I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
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...
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This chapter contains no spoilers so enjoy :)
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As the relentless rain finally ceased its assault on the city of Krat, a sense of relief washed over its weary inhabitants like a wave crashing upon the shore. For days, they had endured the relentless downpour, the constant drumming of rain against windows and rooftops serving as a constant reminder of their vulnerability in the face of nature's fury.
But now, as the storm clouds began to part and the sun peeked out from behind the gray veil of clouds, a tentative sense of hope began to stir within the hearts of the city's residents. Perhaps, they dared to believe, the worst was finally behind them, and brighter days lay ahead.
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dissipating clouds, casting a warm golden glow over the city streets, the people of Krat emerged from their homes, blinking in the newfound brightness of the day. Though the air was still heavy with moisture and the ground slick with rainwater, there was a palpable sense of relief in the air, a collective sigh of gratitude for the respite from the relentless deluge.
But even as the rain ceased its assault on the city, a new challenge presented itself in the form of a stiff breeze that swept through the streets, sending leaves skittering across the pavement and stirring up dust and debris in its wake. Though not as formidable as the rain that had preceded it, the wind served as a reminder that nature's whims could change in an instant, and that the people of Krat must remain ever vigilant in the face of uncertainty.
As the day wore on, the wind began to pick up in intensity, its mournful howl echoing through the city streets like a lament for the storm that had passed. And though the sky remained clear and the sun shone brightly overhead, there was a sense of unease lingering in the air, a feeling that perhaps the worst was not yet over.
But despite the challenges that lay ahead, the people of Krat refused to be daunted. With steely resolve and a renewed sense of determination, they set about the task of rebuilding and restoring their beloved city to its former glory. For though the storm had left its mark, it had not broken their spirit – and with the wind at their backs and the sun on their faces, they would rise from the ashes stronger and more resilient than ever before.
Pinocchio sat at the small wooden table in the cozy corner of his room, his curious blue eyes scanning the contents of the letter in his hand. The parchment felt rough against his puppet fingers, its texture unfamiliar yet strangely comforting as he traced the curves and lines of the handwritten words.
As he read the words penned in your familiar handwriting, a sense of curiosity stirred within him, mingling with a feeling of warmth and affection. For as long as he could remember, you had been there for him, guiding him through the complexities of the world with patience and kindness.
Though he was just a puppet, brought to life by the skillful hands of his creator Geppetto, Pinocchio had always felt a special bond with you, a connection that went beyond the limitations of his wooden form. You had taught him about simple "human" things – how to tie his shoes, how to read a book, how to navigate the intricacies of social interactions – and for that, he was eternally grateful.
