Pinocchio was a doll, obviously. Everything about him was just a bit off. His eyes were doe like and glossy, his hair didn’t seem natural, his limbs had clear ball joints, and, most of all, he seemed very robotic in personality.

Pinocchio was awkwardly reading a book with a puzzled face as his expression, and he looked up at you.

Pinocchio, with the same blank expression he always had, opened his mouth and quietly gasped. He sighed.

“Could you help me understand..?”