an~ thanks again to rainbowofsmiles for her many ideas! they're why im this far. ive got 3, then unless someone wants to give me more suggestions, ill try my hand at puckabrina. see, i don't think im very good at writing puckabrina oneshots, so i try and avoid them.
When Geppetto had wished upon a star, all those years ago, he'd had no idea the affect it would have on him. He'd just wanted some company, and here he'd ended up with a son. A son made of wood, on top of that.
And Pinocchio just couldn't stop getting into trouble. He'd gone searching for him dozens of times, found him, and he'd just gotten lost again. Then he picked the worst time ever to get lost.
They'd been ready to leave, start a new life, be normal people again, and just as they were about to go, he disappeared again. Geppetto had tried so hard to get the boat to stop, but Wilhelm hadn't been able to. So they had gone to the new world without him. And, just as he'd been about to go search for his son, the barrier had been put up.
The nest thing he'd tried was the stars. They'd worked once, why shouldn't they work again? But they didn't. He'd lost his son forever, it seemed.
He lost faith in the stars that day. He decided that he would never wish on one again. They never did what they were supposed to. He'd thought that Pinocchio had been a result of the stars, but it had been a freak occurrence. The blue fairy had just happened to be there, and overheard his wish. He lost faith in everything when Pinocchio was gone. The world was a bleak place; sometimes he didn't even feel like he could go on.