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 also I'd like to credit writing-to-survive for their writing prompt on Tumblr now enjoy the story :)
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As you and Pinocchio stood amidst the devastation of Krat, the once vibrant city now reduced to rubble and flames, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the crackling of flames and the distant echoes of chaos.
The scene before you was a nightmare come to life, a stark reminder of the fragility of civilization and the horrors of war. Buildings lay in ruins, their charred remains casting long shadows against the flickering flames. Smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting an eerie pall over the desolate landscape.
The streets, once bustling with life and activity, were now eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of crumbling debris or the distant cries of survivors. Those who remained were few and far between, their faces etched with fear and despair as they navigated the wreckage of their once beloved city.
As you surveyed the destruction, a wave of sorrow washed over you, mingled with a sense of disbelief and disbelief. How could something so terrible happen in a place that had once been so full of life and promise? How could so much devastation be wrought in such a short amount of time?
Turning to Pinocchio, you could see the anguish in their eyes, mirrored by the pain in your own heart. This was more than just a city in ruins-it was a symbol of everything that had been lost, of the lives shattered and dreams destroyed in the blink of an eye.
But amidst the despair, there was also a flicker of determination-a resolve to rebuild, to rise from the ashes and reclaim what had been lost. For even in the darkest of times, there was still hope-a beacon of light that shone through the darkness, guiding the way forward.
And as you stood side by side with Pinocchio, facing the devastation of Krat, you knew that together, you would find the strength to persevere-to rebuild, to heal, and to forge a new future from the ashes of the old. For though the city may be in ruins, the spirit of its people could never be extinguished, and with that indomitable spirit, anything was possible.
The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and burning debris, each inhalation a harsh reminder of the devastation that surrounded you. It clung to your clothes and filled your lungs, choking and suffocating in its intensity. Every breath felt like a struggle, the noxious fumes searing your throat and stinging your eyes.
Amidst the chaos, the sounds of crackling flames echoed through the streets, a relentless chorus of destruction that seemed to reverberate in your very bones. It was a haunting sound, the symphony of destruction playing out in real-time, each snap and pop a grim testament to the ferocity of the inferno consuming everything in its path.
As you moved through the wreckage, the heat of the flames licked at your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the sweltering temperature. The glow of the fire cast long, flickering shadows across the desolate landscape, distorting the ruins and lending an otherworldly quality to the scene.
