・❥・ No spoilers here so enjoy :)

In the aftermath of an encounter with danger, you found yourself a survivor, thanks to the intervention of an unexpected savior – a blue-eyed puppet with freckles. The events unfolded in the outskirts of Krat, where danger lurked, and the puppet, reminiscent of the classic character Pinocchio, appeared just in time to shield you from harm.

With an innate sense of survival, the puppet guided you through the perilous landscape, navigating the treacherous terrain with an agility that defied its wooden exterior. The freckles on its face gave it a human touch, and its piercing blue eyes exuded an unusual warmth, betraying an unexpected depth of emotion.

As you both embarked on the journey back to Hotel Krat for safety, a silent understanding developed between you and your puppet companion. The bond forged in the face of adversity created a unique connection, transcending the conventional boundaries that separated humans from puppets.

In the months that followed, Hotel Krat became a sanctuary where the two of you sought refuge from the uncertainties of the outside world. The hotel, with its welcoming ambiance, provided a backdrop for the evolving relationship between you and the puppet that had become your protector and guide.

The connection deepened with each passing day. Shared glances turned into silent conversations, and the puppet's gestures spoke volumes about the unspoken bond that had formed. Despite the differences in your nature, a sense of understanding and companionship blossomed, defying the norms of the puppet-human dynamic.

The transition from mere companionship to something more profound was gradual but inevitable. Pinocchio, with his freckled face and expressive blue eyes, became a confidant and, eventually, a lover. The warmth of shared moments, the tenderness of unspoken gestures, and the genuine care that emanated from Pinocchio created an atmosphere where love transcended the conventional boundaries.

Hotel Krat, once a refuge, now became a witness to the love story that unfolded between you and the puppet. The wooden exterior concealed a heart that beat with a rhythm that resonated with your own. The months spent in each other's company allowed for a unique connection that defied societal norms, celebrating the beauty of an unexpected and unconventional love story. Beneath the protective branches of the willow tree, the puppet and the survivor found solace, and in each other's arms, they discovered a love that surpassed the constraints of wooden limbs and human hearts.

The atmosphere in Hotel Krat felt charged with a mix of tension and concern as the day unfolded. The blue-eyed puppet, your savior and companion, returned to the hotel looking markedly different from the usual composed and freckled character you were accustomed to. Today, the beauty in his blue eyes was dimmed, his long brown hair tousled and messy, and an air of exhaustion clung to him like a heavy cloak.

The journey had clearly taken a toll, evident in the small injuries that adorned his wooden frame. His eyes, usually bright and expressive, now carried the weight of fatigue. The other survivors in the hotel discreetly took note of the puppet's distressed appearance, exchanging hushed glances but refraining from vocalizing their concerns.

Despite the weariness etched across Pinocchio's features, he navigated through the lobby with a quiet determination. The wooden joints moved with a unique grace that bespoke resilience and an unwavering commitment to protect and guide. The usual cheerfulness seemed momentarily muted, and the survivors couldn't help but notice the stark contrast to his usual lively demeanor.

Pinocchio, undeterred by the curious glances around him, made his way upstairs. The wooden steps creaked beneath his feet, echoing the somber atmosphere that seemed to follow him. As he reached the door to the room you both shared, a collective hush fell over the onlookers.

Meanwhile, inside the room, you sat in a chair engrossed in a book, unaware of Pinocchio's return. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the pages as you turned them, engrossed in the world within the written words. The room, usually a haven of shared moments, held an air of anticipation as Pinocchio entered.

The door creaked open, and there stood Pinocchio, his blue eyes meeting yours with a mixture of weariness and relief. The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, as if acknowledging the weight of the journey he had undertaken. Pinocchio's gaze met yours, and a silent understanding passed between you two.

Wordlessly, Pinocchio made his way toward you, and you closed the book, setting it aside. The chair creaked slightly as you stood, the quiet acknowledgment of his return filling the room. The shared space, once filled with the echoes of laughter and love, now held the unspoken tension of the challenges faced beyond the safety of Hotel Krat.

As you approached Pinocchio, the weariness in his eyes met the warmth of your gaze. The small injuries on his wooden frame became more apparent as you drew near. Without uttering a single word, you reached out to him, offering comfort and support in the silent language that had developed between you and the puppet who had become more than just a companion – he had become a lover, a protector, and a beloved presence in your life.

Witnessing Pinocchio's drained and tired expression, your immediate response was one of concern and care. The book you had been engrossed in was set aside without hesitation as you rose from the chair. Gently cupping his face in your hands, your eyes scanned over the small injuries that marred his wooden features. Although these were minor and didn't necessitate immediate repair, the exhaustion etched on his face spoke volumes.

Guiding Pinocchio toward the shared bed in the room, you recognized the need for a moment of reprieve. The bed, usually a place of shared intimacy and comfort, now became a sanctuary where you could tend to his weariness.

From a small box tucked away nearby, you retrieved homemade band-aids adorned with whimsical cat designs. The small feline motifs had become a personal touch in your attempts to make the wooden puppet feel more human. The cat designs were a nod to both his love for the feline creatures and the desire to bridge the gap between his wooden form and the warmth of human touch.

Gently, you began to affix the homemade band-aids to the minor injuries on Pinocchio's frame. Each cat-shaped bandage was placed with a delicate touch, not just as a means of physical healing but also as a symbolic gesture of care and affection. The room, usually filled with shared laughter and joy, now resonated with a quieter intimacy as you tended to the wounds – both visible and invisible – that he had acquired on his journey.

The subtle sounds of the room became a backdrop to this tender moment – the creaking of the bed as you both shifted, the gentle rustle of the cat bandages being unwrapped, and the comforting silence that enveloped the space. Pinocchio, with his eyes focused on you, expressed gratitude and relief through the silent language that had become an integral part of your connection.

As you continued to care for him, the bond between you and Pinocchio deepened. The cat bandages, with their playful designs, mirrored the love and thoughtfulness that had woven your lives together. In this shared moment, beneath the protective branches of the willow tree, the puppet and the survivor found solace, and in each other's company, they discovered a love that transcended the boundaries of wood and flesh.

With the medkit set aside, you turned your attention to another act of tender care. Retrieving a brush from the nightstand, a tool that had seen little use since the Puppet Frenzy, you moved to sit behind Pinocchio. The atmosphere in the room shifted from the clinical to the intimate, as the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm and comforting light on the scene.

Pinocchio, still showing signs of weariness, allowed himself to be guided into a sitting position. His long, messy brown hair, usually a testament to the trials he faced in the outside world, awaited the gentle touch of the brush. As you began to run the bristles through his locks, the room seemed to settle into a tranquil rhythm.

The brush glided through Pinocchio's hair, untangling the knots and smoothing out the disheveled strands. The repetitive motion carried with it a soothing quality, a gentle act of care that went beyond the physical act of grooming. It became a silent expression of comfort and reassurance, a way to alleviate the fatigue that lingered in the wooden joints.

The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost as the brush moved through Pinocchio's hair, each stroke carrying with it a quiet tenderness. The room was filled with the hushed sounds of the brush, the occasional creaking of the bed, and the soft sighs of relaxation that escaped Pinocchio.

In the midst of this simple yet profound act, the bond between you and Pinocchio deepened. The shared experiences, the trials faced together, and the moments of vulnerability forged a connection that transcended the limitations of wood and human flesh. As the brush continued its gentle dance through Pinocchio's hair, a sense of peace settled over the room, creating a sanctuary where the weariness of the outside world momentarily faded away.

Under the protective branches of the willow tree, the puppet and the survivor shared a moment of quiet intimacy, where the act of brushing away the physical remnants of the day became a symbol of the unspoken love that had grown between them. In the soft glow of the lamp, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of their shared space, the puppet and the survivor found solace in the simplicity of caring for one another.

As you continued to brush Pinocchio's long, messy brown hair, your arms naturally found their way around him in a comforting embrace. The gentle strokes of the brush were complemented by the warmth of your hug, creating a cocoon of tenderness in the room. The soft murmurs of praise and affection slipped from your lips, words that held a special place in Pinocchio's heart.

The praise, a simple yet powerful act, had a transformative effect on the puppet. It was his favorite form of affirmation, a source of reassurance that transcended the physical realm. The genuine words of appreciation served as a balm for the weariness he carried, a reminder that his efforts and sacrifices were not only noticed but cherished.

In response to your embrace and kind words, Pinocchio turned around, his wooden joints moving with a fluid grace that belied the usual rigidity of his form. With a gentle yet decisive motion, he pulled you into his lap, creating an intimate space where the shared care and affection could flourish.

Seated in his lap, you continued to brush his hair, the repetitive motion maintaining a soothing rhythm. Pinocchio, with his blue eyes fixed on you, expressed his gratitude not just through words but through the silent language that had become an intrinsic part of your connection.

The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, became a haven where the complexities of the outside world melted away. The brush became an extension of the shared moments, the physical and emotional care intertwined in a dance of tenderness. The puppet and the survivor, now seated intimately, found solace in the familiarity of their shared space and the unspoken language of love that flowed between them.

Under the protective branches of the willow tree, the puppet and the survivor continued to create a narrative that went beyond the limitations of wood and flesh. In the quiet sanctuary of the room, the act of brushing Pinocchio's hair became more than just a routine—it was a symbol of the deepening connection and the enduring love that had grown between two souls navigating the challenges of Hotel Krat and the Puppet Frenzy.

As the soft strokes of the brush continued through Pinocchio's hair, a tranquil atmosphere enveloped the room. The warmth of your embrace and the gentle hum of comforting words set the stage for a conversation that went beyond the physical care. With the puppet now holding you close in his lap, there was a sense of shared vulnerability and intimacy that spoke volumes about the depth of your connection.

Breaking the silence, you began to speak, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet space. Your words, carefully chosen, carried a weight of sincerity and love. "Pinocchio," you started, your fingers still running through his hair, "I want you to know how much you are loved and valued. No matter what choices you make, no matter the path you decide to take, I'll always be here for you."

The room seemed to absorb the significance of your words, the sentiment hanging in the air like a soft echo. Pinocchio's blue eyes, normally expressive, conveyed a mix of gratitude and warmth. Your acknowledgment and acceptance of him, irrespective of his decisions, touched a chord within the puppet.

"I respect you, Pinocchio," you continued, your voice unwavering, "and I believe that you should be able to decide your own fate. I'll always support you in whatever choices you make because you deserve to have agency over your life."

The affirmation of his autonomy and the unconditional support you offered made Pinocchio's wooden heart swell with emotion. The warmth emanating from your words seeped through the very core of his being, creating a sense of security and acceptance that he had seldom experienced before.

In response, Pinocchio tightened his hold around you, the wood of his arms offering a comforting embrace. The quiet sanctuary of the room became a sacred space where vulnerability and love coexisted. The puppet, who had faced countless trials and challenges, found solace in the genuine support and understanding you provided.

The rhythmic brushing of his hair continued, a physical manifestation of the emotional care being exchanged in that intimate moment. Under the protective branches of the willow tree, you and Pinocchio forged a connection that went beyond the surface—a bond that celebrated individual agency, accepted flaws, and embraced the complexities of love.

As you shared these words of affirmation and support, the room seemed to hold its breath, savoring the beauty of a connection that defied the boundaries of wood and flesh. In that moment, the puppet and the survivor found strength in each other, weaving a narrative of love and acceptance in the quiet haven of Hotel Krat.

The words you shared, expressing your unconditional love and support, resonated deeply within Pinocchio. The warmth of your embrace, the reassurance in your voice, and the gentle strokes of the brush created a safe space where the puppet felt he could truly be himself.

Unlike the constant pressure to impress Geppetto with high expectations and conform to predefined roles, Pinocchio found a sanctuary in your presence. The weight of societal expectations lifted in the comfort of your understanding, allowing him to shed the veneer of perfection and embrace the authenticity that lay beneath the wooden exterior.

Your willingness to stand by him, regardless of the choices he made, touched Pinocchio in a profound way. The realization that he could carve his own path without the burden of external judgment or unattainable expectations allowed him to breathe freely for the first time.

As you continued to express your unwavering support, Pinocchio's blue eyes, usually filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty, now held a profound sense of gratitude. The bond between you and the puppet became a haven where authenticity was not only accepted but celebrated.

In that moment, Pinocchio silently vowed to cherish the gift of your support. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, witnessed a pivotal chapter in his journey. He understood that your love transcended the complexities of his wooden existence, offering a haven where he could explore his identity and make decisions free from the weight of expectations.

The brush continued its gentle journey through his hair, each stroke reinforcing the love and acceptance that permeated the room. Pinocchio held you close, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the sanctuary you provided—one where he could be truly himself, unburdened by the expectations of others.

Under the protective branches of the willow tree, the puppet and the survivor shared a moment that would forever be etched in the fabric of their connection. Your support became a beacon of light in Pinocchio's journey, guiding him toward a newfound sense of self-discovery and genuine happiness. In the embrace of your love, he found the courage to be authentic and embraced the promise of a future where he could define his own destiny.

As the rhythmic brushing of Pinocchio's hair continued, the room settled into a serene tranquility. The care and intimacy of the moment had created a connection that transcended the physical and embraced the emotional. Feeling a sense of contentment and peace, you both decided to transition from the upright position to fully laying down on the shared bed.

With a shared understanding, you and Pinocchio moved together, finding a comfortable position where the bed became a haven of warmth and closeness. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle light on the two figures nestled under the protective branches of the willow tree.

Laying down side by side, the cares of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by a comforting quietude. The brush, now set aside, served as a reminder of the tender moments shared, the small acts of care that spoke volumes about the depth of your connection.

As you both settled into the bed, the air became infused with a sense of serenity. The sounds of the night, the rustling leaves, and the distant murmur of other survivors in Hotel Krat created a soothing backdrop to the shared space you inhabited.

In the intimate closeness, you and Pinocchio embraced each other, feeling the warmth and comfort that emanated from the connection you had forged. The worries and trials of the outside world became distant echoes as you entered a shared realm, where the simplicity of being close to each other brought a profound sense of peace.

Cuddling together, the moments of the day were distilled into a quiet symphony of shared breaths and the soft rustle of fabric. The lines between puppet and human blurred in the sanctuary of the bed, as you and Pinocchio found solace in the quiet companionship that extended beyond words.

As the night unfolded beneath the willow tree, you and Pinocchio prepared to drift into a peaceful slumber, carried by the gentle currents of the shared moments and the unwavering love that bound you together. Under the soft embrace of the night, the puppet and the survivor found comfort in each other's arms, ready to welcome the dreams that awaited in the realm of sleep.

・❥・In the game P is constantly running around and fighting so this chapter was just giving him the break he deserves