The Victims of Pinocchio

By Aaron Abilene

What if Pinocchio wasn't the nice little boy that you were told he was? A mind bending story of Pinocchio as time traveling and fighting his evil serial killer self and a lot more. It's part horror part fantasy part scifi. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Abilene
• Release date: Oct 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9798215916124

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The Victims of Pinocchio

Aaron Abilene

Published by Aaron Abilene, 2021.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE VICTIMS OF PINOCCHIO

First edition. October 31, 2021.

Copyright © 2021 Aaron Abilene.

ISBN: 979-8215916124

Written by Aaron Abilene.

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The Victims of Pinocchio

The Victims of Pinocchio

Written by Aaron Abilene

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Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a puppet maker who created a wooden puppet named Pinocchio. The puppet maker wished that the puppet could become a real boy, so he wished upon a star, and to his surprise, it worked. Pinocchio became a real boy, but he wasn't like the other kids. He was made of wood, and his nose grew every e he told a lie.

The other kids in the town bullied Pinocchio for his differences. They called him names like Wooden Freak and Puppet Boy. Pinocchio had no friends, and he was always alone. This constant bullying took its toll on Pinocchio, and he decided to take matters into his own wooden hands.

One day, Pinocchio snapped. He couldn't take the bullying any longer, and he started killing the kids who bullied him. He made sure to make their deaths look like accidents, but he couldn't resist leaving a wooden puppet.

The wooden puppet sat in the corner of the abandoned toy shop, his strings tangled and his once-bright paint now chipped and faded. For years he had watched as children came and went, laughing and playing with the other toys, but never giving him a second glance. He had always been different, after all, not a real boy like they were.

But now, something had changed within him. A dark voice had whispered in his mind, telling him that he was better than those real children. That he could make them suffer, just as they had made him suffer.

And so, Pinocchio began his reign of terror. He would wait until nightfall, when the streets were empty and the only sounds were the soft hum of streetlights and his own wooden footsteps. He would sneak up behind his victims, his wooden limbs creaking and groaning, and strike them down with relentless precision.

The police were baffled by the string of murders that plagued the city. They couldn't find any evidence as to the identity of the killer.

Bodies kept piling up all over the city. The townspeople lived in fear, afraid to leave their homes at night. Parents kept their children inside, warning them never to stray too far from home.

But Pinocchio was always one step ahead of them. He knew the town like the back of his hand, and he could move around undetected. He reveled in the fear that he caused, enjoying the power he held over the terrified citizens.

As the body count rose, the police began to realize that this was no ordinary killer. The murders were too calculated, too precise. They knew they were dealing with a mastermind, someone who knew how to stay one step ahead.

But even as they searched for the killer, Pinocchio continued his reign of terror. He knew that eventually, he would be caught. But until then, he would revel in the fear he caused, and take pleasure in the knowledge that he was more than just a wooden boy. He was a monster.It wasn't long before the townsfolk began to whisper about a cursed puppet, one that was exacting revenge on those who had wronged him. Parents warned their children to steer clear of any old toys, and the local toy shop was forced to close down due to lack of business.

Pinocchio revelled in the fear he had created. He would sit in the darkness, admiring his handiwork, feeling powerful and in control. But for all his cunning and bloodshed, there was still a part of him that longed to be a real boy.

One day, Pinocchio overheard a conversation between two police officers, who were discussing the possibility of catching the killer by setting a trap. Pinocchio knew he had to be careful, but the thought of finally being free of his wooden body was too tempting to resist.

He took the bait, and found himself surrounded by police officers, their guns trained on him. But before they could take him into custody he slipped into hiding.For weeks, Pinocchio remained in hiding, moving from place to place, evading the police at every turn. He knew that eventually they would catch up to him, but he couldn't bring himself to turn himself in. He had tasted freedom, and the thought of going back to being a puppet was unbearable.

Finally, one night, Pinocchio found himself backed into a corner. The police had tracked him down to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. They had him surrounded, and there was no way out.

Pinocchio knew that this was it. He closed his eyes, waiting for the police to storm in and take him away. But instead, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. His body began to tremble, and he felt a warmth spread through him.

When he opened his eyes, he gasped in shock. His wooden body was gone, replaced by flesh and bone. He flexed his fingers, marveling at how they moved. He looked at himself in disbelief.

Pinocchio knew he had to be more careful now. The police were onto him, and he couldn't risk getting caught. He spent the next few weeks hiding in the shadows, always on the move, never staying in one place for too long.

As he moved through the city, Pinocchio began to feel a nagging guilt. He had killed so many innocent people, and for what? To satisfy a twisted desire for revenge? He knew that he needed to stop, to turn himself in and face the consequences of his actions.

But could he really do it? Could he give up the power and control that he had held for so long? Pinocchio wasn't sure. He was torn between his desire for redemption and his fear of losing everything he had gained.

In the end, it was a young girl who changed everything. As Pinocchio was hiding in an alley, trying to avoid detection, he saw a small girl crying in the street. She had lost her teddy bear.

Pinocchio felt a pang of guilt. He had caused so much pain and suffering, but this little girl had done nothing to him. He approached her, offering to help her find her teddy bear.

Together, they searched the streets, and Pinocchio felt a strange warmth spreading through him as he watched the girl's face light up with joy when they finally found the teddy bear. It was as if something inside him had shifted, and he realized that there was more to life than power and control.

He turned himself in to the police, confessing to all the murders he had committed. The townspeople were shocked and horrified, but Pinocchio didn't care. All he wanted was to make amends for what he had done.

He was sentenced to life in prison, but Pinocchio didn't mind. He had finally learned the true meaning of being a real boy, and he knew that he had taken the first step towards redemption.

Pinocchio's heart ached at the sight of the girl's tears. He knew what it was like to feel alone and lost. Without thinking, he walked up to her and handed her his own teddy bear.

The girl's face lit up with joy, and she hugged the teddy bear tightly. Pinocchio felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling he had never experienced before. It was a feeling of pure, unbridled kindness.

It was in that moment that Pinocchio made his decision. He knew what he had to do. He turned himself in to the police, confessing to all the murders he had committed. He knew that he would face harsh punishment, but he was ready to accept it.

As he sat in his cell, waiting for his trial, Pinocchio felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he had done the right thing, that he had made amends for his past mistakes. And as he looked back on everything he had done he realized that he had no reason to be guilty because he's not the monster. The real people are the monsters.

The trial was swift, and Pinocchio was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. But he didn't mind. He had found something much more valuable than his freedom. He had found redemption.

Years went by, and Pinocchio spent his days in prison, reflecting on his past mistakes and trying to make amends. He became known as the model prisoner, always willing to help his fellow inmates and never causing trouble.

And then, one day, Pinocchio received a visitor. It was the girl whose teddy bear he had given away all those years ago. She was all grown up now, with a husband and children of her own.

As she looked at Pinocchio, tears in her eyes, he could see the forgiveness in her gaze. She had come to thank him for what he had done, for turning himself in and