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 air crackled with tension as Pinocchio faced off against the rogue puppets, his determination evident in the set of his jaw and the steely resolve in his blue eyes. Despite his puppet origins, he stood tall and unwavering, ready to defend the humans against those who sought to harm them.
The rogue puppets, their eyes devoid of any humanity, advanced with malicious intent, their movements jerky and erratic as they closed in on Pinocchio. Each one bore the scars of their twisted creation, their once innocent forms now twisted into grotesque parodies of life.
But Pinocchio was undeterred, his movements fluid and calculated as he engaged the rogue puppets with a combination of agility and skill. His synthe, gleaming in the dim light, danced through the air with deadly precision, striking with enough force to disable his opponents without causing permanent harm.
As the battle raged on, the clashing of metal against metal echoed through the air, a symphony of violence and desperation. Pinocchio moved with grace and finesse, anticipating the movements of his adversaries with uncanny precision as he fought to protect the humans under his care.
Despite the odds stacked against him, Pinocchio refused to back down, his determination fueled by the knowledge that innocent lives hung in the balance. With each strike, he drew closer to victory, his resolve unyielding in the face of overwhelming adversity.
And then, in a final, decisive blow, Pinocchio incapacitated the last of the rogue puppets, his synthe embedding itself deep into its core. As the puppet fell to the ground, defeated, a collective sigh of relief swept through the battlefield, the humans safe once more thanks to Pinocchio's bravery and selflessness.
Exhausted but triumphant, Pinocchio stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his chest heaving with exertion as he surveyed the scene before him. Though the threat had been vanquished, he knew that the fight was far from over, and he remained ever vigilant, ready to defend those in need at a moment's notice.
Pinocchio wielded his synthe with precision and skill, its blade gleaming in the dim light as he moved with calculated grace. He knew that keeping his distance was key to avoiding being overwhelmed by the rogue puppets, each one a formidable opponent in its own right.
With each swing of his weapon, Pinocchio sought to create a buffer zone between himself and his adversaries, using the length of his synthe to ward off their advances. His movements were fluid and precise, a testament to years of training and dedication to his craft.
As the rogue puppets closed in, their movements erratic and unpredictable, Pinocchio remained focused, his senses honed to anticipate their attacks. With a deft flick of his wrist, he parried their blows and countered with strikes of his own, aiming for vulnerable points in their defenses.
