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 slight spoilers for Carlo and Pinocchio's character backstory otherwise enjoy :)
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Under the silver glow of the moon, you and Pinocchio dashed through the undulating waves of tall grass, each blade whispering secrets to the wind as it brushed against your skin. The cool night air enveloped you like a comforting embrace, carrying with it the gentle fragrance of wildflowers and earthy soil.
With every step, the grass rustled softly beneath your feet, a symphony of nature's melody that accompanied your nocturnal escapade. Above, the stars twinkled in silent reverence, casting their ethereal light upon the tranquil landscape below.
Pinocchio bounded ahead, his wooden limbs moving with a fluid grace that belied his puppet origins. His laughter echoed through the night, a joyous melody that filled the air with infectious merriment.
As you ran alongside him, the cares and worries of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of freedom and exhilaration. The vast expanse of the nighttime wilderness stretched out before you, a canvas of possibilities waiting to be explored.
Together, you and Pinocchio reveled in the simple pleasure of movement, of being alive in the moment and embracing the beauty of the natural world. The moon cast long shadows across the landscape, creating a patchwork of light and dark that danced around you as you ran.
In this fleeting moment of serenity, there was no past or future, only the present and the boundless adventure it held. With each passing second, you felt more alive, more connected to the pulse of the universe that thrummed beneath your feet.
And as you ran, the night whispered its secrets to you, filling your heart with a sense of wonder and awe. For in this magical realm of moonlit dreams, anything was possible, and all you had to do was believe.
The celestial canopy above shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, as if the heavens themselves had unfurled their grand tapestry for all to behold. Each star burned with a radiant intensity, their distant light piercing the velvety darkness of the night sky.
Clustered together in intricate patterns and constellations, the stars seemed to tell stories of ancient heroes and mythical creatures, their silent narratives weaving through the vast expanse of space and time. Some gleamed with a steady, unwavering glow, while others flickered and danced like celestial fireflies.
Against this backdrop of cosmic splendor, the landscape below took on a surreal beauty, bathed in the soft, silver light of the moon. Rolling hills and meadows stretched out as far as the eye could see, their contours bathed in shades of shadow and silver.
In the distance, the silhouettes of towering trees stood sentinel against the night, their leafy branches reaching skyward in silent supplication to the stars above. The gentle rustle of leaves mingled with the faint whisper of the breeze, creating a symphony of sound that echoed through the stillness of the night.
