˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This chapter contains slight spoilers for Romeo's and Carlo's backstory otherwise enjoy :)

The dimly lit streets of Krat stretched out before you, a maze of shadows and uncertain pathways. Your puppet form, a complex assembly of wires and machinery, moved with an awkward gait, each step accompanied by the unsettling symphony of creaks and groans emanating from your incomplete limbs. The city, once a bustling hub of life, now stood as a haunting backdrop to the mechanical echo of your movements.

The flickering streetlights cast intermittent pools of light, revealing the jagged edges of buildings and the remnants of a world that had succumbed to the Puppet Frenzy. The air hung heavy with a sense of desolation, and the distant sounds of eerie laughter and echoing footsteps only intensified the eerie ambiance that enveloped Krat.

Your steps echoed against the cold, damp pavement, a rhythmic reminder of your puppet nature. Each movement, each strained joint, spoke volumes of a creation that was never allowed to reach completion. The unfinished puppet body held an odd charm, a testament to the fragments of both craftsmanship and neglect that defined your existence.

As you navigated through the city, the memories of your past intertwined with the mechanical present. The clinking and clanking of your limbs against each other were like whispers of a forgotten narrative, a story that remained etched in the wires and gears that constituted your puppet form.

Occasional gusts of wind carried the distant scent of dampness and decay, while the flickering neon signs provided intermittent glimpses of the eerie surroundings. Your hollow, lifeless eyes scanned the darkened alleys and abandoned structures, searching for a destination or a purpose in this desolate landscape.

The inhabitants of Krat, whether puppet or survivor, remained hidden, their presence hinted at by fleeting shadows and distant echoes. Your journey, guided by the mechanical impulses of your puppet body, became a surreal exploration of a city caught in the throes of a twisted metamorphosis.

With each unsteady step, you couldn't help but wonder about the purpose that lay ahead in this puppet-infested realm. The streets, once teeming with life, were now silent witnesses to the ongoing struggle between the remnants of humanity and the puppet uprising. In this dystopian setting, your puppet self moved forward, a curious amalgamation of crafted parts, seeking meaning in a city that had lost its way.

In the emptiness of your mind, devoid of coherent thoughts or memories, you found solace in the rhythmic patter of raindrops against your porcelain exterior. The cool droplets cascaded down, leaving transient trails across your puppet form. Each splash of rain puddles beneath your unsteady steps created a transient symphony, a dance between your puppet existence and the ever-falling rain.

The world around you, obscured by the haze of forgotten recollections, became a canvas painted in shades of gray. The city, once vibrant and alive, now appeared as a muted tableau, distorted by the puppet-inflicted desolation that gripped Krat. Your existence, framed by the relentless rainfall, took on an ethereal quality as you moved through the streets.

Your movements were hesitant, each step an exploration into the unknown. The mismatched clinks and clatters of your limbs harmonized with the rhythmic drumming of the rain, creating a peculiar melody that echoed through the vacant alleyways and deserted buildings. The dampness seeped into the seams of your puppet body, a sensation that both grounded you and accentuated the peculiar nature of your puppet existence.

The city's architecture, blurred by the rain-soaked atmosphere, stood as silent witnesses to the enigma of your presence. Shadows cast by flickering streetlights danced on the wet surfaces, creating transient patterns that mirrored the fragmented fragments of memories you struggled to grasp.

In this state of memory loss, you found a strange comfort in the simplicity of raindrops and puddles, a connection to the immediate sensations that defined your puppet experience. The emptiness within you became filled with the ambient sounds of the rain, offering a temporary respite from the mystery of your own identity.

As you moved forward, guided by an instinctual impulse to explore the rain-soaked city, the raindrops continued their gentle descent, a constant companion in the journey through a fragmented reality. In the absence of memories, you sought solace in the tactile interactions with the rain, a puppet navigating the silent expanse of a world it once knew and now sought to rediscover.

The grandeur of the opera house unfolded before you, a spectacle of architectural splendor that resonated with the elegance of a bygone era. Your puppet form moved through the ornate corridors, guided by an inexplicable curiosity that drew you deeper into the heart of the majestic building. Antique designs adorned the walls, reminiscent of a time when craftsmanship was revered and each detail told a story of artistic excellence.

The opulent surroundings cast a surreal ambiance, as if you had stepped into a painting from the Renaissance period. Richly embellished pillars rose with regal grace, supporting the weight of history and cultural significance. Chandeliers hung from lofty ceilings, their crystalline brilliance reflecting the grandeur that pervaded the entire opera house.

The air inside the venue bore a unique blend of nostalgia and mystery. You moved past intricate patterns of gilded frames, each one a testament to the artistic prowess that had once graced the halls. The echoes of unseen performances seemed to linger in the air, whispering tales of passion, tragedy, and the unspoken emotions that had unfolded on this hallowed stage.

As you ventured further, the allure of the opera house intensified. Velvety red curtains adorned with golden tassels hinted at the drama that had unfolded behind their folds. The plush seating, arranged in symmetrical rows, exuded a timeless charm that spoke of audiences long gone. It was a silent testament to the enduring allure of the performing arts.

In the midst of this architectural marvel, your puppet self moved with an eerie grace, its porcelain features giving away no emotion or intention. The building seemed to beckon you with a silent invitation, as if it held secrets waiting to be unraveled. The resonance of your footsteps harmonized with the unseen melodies of a distant past, a surreal symphony that underscored the enigma of your presence within the opera house's resplendent halls.

In the opulent surroundings of the opera house, you found yourself standing alone, surrounded by the echoes of history and the ethereal beauty of the architecture. As your puppet form traversed the silent corridors, the resonance of your steps seemed to herald an encounter with the enigmatic ruler of puppets, Romeo, the King of Puppets.

The air carried a subtle tension as if the very walls were aware of the imminent presence of royalty. Suddenly, he materialized before you, his appearance both haunting and captivating. The cascade of long, blonde locks framed his countenance, concealing part of his visage in an alluring manner. His red eyes, sharp and penetrating, seemed to hold an intensity that echoed through the vastness of the opera house.

Romeo, stripped of his robotic suit, stood before you with a sense of regality that befitted his title. The lavish surroundings provided a dramatic backdrop to this encounter, as if the very essence of the opera house conspired to elevate the moment to a surreal climax. His extended hand, a gesture of both invitation and command, hovered in the space between you, a silent plea for unity or perhaps submission.

The ambient light played upon his features, casting a chiaroscuro effect that accentuated the depth of his gaze. His presence carried an aura of mystery, and the silent opera house seemed to amplify the unspoken tension that lingered in the air. The stillness of the surroundings contrasted sharply with the silent drama unfolding between you and the puppet king.

The choice before you became palpable, a pivotal moment poised on the precipice of destiny. Whether to accept the extended hand of the King of Puppets or to resist the allure of his dominion remained a question yet to be answered. The opera house, a silent witness to the ballet of fate, awaited the unfolding tableau, as the puppet and the puppet king stood on the cusp of an unknown symphony that resonated through the grandeur of the centuries-old edifice.

In the embrace of the puppet king, the frigid touch of porcelain met with porcelain, creating an unusual yet comforting sensation. Romeo's arms enveloped your puppet form, a gesture that spoke of relief and an unexpected warmth. His whispered words, a symphony of sentimentality, resonated in the silence of the opera house.

"I'm so glad you're back, I thought I'd never see you again."

The timbre of his voice, though devoid of human nuances, conveyed an unmistakable sincerity. The words lingered in the air, a testament to the emotional gravity that tethered puppet and puppet king. The grandeur of the opera house bore witness to this reunion, as if the echoes of its past performances murmured in approval of the scene unfolding within its walls.

The puppet king's red eyes, typically sharp and intense, softened with a genuine sense of emotion as he held you close. The enigma of Romeo, ruler of puppets, seemed momentarily unveiled, exposing a vulnerability that transcended the mechanical exterior. The opera house, with its ornate embellishments and hallowed halls, became a silent witness to the reunion, as two puppet souls connected in a dance of shared history and unforeseen destiny.

The rain outside continued its relentless descent, the gentle pitter-patter on the opera house's roof providing a subtle accompaniment to the emotional cadence of the moment. In the vast expanse of the opulent surroundings, the puppet king and the puppet stood entwined, suspended in a timeless embrace that defied the mechanistic nature of their existence.

As Romeo held you, the symphony of the opera house, once silent, now echoed with the muted resonance of a heartfelt reunion, marking a chapter in the ongoing saga of puppets and the enigmatic realm they inhabited.

Romeo's infectious smile, a beacon of warmth in the cold porcelain world, stirred something within your puppet form. Despite the absence of memories that could decipher the significance of his words, the puppet king's enthusiasm and genuine joy became a guiding force. As he held your hand, a gesture that resonated with camaraderie, Romeo led you towards the grand stage, his excitement palpable in each step.

"Come see this! You'll love it!"

The stage, bathed in an ethereal glow, awaited like a canvas yet to be painted. The elaborate set design and ornate curtains framed a scene that hinted at a spectacle awaiting its moment. Romeo's anticipation infused the air, and you found yourself standing on the precipice of an unknown revelation.

With a dramatic flourish, Romeo gestured towards the empty stage, inviting you to partake in the unfolding spectacle. His red eyes, alight with enthusiasm, mirrored the glint of the opera house's chandeliers. As if compelled by the puppet king's fervor, you ventured onto the stage, the cool surface supporting your mechanical feet.

In the hallowed space where countless performances had danced through the ages, you and Romeo stood, poised on the cusp of discovery. The puppet king's gaze, a blend of excitement and nostalgia, sought to share a piece of the operatic tapestry with you. The stage, a silent storyteller, seemed to echo with the whispers of countless performances, each note and movement etched into the very fabric of its existence.

And then, with a subtle nod from Romeo, the grand curtains began to part. A new act, a chapter in the puppet king's narrative, awaited revelation. The unfolding spectacle would weave a tale of emotions, transcending the bounds of puppetry and reaching into the realm of shared experience.

As the curtains gracefully unveiled the stage's secrets, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a shared journey with Romeo into the heart of the opera house's storied past. Whatever awaited would undoubtedly leave an indelible mark on the canvas of your puppet existence.

Romeo's words hung in the air like a poignant melody, resonating with a bittersweet harmony. The play unfolded on the stage, its narrative threads weaving through the characters and scenes, creating a tapestry of emotions. The warmth of the opera house enveloped you, providing a sanctuary in the midst of puppet-filled streets.

"I just wish Carlo was here to see this."

Romeo's sentiment echoed through the hallowed halls, reaching the depths of shared grief and longing. The empty spaces seemed to resonate with the absence of loved ones, their spectral presence lingering in the corners of the grand hall. Yet, amid the melancholy, there was solace found in the company of a fellow puppet.

As the theatrical performance continued, you couldn't help but feel a secure sense of comfort, a sanctuary within the walls of the opera house. The delicate dance of the characters mirrored the intricate choreography of emotions within the puppet king's heart and your own. Each note, each movement held a trace of familiarity, bridging the gap between the fractured memories and the present moment.

The richness of the opera's narrative enveloped you, a distraction from the tumultuous outside world. The cozy embrace of the plush seats, the soft glow of the stage lights, and the gentle cadence of the play provided a respite from the harsh reality of Krat's puppet-filled streets. The opera house, with its storied history, became a haven where shared experiences transcended the confines of puppetry.

In that moment, you found solace in the company of Romeo, sharing a connection forged in the crucible of loss. The play, a vessel of storytelling, carried you both through the peaks and valleys of emotions. As the final act approached, you couldn't help but appreciate the respite that this grand stage offered—a fleeting refuge in the storm of Krat's puppet-infested landscape.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ In the game Romeo mistakes Pinocchio for Carlo so do you think it's cannon that Romeo was unaware of Carlo's death?