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...
﹒⪩⪨﹒ This chapter contains no spoilers so enjoy also credits to void-king-art on Tumblr for the inspiration of this chapter :)
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Pinocchio felt a sense of unease wash over him as he looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Everywhere he turned, there was only darkness, an endless void stretching out before him with no sign of life or movement.
He called out, but his voice seemed to echo back to him, hollow and empty. There was no response, no indication that anyone or anything was nearby.
As he took a hesitant step forward, the ground beneath him felt solid and firm, yet there was a sense of weightlessness in the air, as if he were floating in some kind of ethereal space.
Pinocchio's thoughts raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. One moment he had been in Hotel Krat, surrounded by familiar faces and comforting sights, and the next he found himself here, in this strange and unfamiliar place.
He reached out a hand, hoping to find something, anything, to hold onto, but his fingers grasped only empty air. It was as if he were trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up no matter how hard he tried.
Fear crept into Pinocchio's heart as he realized that he was truly alone in this dark and desolate place. With each passing moment, the sense of isolation and despair grew stronger, threatening to overwhelm him entirely.
But deep down, beneath the fear and uncertainty, there was a flicker of hope, a small spark of determination that refused to be extinguished. Pinocchio knew that he couldn't give up, not now, not ever. He had to find a way out of this darkness, no matter what it took. And with that thought in mind, he squared his shoulders and took a step forward, into the unknown.
Pinocchio's wooden heart pounded in his chest as a wave of overwhelming emotions washed over him. He felt lost and adrift in this strange, shadowy realm, unsure of what to do or where to turn. Panic threatened to consume him as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.
Everywhere he looked, there was only darkness, stretching out in every direction like an endless abyss. There were no landmarks to guide him, no points of reference to orient himself by. It was as if he had been transported to a realm beyond time and space, where the rules of the world no longer applied.
Pinocchio's thoughts raced as he tried to recall how he had ended up here. One moment, he had been in Hotel Krat, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling city. And then, without warning, he had found himself in this strange and foreboding place.
Fear gnawed at the edges of his consciousness as he realized that he was truly alone in this dark and unforgiving realm. The thought of never finding his way back, of being trapped in this void for all eternity, filled him with a sense of despair unlike anything he had ever known.
But even in the face of such overwhelming odds, Pinocchio refused to give in to despair. Deep down, he knew that he had to keep moving forward, to keep searching for a way out, no matter how hopeless it seemed.
