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 :)
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The wooden planks of the pier creaked softly beneath you as you and Pinocchio settled at the far end, the cool breeze of the ocean brushing against your skin. The rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the wooden supports provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation.
Pinocchio, with his animated gestures and expressive features, seemed lost in thought as he stared out at the expanse of the sea before him. His wooden exterior bore the marks of countless adventures, each scar and scratch a testament to the trials he had faced on his journey.
As you sat beside him, the companionship between you was palpable, a silent understanding passing between you without the need for words. The scent of saltwater mingled with the tang of seaweed, filling the air with the unmistakable aroma of the ocean.
In the distance, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the water as it painted the sky in shades of pink and orange. It was a tranquil moment, a fleeting respite from the chaos of the world beyond the pier.
Together, you and Pinocchio watched as the last rays of sunlight danced across the waves, content in each other's company as you shared a moment of quiet reflection amidst the beauty of the sea.
As you sat side by side with Pinocchio on the weathered boards of the pier, his presence brought a sense of warmth and familiarity to the cool ocean breeze. Despite his wooden exterior, there was a lively energy about him, his gestures animated and expressive as he spoke.
With each movement, Pinocchio seemed to infuse the air around you with a hint of magic, his bright eyes reflecting the ever-changing hues of the sea and sky. His presence was a comforting reminder of the fantastical adventures you had shared together, the trials and triumphs that had forged a deep bond between you.
As you listened to him speak, his words filled the air with a sense of wonder, painting vivid pictures of the worlds beyond the horizon. Despite the challenges you faced, there was a playful optimism in Pinocchio's demeanor, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always hope.
Together, you watched as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow across the water. In that moment, surrounded by the gentle lapping of the waves and the soft rustle of the breeze, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the companionship of your wooden friend.
As you sat together on the weathered pier, the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping against the wooden supports provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation. Each gentle splash seemed to echo the ebb and flow of your thoughts, creating a tranquil atmosphere that enveloped you both.
With each passing moment, the waves whispered tales of distant shores and untold adventures, their steady rhythm a reminder of the timeless passage of time. As you spoke with Pinocchio, sharing stories and laughter, the cares of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.
