto, and your older puppet brother, Pinocchio. Together, you had sought refuge within its walls, hoping to find safety and sanctuary amidst the madness that had gripped the city.
But even here, within the confines of the hotel, you could feel the tension in the air. The other guests moved about nervously, casting wary glances at the puppets that dotted the lobby like silent sentinels.
Geppetto stood beside you, his brow furrowed with worry. He was a kind and gentle man, with a lifetime of experience crafting puppets with his own two hands. But now, faced with the reality of the puppet frenzy, he seemed lost and uncertain, unsure of how to protect his creations from the chaos that threatened to consume them.
And then there was Pinocchio – your older brother, and Geppetto's greatest creation. Despite his wooden exterior, Pinocchio possessed a spirit and vitality that set him apart from other puppets. His bright blue eyes shone with determination as he stood by your side, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Together, the three of you huddled together in the lobby of the Hotel Krat, seeking solace in each other's company as the world outside descended into madness. In the face of uncertainty, you clung to the hope that somehow, someway, you would find a way to navigate through the chaos and emerge unscathed on the other side.
But for now, all you could do was wait – wait for answers, wait for safety, and wait for the storm of the puppet frenzy to pass. And as you stood there, surrounded by the echoes of uncertainty and fear, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, as a family united in strength and resilience against the forces that sought to tear you apart.
As you stood amidst the chaos of the Hotel Krat, surrounded by the palpable tension of the puppet frenzy, you couldn't help but reflect on your relationship with your older brother, Pinocchio. From the earliest days of your childhood, you had always favored his presence, drawn to his spirited nature and unwavering optimism. But as you looked back on your shared history, you couldn't shake the feeling that your bond with him had been shaped by more than just sibling affection.
