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...
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This chapter contains no spoilers so enjoy :)
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As Pinocchio bounded effortlessly from rooftop to rooftop, his movements were a testament to the grace and agility that belied his wooden form. With each fluid leap, he seemed to defy the constraints of his puppet body, moving with a fluidity and precision that spoke of a lifetime of practice and determination.
From your vantage point below, you watched in awe as Pinocchio navigated the urban landscape with the ease of a seasoned acrobat, his movements guided by a keen sense of instinct and intuition. There was a sense of freedom in the way he moved—a joyous abandon that spoke of a spirit unbound by the limitations of the world around him.
With each graceful leap, Pinocchio seemed to leave his troubles behind him, the cares and worries of the world melting away beneath the rhythm of his pounding footsteps. It was as though he had found a moment of respite amidst the chaos and uncertainty that plagued the city of Krat—a fleeting glimpse of serenity in a world consumed by darkness.
And as you watched him soar through the night sky, a sense of admiration washed over you—a profound appreciation for the resilience and strength that lay within him, waiting to be unleashed. For in the face of adversity, Pinocchio refused to be held back by the limitations of his puppet body, choosing instead to embrace the freedom and possibility that lay before him.
And so, as he continued his solitary journey across the rooftops of Krat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stir within you—a belief that no matter what challenges lay ahead, Pinocchio would face them head-on, his spirit unbroken and his resolve unwavering. For in the end, it was not the circumstances of his birth that defined him, but the strength and determination with which he faced each new day, ready to conquer whatever obstacles lay in his path.
As Pinocchio dashed across the rooftops, the wind whipped through his hair, tousling the strands of wood with a gentle caress. With each breath, he drank in the cool night air, savoring the crispness that filled his wooden lungs and invigorated his senses. The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps echoed in the silence of the night, a steady cadence that propelled him forward with a sense of purpose and determination.
Above him, the starry skies stretched out like a vast tapestry, their twinkling lights casting a mesmerizing glow upon the world below. Pinocchio couldn't help but be drawn to the celestial display, his eyes fixated on the shimmering constellations that danced across the heavens. It was a sight that never failed to captivate him—a reminder of the infinite beauty and wonder that lay beyond the confines of his wooden form.
Bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, Pinocchio's surroundings took on a surreal quality, as though he had stepped into a world of dreams and enchantment. Every rooftop he traversed seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance, the shadows playing tricks on his mind as he navigated the urban labyrinth with ease.
Despite the darkness that threatened to engulf the city of Krat, the moonlight offered a guiding beacon—a source of light and clarity in a world consumed by chaos and uncertainty. With each passing moment, Pinocchio felt a sense of peace wash over him, a calmness that settled deep within his wooden heart and filled him with a quiet sense of serenity.
