#Lumpytouch

[alenthe0neguy]

what m0tivati0n d0es t0 a man

[starryayy]

This is probably my favourite Detective drawing so far!! ^_^ I love how this turned out.

[thatoneweirdowhoknowstoomuch]

HOLY SHIT ODLAW'S (Techically it's Who's Waldo, but who cares-) IN LUMPY TOUCH WALDO-

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

Is anyone into Lumpytouch’s where’s Waldo series

[mercuryrevenant]

hes so

[the-tomcat-disposable]

Me and Mr Wolf

Did anyone order a possessive Waldo fic? No? Well I'll feed it the the 10 people in the ltww fandom then.

Summary: the detective gets kidnapped and Waldo did not like that (based on @nami-ramen's super epic art in this post, and the title is a reference to this song)

TW: brutual cane murder, kidnapping, possessiveness, unhealthy relationship

Where were they? It had been about an hour since the game had begun, and Waldo couldn't feel the detective's presence at all. Waldo had seen the detective clock into work, then begin scanning the crowd for him, and now... Where were they? If they were playing, he would know from the scent of their anticipation or fear, which he couldn't smell at all.

It typically took the detective far less than an hour to find him... unless they've somehow relaxed while on the job...? No, that's not very typical of the detective. Waldo knew something was wrong, and he was worried— for the first time in a long while, he was worried.

This detective was special to him, because they were not like their predecessors. They were surprisingly clever and played his game as it was intended (well, for the most part). If his detective got offed, then it would be a long while until he found another just like him, and that's not a risk he dared to take.

His detective was missing, and he would find the cause of this disruption if had to slaughter his way through. Where to start? Well, he knew that the detective was handling a couple different cases on top of his recently, though he never cared to pay attention to other criminals as long as they weren't disrupting what he and his detective had. That might be a good start.

He twirled his cane and appeared inside the detective's office, with folders stacked neatly on their desk and a cold cup of coffee that was still mostly full. Waldo skimmed through his open case files first, just to chuckle about how little was truly known about him— some of the text was crossed out or annotated in red ink, and the detective was correct about most things. Flattering, but that's not what he was here for. He picked up the opened envelope underneath it, noting the name of the suspect. They were said to be aggressive and had a history of harassing his detective before they were assigned to Waldo's case. Well, this just won't do.

"Hm... this guy is horrible at cleaning up evidence. Captured multiple times?!" Waldo scoffed. One page even stated this lowly crook kidnapped their rivals and and took them to a shipping container on the outskirts of town to torture them for information. That answered his question of where the detective was. The police around here must really suck if they keep letting this idiot get away when they know this much about him... well, he'll make sure to take one no good scum off their hands for good, and the detective will get the pleasure of having a front row seat!

Waldo grabbed the detective's coffee and downed it in seconds (what? They weren't going to finish it now, and it was wasteful to leave it here), and spun his cane.

'Stay alive, detective, our game will not end like this.'

...

The detective woke with a headache, groaning as they tried to rub their head, but their hands were stuck behind them. Ah... they remember. One second they were searching the crowd for Waldo, and then they were knocked out cold, and now they were bound to a metal chair in a shipping container. They knew exactly what happened now, as the figure of a suspect they had been attempting to put behind bars for a few days emerged walked towards the detective with a metal pipe in his hands and a gun on their belt.

The detective glanced around, with what little light the lousy excuse of a seemingly makeshift living quarter provided. This didn't seem to be a permanent home— just a place that this guy camped out in... for whatever reason.

"Start talking, detective. You know why I brought you here," the man threatened. With what little the detective could see of his face, he wasn't that intimidating. Certainly not as much as Waldo. They squirmed in an attempt to loosen the rope around their feet and hands, but to no avail, which earned the detective a hard whack to the gut.

"I wasn't aware there was a time limit to respond," the detective gasped out, then after catching his breath, asked, "what? Why did you bring me here? The only thing you'll get from this is another sentence, and it'll be longer with each attack."

"I want you to clear my name. Promise those assholes you work with that I've changed so I can be free, and I mean really free."

The detective glared at the man, weighing his options to determine which one would keep them alive while ensuring that this man would never see a glimpse of freedom. It was then that they felt a chilling and familiar presence from behind, the two sleeved wrapping around them from behind with a wooden cane in one confirmed their suspicions. One of Waldo's hands rose to lift the detective's chin, all too carefully for a vicious killer. It terrified the detective wonderfully.

"Would you care to explain this, detective?" Waldo questioned with a growl, "well, whatever the reason, this is unacceptable."

The man stumbled backwards, pulling his gun from its holster and pointing it at the detective's head. "You— I didn't see you come in! Stay back, they're mine!"

"Are they?" Waldo laughed wickedly, as his clones closed in from behind, mimicking his laughter, "because last time I checked, you're not their top priority! You're just some sloppy fool who wishes to be intimating," he spat.

Waldo's grip on his detective only tightened, as he tilted their head to watch the criminal, now circled by three Waldos, "watch, dear detective, and see what happens when our game is disturbed."

The detective's mouth opened to shout to leave the man alive, that the right way of punishing him would be to lock them up, to plead Waldo to show mercy, but all that came out was a cough of blood and a whine as the canes fell upon the criminal far too fast and viciously for the detective to keep up with.

By the time the body had stopped moving, Waldo had untied the detective, letting them stand up once the shock resided, though they collapsed to their knees and clutched their stomach not long after. They could already feel the massive bruise that's sure to form by tomorrow as they winced from the pain and wiped the blood from their lips. Waldo nodded to the clones, and each twirled their canes in sync and vanished like they were never there to begin with.

"You are my detective, you play my game," the freakishly tall figure commanded, pacing around front of the detective to lift their head with his cane. It was admittedly a beautiful sight to see the detective's face staring up at him, wanting so badly to make a sarcastic comment or ask questions, yet hesitating.

"Yes of course, this was totally unpredictable, right?" Waldo hit them in the chest with his cane— not too harsh, but enough to hurt just a little— and turned the handle towards the detective with a gesture for them to grab it. As soon as the detective had a good grip on it, he abruptly hoisted them up onto their feet with surprising strength, then hooking it around them briefly to steady them.

"You are damn lucky that idiot left plenty of evidence in his trail," Waldo hissed as he tapped his cane against the floor with a rhythm that mimicked a tsk-tsk-tsk, "and you're welcome for taking this problem off your hands. I expect you to be much more alert next time, dear detective."

The detective stared at Waldo, unsure if he deserved a thanks, electing to pat down their coak pocket for his— he stopped when the creature laughed and looked up. Waldo grinned mockingly and dangled the handcuffs that were in the detective's pockets the last time they checked.

"Did you think you could take this opportunity to arrest me, detective?" the faux human thing mocked, "that would ruin the fun, but oh how I admire your quick wit!" Waldo glared at the bloodied carcass on the floor, kicking it once before waving to the detective and teleporting to another location.

The detective groaned with frustration, searching for their phone, mumbling about how they hoped someone had noticed them missing besides Waldo. Thankfully, they still had their phone on them. They pondered on whether or not to call the police or their friend from the Science Division to give them a ride back to their office, and figured that this situation would likely be best explained with a second witness that they trusted to believe their story. While ringing him, they carefully watched their step as they stepped over the corpse.

The phone rang for a long time, and the detective started wondering if he would even answer. 'Damn it, pick up—"

"Hey, sorry for the sudden call but I got kidnapped— yes, I'm fine," the detective paused, "mostly— anyways, remember the shipping container— yes, that's the place. I'll explain when you get here. You're the only person who I'm sure will believe me. Plus, you know how to get the security tapes for the cameras."

...

Addendum:

Personally I hc the Science Division guy's name to be something that sounds (to me) like a lanky old man name such as Oswald or Arthur. I wanted to include this somewhere so I put it at the end.

@w4llyw4tch3rz asked to be tagged in the last fic a bit too late so they're being tagged in this one. Enjoy!

[randomreader92]

Lumpy has confirmed that Waldo considers it all "a game", which is why he allows others the chance to find him, but I haven't heard anything about what role he considers the Detective to be in the game.

@artmolonara @starryayy @alenthe0neguy @nami-ramen @itz-k1m1k0

[sh1zuk0-chan]

I was trying to draw this mf

[starryayyy]

Waldo isn’t the one being looked for anymore.

More versions under cut!!!

[endead-art]

24.) One shots no mod OST character (prompt)

[ask-mallory-and-detective]

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A Wheres Waldo (OC’s) ASK BLOG

Inbox: open

Rp: Of course.

Main Acc: @brewingcoffi

Rules and information undercut

>[Coding Character Selection..]

File_Name: [Mallory]

File_Name: [Detective]

>RULES

I won't do anything related to romance unless its with Detective. It’s not like I am against the impression of shipping and I don't mind jokes hinting at ships between specific characters too, I'm just not comfortable and don’t know how to RPing that sort of thing. no NSFW either for the same reason, but some NSFW jokes are always welcome. Just don’t overdo it, I don't want my ask blog to be filled with NSFW jokes all the time.

I'm willing to RP with other OC’s and crossover characters, Canon or not. But please DM or at least give me some info about them or the plot of the RP if you're using an au of these characters, before we start RPing, my knowledge of characters and you're OCs is limited. So, I might not get them all the time.

[NOTES AND SOURCES]

> OC/Canon Friendly, Crossover Friendly.

> I'm an minor

> A bit rusty on Roleplaying

> Can get overwhelmed easily, so please be patient!

> Responses will be replied with text and sometimes art like this!

[alenthe0neguy]

uhhh my like...2nd time writing a fic(I wr0te 0ne way in the past but it's ass and I f0rg0t abt it up until n0w...)

-——————_—{Chapter one!}—_——————-

it was later in the evening, the sun was setting, the detective was chasing after waldo, only following as he didn't really pay much attention to their surroundings as his striped foe led him into an abandoned building. waldo wasn't sure where he was going, only knowing the detective was hot on his tail as he ran. the detective had managed to grab his cane from him earlier so his main escape route was scrapped.

waldo continued to flee until he ran into a dead end, turning to face the detective with a nervous look on his face.

"ah!..it uh-..seems you've got me cornered, detective!.." waldo said, attempting to keep his composure, trying his best to think of a way out of this...

the detective stepped closer, reaching for his handcuffs with his free hand, his other occupied by firmly grasping his enemy's weapon and only true means of escape.

'Yeah. and this time you're not going to be getting awa-'

Waldo had suddenly pushed the detective away, him landing on a pile of rubble, which had something that was rather sharp as it jabbed him through his coat and left a small dot on his skin.

'GAH!-..What the?-' he'd try to look at what had poked him, but couldn't see the culprit in the pile of rocks and trash so he just thought it to be a shard of glass or a sharp pebble.

the detective swiftly got up, tossing waldo's cane off to the side as he sprinted at him, the detective punching waldo right in the eye, which started a fight between them.

they fought for quiet a while and as they fought, the detective paused, having to catch his breath. he suddenly felt...exhausted..? not really. it felt more like something else but he couldn't quiet think of the term. whatever it was he was feeling though, he was idle long enough for waldo to sneak around, grab his cane then teleport away, which caused the detective to regain his senses and attempt to catch the bastard before he got away to...no avail.

later on in the night he arrived home, just flopping down on the couch, falling asleep immediately, him not even really taking his coat off...hopefully he'll feel better in the morning...

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first chapter is pretty sh0rt

s0rry abt that

uh

I will try my best t0 make the 0thers ahead 0f this 0ne much l0nger if I'm able t0...

d0n't c0unt 0n it th0 since I have a fairly limited v0cab and I suck at writing💔

[starryayy]

My design for the Detective from Lumpytouch's Where's Waldo series!

Also just an oc! I love them so much and I hope you will too!

I might post more of them if you guys like them :o)

Honestly, even if this post doesn't get attention, I will post more of them!!

[mycherrycola]

ok in my first post talking about lumpytouch's series i mentioned i wanted to see odlaw make an appearance and i'll totally count this thumbnail as a wish granted xD

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

A Request

A lumpy touch where’s Waldo fic snipped, based off a post by @nami-ramen , if you guys like it, I’ll write more, (also nami this is what I wrote for your post, just as its own thing)

“It’s simple, really.” Waldo said, four smiles reflecting back at the detective. His doppelgängers waited patiently in the shadows, ready to move at a moments notice. “You have the power to stop this. You’ve always had the power.”

The detective shifted back and forth, eyes nervously darting to the doppelgängers and back. “Wh-What do you want? What do I have to do?”

The impossibly wide grin widened only further. Long, spiderlike pale fingers curled and uncurled on the cane handle, restless and anticipatory. “Be ours.”

…

The detectives heart skipped a beat. He stepped back reflexively, hands clutched to his chest as though burned. “I-I don’t understand.”

With snakelike movements, Waldo leaned in, stalking forward not unlike a snake watching a mouse it longs to devour, head kept still as his body moved. “We have wanted you for so long,” He said in a dangerously smooth, soothing voice. “To live with you, hold you, watch you, sleep beside you, let no one but us touch you,” The detectives skin prickled. “We want to live with you, in your home.”

Silence. The detective couldn’t have spoken if he’d wanted to. His mind was a whirl of racing, panicking symbols, cluttered and abstract images of mice in mousetraps, boiling frogs.

“In return,” Waldo said relishingly, “We will take very good care of you. Of your child-“

“You won’t touch Junior,” The detective blurted out, reflexively defending his baby. “I won’t let you-“

“You misunderstand me, detective. We won’t hurt you. We won’t hurt your baby. We’ll care for you…” his glasses gleamed. “Just as a good…. Friend…. Should.”

The detective didn’t like how he said ‘friend’. “How can I possibly trust you?”

Waldo tilted his head.

“You’re Right.” He said with a shrug. “You can’t. But do you know what you can trust, my dear?”

The detective stared him down. “What?”

“That for saying no, we will kill three times as much as before.”

The detective went pale. Stepped back again. “No.” He blurted. “No. No. You can’t do that.”

“Can’t we? We’re more than capable. You know we’ve been holding back.”

“But you-“

“So you do trust me. You trust I mean what I say.”

Fuck. He had him there.

He chewed the inside of his cheek till he tasted blood, curled and uncurled his fists in his trench coat pockets.

“You promise,” He began, “You promise not to kill anyone ever again.”

“We promise not to kill anyone as long as you are ours.” Waldo said, smiling.

“A-and, you won’t hurt Junior. You won’t hurt me-“

“We will take very good care of you. In fact, it’ll be the safest security investment you’ve ever made. You’ll sleep securely each night knowing no one will ever touch your child…” Waldo eyed him with a possessive air, and the detective was reminded of the time the coworker who had flirted with him after Wenda’s death had been found in so many pieces, they were nigh uncountable.

“…or you.” Waldo finished.

The detective took a breath. “Promise me. Say it out loud.”

Waldo chuckled. So did the doppelgängers. It reminded him of an adult snickering at the silly requests of a child.

“Oh my dear, we promise.” He offered his hand forward.

After a long moment of deliberation, the detective took it, intent on shaking.

Moments later, he was dragged into a tight and all encompassing hug, arms squeezing against him so tightly he couldn’t move, forced to shake along with the killer as his thin body was wracked with evil laughter.

————-

The detective looked wearily into the mirror. It was late. He hadn’t been sleeping well, for obvious reasons. Losing Wenda had seemed to age him ten years, despite him not even turning thirty yet. He’d seen a grey hair the other day. God help him.

He washed his face for the third time in the sink. Junior had long since gone to bed. He was in his pajamas, his teeth were brushed- he should have gone to sleep an hour ago.

He was putting it off, he knew it. He’d been putting it off all night, more than reluctant to go to his bedroom. He knew what was waiting there.

The thought of sleeping on the couch entered his mind, as did pulling an all nighter- but it wasn’t worth it. It wouldn’t change anything.

He sighed. Looked into the mirror again at the sad, lonely, pathetic widower he’d become.

Then he turned out the lights, and headed for the bedroom.

He couldn’t resist one last peek into Junior’s room, relieved to see it empty of anyone except for his baby. He closed the door again, steeling himself.

He trod down the hall. There were blank spots on the wallpaper where pictures had once been. They’d been removed, though not by him.

He waited outside the door for a moment, then forced himself to open it.

“What took you so long?” Waldo said, reclining on the bed. The other Waldo’s stood around it, waiting for him.

The detective made no response. Instead, fate accepted, he approached the bed silently, pulled back the covers, and got in.

That was the funny thing, he thought distantly as the thin, wiry arms encircled him. Two arms quickly became four, became six, then eight, as the rest joined in to hold him close. He’d used to sleep on the very edge of the bed, or the couch. Anything to put distance between him and them. It never worked. Somehow, he always ended up in their grip.

“Go to sleep, my dear. We’re all you need.” The breath made the hair on his neck stand up.

At the very least they’d kept their promise, he thought.

That was nice.

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Important notes about my detective design!

- They use they/he pronouns

- They have 3 designs. The first is episode 1-12, the second is after their wife died, the third is episode 13-16

- They're supposed to have a hat, but I can't draw it.