#barnaby: do you ever want to talk about your feelings wally?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

This one’s about your human au! What kinda life did Wally have before he met Barnaby? :c

no one knows <3

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

See my other Welcome Home work here!

Requested by @mugmaya19

Request: If you are taking in requests could you do one where we just randomly grab their face and kiss them around their face’s before we just walk away like nothing happened? Again if you aren’t doing that then feel free to use this as a way of creative thinking! Have a good day

×A/N×

Omg I had so much fun the writing of this!! I love them so much! 😭❤

I think the chosed scenario was adorable and I absolutely loved it!

I hope you'll have the same fun with the reading of this!

Btw sorry for the picture of Sally :")

(You don't know how much I loved writing Poppy's part- 😭❤)

×❢ About my work ❢×

no proofread, it can have spelling mistakes, look, idk if they can blush or even have a heart, but now they do, okay? lol, no smut, just sweet fluff, no pronouns used for the reader, petnames like darling, love, hon.

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Barnaby B. Beagle, Eddie Dear, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Sally Starlet, Poppy Partridge, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The characters x The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

Wally Darling

"Wally, come here, I want to show you something!" 

• after you placed his face into your hands 

• You started kissing him around

• cheeks, lips, nose

• gosh he felt like heaven between your kisses

• he just sat there still as he accepted his fate

• not like he would want to disagree :D

• after some time, he even leaned forward a bit to have more

• he decided that it was his turn to give you kisses

• he was planning to give a "mwah" to you

• but you turned away and left him

• (a.n: *dramatic gasp* how dare you?! >:c) 

• he was just sitting there and confusedly watched as you left

• "Where are you going, neighbour?"

• dw, if you're not getting his smooch now, you'll get it later, I can promise that! 😌✨

Sally Starlet

"Sally, can you come here for a minute?"

• she was practicing, so at first she wasn't too happy that you disturbed her

• "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost finished (Y/N)!" 

• after a few minutes she were already in front of you with a furious look

• (a.n: how dare you disturb her? >:( /jk) 

• "What do you want, (Y/N)?" she asked impatiently. 

• but you just stood up and gave a small kiss on her lips without an answer

• she was too surprised to react anything, so you continued

• her face was between your soft hands, while you gave an another kiss on her forehead

• she didn't fight too much about it

• she even leaned into your touch

• after you were done, you thought that you can just simply walk away

• well, *chuckle* no. 

• you DISTURBED her practice, then made her heart skip a beat and fall in love with you AGAIN, and after all this, you wanna just WALK AWAY like nothing happened?! 

• she quickly catched you by your wrist with a unsatisfied look and a smirk on her face

• "No, I think not, (Y/N). We need to talk."

Frank Frankly

"Frank, can you come here?"

• first he just approached you innocently, but he could feel that you were planning something

• he didn't know what specifically, but the aura around you could tell that you're on something

• but he still walked up to you and asked 

• "What do you need, darling?"

• you gently put your hands on his face 

• and give one kiss to his forehead 

• an another to his lips

• and an another one to his right cheek

• "What are you doing, darling?" he asked as he softly pulled you closer to him by your hips. 

• you just kept kissing him, didn't bring yourself to answer

• you didn't let him to give back the kisses, but he could catch one and return it

• he even hummed from the enjoyment of your affection

• he could stay like this forever and ever

• but you let go from him

• the moment that he realised that you're planning to go away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him

• "Where do you think you're going, love?" 

Barnaby B. Beagle

"Come here, Barnaby!" 

• he feels like heaven between your hands

• he immediately leaned into the touch as you started kissing him around his face

• gosh your rubs feels so good! 

• I can imagine that he gently starts biting your hands in an affectionately way

• he even closed his eyes from your sweet kisses

• but as soon as he stopped feeling your touch, he quickly opened his eyes confusedly

• in the last minutes, he still hoped that you'll turn back

• but you didn't :(

• "Uhh... (Y/N)? Buddy? Where are you going?" 

Howdy Pillar

"Howdy, can you help me, please?" 

• he came up to you obliviously

• "What is it, hon?" 

• he's always ready to help you, when you need him

• you asked him to come closer and he did as you requested from him

• you softly grabbed his face and started placing sweet kisses on his face

• he softly chuckled at the first ones

• he's more like a kiss giver than receiver, but although he enjoys it

• when you wanted to leave, he just simply whined

• "No, don't go, (Y/N)!" 

Poppy Partridge

• Today Poppy seemed like she was pretty frustrated. Her wings were shaking, making the binding more difficult to her. You decided to check on her and give her a little comfort. 

"Wa- Wait, Poppy, let me help you!" 

• you made her to let go the sweater that she was working on and after her attention was on you, you've finally could help

• you gently started to caress her wings, attend to not to crease her feathers

• and gave soft kisses around her beak

• but she's just got more frustrated and flushed

• when you were about to leave, you actually changed your mind

• she didn't say anything 'cause she was too nervous and shy to say it out loud, but her eyes were literally begged for your affection

• please give her more, she deserves it! ♡

• (btw the sweater which was she working on, it's actually for)

Julie Joyful

"Hey, Julie, come here!" 

• she approached you happily and smiley, like she always does

• what she didn't know that you were planning to make her heart jump out of her chest

• ( i mean, in a metaphoric way)

• "What is it, (Y/N)?" 

• you didn't pay attention to answer, instead you just grabbed her face and started kissing her around

• i can imagine that she giggles while you kissing her 

• she actually leans forward to make your work easier

• when you walked away, Julie just simply started to follow you with a disappointed look

• "Aww, where are you going, (Y/N)?" "Don't leave me here!" "But (Y/N)!" 

• she will keep ask more until you actually give the kisses to her

Eddie Dear

"Eddie, can you come here for a second?"

• I can assure that you kept kissing him much longer than just a second lol

• he was there in seconds

• just like always, he's ready to help you in anything

• "Is there something wrong, hon?" 

• at first, he wanted to return the kisses when you started to give them to him

• but later he finally catch up that it was you what will give the kisses

• so he just leaned into your touch and enjoyed your soft kisses

• as he got more comfortable in your touch eventually he closed his eyes

• he was just about to get too comfy, when you stood up and walked away

• He calls after you worriedly. 

"(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

• he's more worried than confused, 'cause he's afraid that he did something wrong to you

• please give him more kisses to make sure that he's loved and he did nothing wrong (and that he doesn't cry) 

[thisoneblackjacket]

Another example of Eddie's potential role in Welcome home

First of all: SUPER excited for the Barn Makeship plush!! I gotta save up for it really soon

But second of all: I can't help but point out that even in the advertisement, the theme of Eddie being "unwanted" or only there as the butt of the joke is still present

Now there have been instances (especially after the new update) of Eddie being snubbed/dismissed/isolated, here are a few good posts getting into some specific instances (and what it can mean) and we can see that in the new Makeship video too:

When Howdy is trying to explain how the plush can help "Keep your home safe from even the PESKIEST of UNWANTED guests!", who is the example that he uses here? Eddie.

Pretty harsh words to direct towards somebody just trying to do his job, right? Might even make a fella feel less like a welcomed neighbor than ever...

And as Barnaby is getting into his stand up routine, he mentions how he hadn't seen that many lemons (talking about the Wallys, very cute actually) ever since he had "chased Eddie up the lemon tree!"

Which seems a bit more of a rude thing to do to someone rather than funny. Poor Eddie was probably trying to not get hurt again

Not that the audience is really concerned though- they still readily laugh at it

The only person really tried to somewhat stand up for Eddie was Frank, (which might hint at them being more involved with each other than the others know (heck ye protect ur man)).

But the problem with that is that he's literally being labelled as a "Comedy Sourpuss™️", both here, and probably other instances. So while Frank might be giving a legitimate criticism of it not being funny (likely because it was at Eddie's expense), that itself can be easily be dismissed as him being only that. A Sourpuss that doesn't get Comedy and is just trying to ruin the fun for everyone else

It's certainly tough to say at this stage, but I have a hunch that as the story continues on, we might run into an instance of Frank trying to protect Eddie from this treatment in some way (here's a post I saw that gets into that a lil bit via the gelatin and pea dish symbolism).

However, I think he won't be successful in doing so, as the other neighbors (and on a greater scale - the show and its producers themselves) are just as easily ready to dismiss his arguments as him being "too uptight" rather than that of a legitimate concern, leading them to continue on

And while in usual circumstances it would be relatively fine for a show to have a character purely dedicated to being the butt of the joke, it might not so fun when that character has possibly become AWARE of being just a character for a tv show, because they might soon realize that they were only written/designed/wanted as the butt of the joke for that tv show, and nothing more.

This all to say - Eddie is really going through it right now, and there might not really be a way for anyone to help him out, even if they wanted to.

Who knows how and if he can continue to handle all that?

....

(tl:dr - The new Makeship video shows more instances of Eddie being labeled as unwanted/only useful as the butt of the joke, which might be a running theme/future conflict for him as a character in the WH story. If so, it will be difficult for him to escape that predetermined role in the show, which would put him in even more turmoil)

....

But anyways, thank you for reading yet another unwarranted, overanalyzing ramble based on like three new lines✨

[welcome-to-puppet-hell]

Smile - (OneSided?)Wally Darling x Puppet!Reader

One can tell a lot about someone based on their smile, Wally thinks. Can tell who actually likes you—a wide and warm spread of a mouth, showing something genuine and honest—and who just tolerates you, at most, based on how small their smile is. Even in the neighborhood, Wally is able to distinguish how a neighbor might feel about him, just based on a smile.

Something Wally noticed about you, right away, is that you don’t smile all the time. Even if you’re smiling for customers entering your bookshop, it doesn’t always last long—unless it’s with neighbors you’ve decided are worth smiling for. Unlike the other neighbors, you don’t put on smiles or airs. You wear all your emotions on your sleeve…which is, admittedly, quite a feat considering you exist as everyone else does.

(As a puppet.)

But one day, Wally is watching you talk to Barnaby.

He was a bit distracted by a book about a painter—a man haunted by night terrors and other horrors from his own mind, but still saw the world so beautifully—when he heard you let out this laugh. 

He is drawn back to reality right away, his eyes immediately darting to land right on you. You are still laughing, this beautiful mix of giggles and snorts and a bit of gasping, while hugging your belly and your eyes clenching closed as your mouth widens in this smile—this grin that glows like sunshine, in a way that slams him right in the chest. It occurs to Wally then, not for the first time, that you are beautiful. He always thought so, since his eyes first found you; but it’s all so different now that you’re so close, now that you’re finally in the neighborhood, now that you’re finally within reach after all this time. And your beauty absolutely shines when you smile.

(I just…I wish…so badly…) 

Barnaby watches you with a lazy smirk, his eyelids hooding over to emphasize the mischief in his expression. He bends his elbow right on the counter and leans in a little towards you, his smirk widening a little.

“What’s this? A laugh? At one of my jokes?” He teases. “I thought you said my jokes are so awful that I should be in prison.”

You let out another laugh, then open your eyes to smirk up at him. “And they are! I’m not wrong. That joke was particularly heinous, in fact.”

“Was it?”

“Indeed, it was. I only laughed because I feel sorry for you.”

“Oh, do you?”

“Yes, I find you very pit-i-bull.”

Barnaby’s face falls as he gapes at you, his mouth drops open. You merely smirk up at him, your arms crossed over your chest. Despite being rather short, at least an inch taller than Wally, you look up at Barnaby with no fear or hint of intimidation over his severe height. Wally swallows into his rather dry throat, his hands clenching as his whole being fills with warmth. Gorgeous and brave, you really are the full package.

I just wish, he allows himself to want, if only for a moment. While it’s safe to linger on such thoughts. I wish you would smile like that for me. Just once. Just a little bit.

Suddenly, Barnaby lets out this choking sound, while grasping his throat.

“I think that one did it! Finally found a joke terrible enough to kill me,” he keeps gasping dramatically, spinning to lean back against the counter, one paw over where his heart rests in his chest. As he continues his fake cough, Barnaby’s eyes roll to land on Wally, his expression turning playful. “Little buddy! Remember me as I am…!”

Wally finds his own smile widening, despite the sting in his chest. He steps forward to join in, falling into his role seamlessly.

“What’s wrong, Barnaby?” he asks, his tone innocuous.

“What’s wrong is that a murder is being committed—and they’re the culprit!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Barn!” you say, still grinning. “A killer joke won’t hurt you.”

“Ah, it just keeps happening! Will my suffering ever cease—?”

Wally’s grin widens, amusement bubbling in his chest and growing as he watches Barnaby rolling on the floor in “pain” and you continuing to laugh. His eyes catch the width of your smile and immediately, his insides begin to melt. All the words he knows he should say—like a script he’d long memorized—freezes in his throat. His hands squeeze tightly around the book he’d previously pulled off the shelf, one consisting of paintings made by that sad Dutch painter with the one ear. Despite the smile forever glued to his expression, every inch of him begins to tremble, his hands itching to hold yours, just for a moment, just once—

(“Waliford?”)

Wally Darling freezes in place, all thought turning to static.

(“What are you thinking?” The voice reaches his ears, despite the distance. Something inside him turns to ice and pulls, almost choking him. “I know you are not thinking of breaking The Rules…are you?”)

No. No, I can’t.

He swallows and turns away before anyone notices.  

But you do. A frown settles back on your expression, your brow furrowing to narrow your eyes.

[https-lawrenceslittleone]

Saw a post about you wanting welcome home requests. Dont know how old it is but.

What would wally be like as a CG???

Feb,20,2024

Caregiver Wally Darling!

A/N: OMG YAY!!! I already have a shorter more general version of this on my blog, so I’m gonna repeat myself a bit here, but that’s okay because I love this man and I really wanna talk about him.

He is such a good caregiver, I think. Like…he struggles a bit at first but he eventually gets the hang of it and does really well!

I mean. He is quite literally the host of a children’s TV show. He knows how to take care of and entertain kids.

He likes taking you out on little play dates and adventures. One of his favorite things to do is take you to the park, and you often see Julie and Sally there, so you play with them a lot. :)

He paints you a lot. You’re his muse. ❤️

Speaking of painting, if you’re down for it, he’d be happy to paint with you! Finger paint, watercolor, anything! And if not, that’s okay too! He’s fine with just using you as inspiration.

He actually made a deco paci for you one time (if you use pacifiers)! It was for your birthday. You have loved and cherished it ever since.

If you ever draw or color something for him, it immediately gets hung up on the fridge or on a wall somewhere.

He does better with calmer littles. If you’re like me and you get very sleepy randomly or very easy, he has no problem with cuddling you while you sleep if you want. He doesn’t try to sleep with you; because he can’t, and his “I’m sleeping” chant gets a lil annoying.

Barnaby is Wally’s go to babysitter, as you probably expected. Barnaby is basically your uncle. He’s the cool, fun uncle who loads you up on sugar before sending you back to your parents. And that is exactly what he does!

He is VERY cautious and protective. He baby proofs the hell out of everything.

He also does most things for you. You need to tie your shoes? He’s got it! Wanna refill your sippy cup or your bottle? That’s his job, sweetheart, don’t worry about it.

He will love any nickname you give him, “dad/daddy/dada”, “papa”, “baba”, etc.

He loves them all.

He canonically goes limp when you hug him but I’d like to think that he eventually gets the hang of it and becomes a really good cuddler. 😭

He has so much apple juice. And apples in general. Does not understand apple pie or anything with apple filling in it, though…where are the apples…where did they go?? 😥

His voice is super monotone and his face kinda is too, so he actually does super well with autistic littles. Cuz like. He gets it. Also I know Wally isn’t CANONICALLY autistic but. Erm. Yeah he is. In my mind he absolutely is.

He doesn’t do too well with tantrums. He’ll try his best to calm you down, but if that doesn’t work, he usually has to call Barnaby for help. He always feels so bad, though. He’s your caregiver, he’s supposed to know how to help…

All in all, 10/10 caregiver. Would recommend.

[chronicbeans]

Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 7)

Puppet boi gets to meet the family oh boy-

TW: Derealization, Stalking, Idol Worship, Obsessive Behaviors

🍎 It is such an out of body experience for Wally. He's not only in your home, with his benevolent puppeteer, but he gets to watch himself on the television. He gets to sit next to the tiny version of whatever creature you are; the one he saw so many times from his world. The small one of your kind that, no matter how much he approached, never seemed to get closer. He gets to sit on the couch the tiny creature sat on all those times, to hear what you always did in the room behind it, and to experience a day in this little household of yours.

🍎 He's sitting between you and the tiny one, looking ahead at the screen. The words "Welcome Home" flashes on the screen, before he sees himself. Words that he remembers speaking, things that he remembers doing... It is like watching a memory of an entire day from a different perspective. Looking at the screen, there are times where he thinks to himself "Oh, I remember that!" "Oh, Poppy was so wonderful in that play! I remember when she sang that song!" "Julie always did like that paddle ball of hers!" It was a rush of emotions. This whole experience is the ultimate proof that none of his world was ever real. It was, and still is, all just a show. Like the ones Wally himself watched as a kid.

🍎 If only they were here now. If only they could see the truth. Julie was so close to giving in the last time he talked to her. Barnaby was starting to think about it all, too. Oh well... he'll have to talk to them when he gets back. He is surprised that he hasn't been dragged back into his world, yet. This is the longest he has stayed here, in your world.

🍎"(N/N), how is Wally both here and on the screen?" The small creature asks, looking up to Wally's beloved puppeteer. A nickname? You have a nickname? Do you want him to call you (Y/N) or (N/N)? He'll call you anything you want, as long as you don't leave him, again. Do you just want to be called "Puppeteer"? He'll do it. Anything to make you stay. Just stay close. Stay with him. Hold him again. Look at him.

🍎"Well, Henry, you see... umm... Wally films these shows for you to see! The first time you see it, Wally is talking to you directly. Then, afterward, whenever you see it on the TV, it's a recording. He does it so that you always know that he cares about you, even when he can't be there himself." Nice save, (Y/N)... Or (N/N)... Or Puppeteer... Whatever you wish to be called. He loves that you are trying to preserve the little creature's wonder. That's the best thing a puppet can have, so it is probably the best thing one of your kind can have! Wonder keeps you happy and helps grow a healthy mind, filled with creativity! That's Wally's motto, at least.

🍎 Then, when you ask him "Right, Wally?" He almost wants to nod his head on his own accord, but he lets you do it for him. He feels you gently place your hand on his back, holding the fabric of his blue cardigan, subtly pushing him back and forth so it looks like he is nodding. He loves these moments. It makes him feel like he is actually doing something that has an impact on the real world. Everything he does in his own world doesn't have much of an impact, after all, due to not being real. At least, that's what he thinks. How could something that isn't real impact reality?

🍎"Wow! That's so cool! (N/N), can I go show Wally my room? If we're going to have a sleepover, I want him to know what my room looks like! I can show him all my toys and drawings, even that picture of dad!" He hears you chuckle in response to Henry's excitement, which almost causes him to shudder. Does he make you chuckle like that, sometimes? He hopes he does. That would mean that he is being a good puppet. Puppets are supposed to make their puppeteers happy, right? "Of course, Henry. Just know that Wally is probably going to be a little quiet. He has been very excited about coming over, so he wants you to teach him all about our home. That means that he is going to be very quiet as he listens."

🍎 With that, he is suddenly grabbed and swung over Henry's shoulder, an excited squeal leaving the small creature's mouth. He watches as you disappear around the corner as the small one takes him upstairs. He hears you mutter a soft "Oh, Henry... He is always excited to show people his art." So, this Henry goes by 'he'? He is then placed on a bed, leaned against the headboard, as Henry begins to ramble and point at things. He points to a picture of another odd creature, who he calls dad (whatever a dad is), saying that he passed away (whatever that means), which is why his mama (whatever a mama is) works all day. He seems to like his dad very much, as well as his mom and (N/N). Henry seems to also love the color blue very much, as his bedroom walls, bedsheets, and pillow all seem to be blue. His walls are also covered in spots, much like Barnaby's fur. He scurries around, before picking up a large stack of sketchbooks and placing them in front of Wally.

🍎"I like to draw, just like you! I am so happy to show you my drawings! Lookie! I even drew you! You are my... uhh... what was the word mama told me... Ah! You are my inspiration!" Flipping through, there are pictures of Wally, Barnaby, Poppy, Julie, Howdy, Frank, Sally, Eddie, and even Home. There are also some of Henry, and an unknown creature, like his beloved Puppeteer. Henry points to it, saying "That's my mama, Angela! She doesn't show up at home until late at night, but I know she loves me! She said she is out so late, working to help me and (N/N), because she loves us very much."

🍎 Henry then turns his eyes towards Wally, causing Wally to come up with an idea. He just needs to hear what the odd, little creature has to say, first. "Wally, do you have somebody you love very much? Someone who you work for because you love them? You don't have to answer. I know you want to learn more. I am just curious if you can explain why mama is out so often..." Perfect.

🍎 Wally, for the first time since entering his puppeteer's house... (Y/N)'s house... (N/N)'s house... lets himself speak. He tilts his head, sitting up straighter. "I love (Y/N) very much. I work for them all day. Well... We work for each other. I think it is similar to how your mama works all day." Henry seems to gasp, before asking in disbelief "You and (N/N) work together? How so? You love (N/N)?" Wally giggles, finding the opportunity to finally teach a willing learner to be exciting, instead of him being taught. He goes on, holding his arms out as he says "(Y/N)... Is a puppeteer! Without (Y/N), I can't move. Well, at least on set at the place where I film my days for you lovely... Viewers... To see! After all, I am talking to you right now, so it is clear that I can move and speak outside on my own. I am a proud puppet, with your lovely (Y/N) being the one who helps me."

🍎 Henry's eyes are practically glowing with wonder. It's just what Wally needs. A happy little creature, filled to the brim with wonder. If he is correct, he will be like Julie and go and tell everyone about the things he was told. All the things that fills him with wonder must be shared, one of which being that Wally cares about you.

🍎 Wally knows that he can't let you take the wheel forever. He needs to show you that he can move and talk on his own, soon. If he is to be a loyal puppet, he needs to be honest and tell you how he has, unfortunately, broken his role a little bit. Then, he needs to tell you how it isn't entirely a bad thing! You still have complete control, because he'll do anything you want, with the added bonus of you not having to tire yourself out by controlling his every single movement. Wally just wants to wait, after all, he needs to make sure he makes a good first impression with his movement. He still needs some more practice when it comes to walking. He can't trip on the first real meeting!

[indecisive-dizzy]

I've been thinking about Frank again and it lead me to remember how Bad he is at chess. So here are my Neighborhood Chess headcanons! 🏠♟️

Frank - Horrible at chess, takes forever to make a move, constantly overthinking, but can recite the textbook rules word for word.

Julie - God at chess. The Chess Master, Undefeated Champion (Chesspion?). She's only ever lost One game and it was against Jonesy back in the cave. They don't talk about it.

Barnaby - Knows how to play chess but would rather mess with the other player (Frank) and use slight of hand to steal/replace pieces on the board. Good at chess while cheating, decent without.

Howdy - Knows how to play chess but always tries to make trades/offers to the other player to swindle a win. "My pawn for your knight! What do ya say?" Is decent at chess but impatient and breaks the rules.

Eddie - Forgot how to play chess, completely wings it. The first time he played with Frank he felt bad when he won. He had literally just copied Frank's moves for half the game because he didn't know what he was doing. Still feels bad when he wins against Frank. Bad at chess but only because he doesn't remember how to play. Would be decent if he remembered.

Wally - Julie taught him how to play chess. Takes a while to move but unlike Frank there's a benefit. Is very quiet when playing. Says "That's the Most!" everytime he wins. Good at chess.

Poppy - Very anxious when playing. Has trouble moving the pieces but makes her moves as fast as possible to get the game over with. Gets overwhelmed, is bad at chess.

Sally - Pretends to be Very good at chess, the best even, practically invented it! Is actually mediocre. She turns the game into a dramatic tale everytime. Monologues over every piece she loses and makes up a piece of story with every move. No one wants to play chess with her except Wally and Julie. Frank only does so because he is determined to win One game of chess and Sally is second worst. She lost to Eddie once and never played chess with him again.

Home - Can't play without assistance. What do you expect he's a house? Houses don't have hands, silly! If someone (Wally) helps move the pieces he's good at chess. No one knows where Home learned how to play chess. Somehow still beats Frank even if no one helps.

[luis-block]

Can I get fem hellhound reader snuggling with the mob au members!!

I loved the last story!!

Thank you! And I did make the reader more neutral in looks and gender, but it could be for anyone/ any oc's. My ask box are also open! I would love to do more Welcome Home asks

Warnings: None

Mob Au Welcome Home Gang Cuddle HC's

Wally Darling

Once you start cuddling him, you got to wait for him to be done cuddling you. He’s very possessive when in a relationship with you but is happy to cuddle wherever you want. So you get to cuddle softly on his lap with your head on his shoulder as he lounges in the bar, ordering hits on people. Or maybe your both laying in bed, with his head on your chest as twilight comes and goes. “Your mine forever~” and “I will love you, even if you don’t love me.” Will be whispered in the night to you, whether it warms or chills your heart is up for you to decide.

Barnaby b Beagle

Even with his brash and crude personality, is still soft to the thought of cuddling you. Sharing a chair as you sit into his warm side with his arm over you, the feeling of laughs from crude jokes and cigar jokes are a common occurrence. The smell of scotch and your perfume mix when you cuddle on his shoulder as he carries you around in his one arm so you don’t need to keep up with his walking pace. An inappropriate joke usually happens before an ask to cuddle, so it can be seen as an apology to you, but you know he just is embarrassed to ask outright.

Poppy Partridge

When not healing or cooking, she’s got some time on her hands. So an after-breakfast cuddle in back bed is always her favorite after everyone goes on about their days. Helping her preen her feathers as she lays her head on your lap as you two watch T.V. is a Saturday Night ritual at this point. She worries that she is ‘boring’ to you compared to the colleagues, but her stability and constant presence is unbeatable by anyone else in the gang.

Eddie Dear

Likes to take up the couch in the living room and have his arm over you, snoring away like a freight train and holding you close. Will sometimes forget you two have cuddled earlier and will insist for more cuddles. Currently not the worst thing ever, as it makes him happier every time. Though you worry about him memory as it gets worse, you let him drape himself over you as you lay in bed all the same.

Howdy Pillar

Will be ok with or without cuddling, its just in his nature. But if you ask, he will cuddle you for a time. Four strong arms engulf you as your eyes close for a nap, you feel him relax but don’t bring up the drop in guard. When winter comes he is much more fluffy, and laying on one of his arms as he does something else give you warmth when your cold. He will relax more as time goes on, but you will always be the one to initiate.

Julie Joyful

Will come and cuddle you at the oddest times, middle of dinner and out after a hit in the middle of a park are the weirdest so far. She will have an arm around you in bed, explaining chemical reactions and how she’s going to use them for her next hits. Ya she might smell of a lab on a good day, but her back scratches are award winning.

Sally Starlet

Will go batshit for cuddles, I am not joking. At the bar, sitting in one of the lounge chairs with her legs over yours while she vividly tells a story about latest hit as she lays her head next to yours on the chair. Or laying on a bench on the park at 2 am looking at the stars, whispers of love and insane ideas of weddings are shared between you two with giggles.

Frank Frankly

Reading out loud with your head on his lap as you smile up at him always makes his heart melt. Talks of college majors and fields of study are always a favorite topic for you two in the middle of the night. It reminds him of when he wasn’t in the gang when he sees you sleep with your arms around him, it hurts and makes his heart happy at the same time. But his care for you will make his ‘plans’ involve you leaving with him.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hi again Ghast °^°, I have a request that be either drabble or hc---you know I dont really care--- for a GN! Reader that struggles with sleep, a very much a "multiple all nighters" type of struggle. Sleeping isn't the hard part however, its the process of actually getting into bed and staying with only them and their thoughts, or be stuck in suffocating slience that leaved them too paranoid to sleep without feeling like they are being watched by someone, or something.

Wally would probably be the first to suggest having a sleep over, out a normal level of concern--or reliability--and he packs for the nines, face care, movies, coloring, painting, board games, books, man probably brought matching pajamas for the both of them. So even if the reader can't manage any sleep, they wont grow bored. Ofc kept it semi-vauge for your personal take on the idea, i cant wait to see what you may produce

-🌼

OHOHO.. MORE SLEEPOVER DRABBLES, YOU SAY..? I am feasting, flower anon- BWAHA /lhj /pos !!

I’m happy to see you again, though!! Hello again to you, too!! :] hehe!!!

Snoozing Soundly

Wally Darling x GN!Reader who struggles with Sleep

Drabbles Format, Relationship can be interpreted by Reader!

CW//There are descriptions of paranoia in this! I will put a red divider between the sections with it, so you can skip it if wished!! Stay safe, lovelies!

It had been days, at this point, since you had last properly slept.

The neighbours had noticed, of course they had— how could they not? From the eyebags painted messily under your eyes; to your staggering, lethargic movements; to your odd times of being out, or being inside your home.. It was pretty easy to piece together. They were worried, of course they were, but none of them were actually—? Very sure what to do about it.. You had begun to struggle even holding a conversation, at certain points— when your energy was especially bad, so asking if you were okay was a bit.. futile.

The first to come up with an idea was Barnaby, actually. He had been helping Wally brainstorm ideas on just what to do to help.

“Why not do a sleepover, or somethin’?” He chirped, idly fiddling with a stick between his paws, “Might help. We dunno why they can’t sleep, aft’r all.”

Wally’s eyes would light up a bit, before his smile grew— ever so slightly.

“That.. is a good idea, Barnaby. Thank you.”

With that, he’d slide over his untouched hot dog, an unspoken ritual between the two, and waved him off.

That following evening, your phone would ring— snapping you out of the half-asleep lull you were in. Your limbs felt achey and burnt, and your head held an ongoing pressure, but you dragged yourself to your feet despite this. Soon, you had grabbed your phone and placed it to your ear— Wally’s voice soon bleeding through it.

“Hello..!! I didn’t.. know if you’d pick up, ha ha ha!” He spoke softly, voice laced with concern. “Are you.. up to anything, tonight?”

You tell him no, but try to express the fact you were too tired to really do anything, if that’s where this was going..

“Oh— no, no..! I wanted to.. maybe propose a sleepover?” Beside him, on his end, he.. may have already packed a bag. Obviously, it’s a bag that can wait, but— he may have gotten a bit excited. “It’s.. okay if not, though, I understand you are tired, friend.”

His voice, albeit still somewhat flat, held genuine understanding— and you mulled over your options; soon agreeing. What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, the company might.. help.. with the constant nagging feeling you had.

TALK OF PARANOIA STARTS BELOW

What had started out as just a few sleepless nights soon quickly spun itself into suffocating paranoia. Each time you laid down, alone with your thoughts, the ebbing feeling you had throughout the day would run over you like a train. Your thoughts would quickly begin to spin out of control, until you felt stamped to your bedsheets. It felt like if you moved you were in danger, and if you stayed? Even more so. Nothing felt safe anymore— not safe from your thoughts, and you weren’t safe from it. It was exhausting, to never feel safe, to always feel watched. Maybe some company, or— hell, even just a distraction at this point, might help.. Your body longed for sleep, but your mind had been snapped into some sort of need for “protection” when there was no call to be protected.

END OF PARANOIA TALK

In just about thirty minutes, Wally had arrived with a little bag at his side. When you opened up the door, he stared up at you with a smile, one seemingly filled with relief.

“Hello, neighbour..!” He spoke with a smile, but to be fair— when didn’t he? “Can I come in?”

Your mind caught up to you, and you buffered. You kind of assumed it’d be at your house, but that hadn’t dawned on you until now. You hadn’t cleaned, you had been too tired to, and now you didn’t really have.. uhm, a chance.

Nervously, you told him yes and stepped aside so he could come in— immediately starting to babble apologies about the mess. Instead, he shook his head, and lightly put a hand on your arm.

“Would.. you like help, to clean? I don’t mind.” His smile softened. “I understand.. that you haven’t, yet.. You’ve been tired, it’s okay.”

No matter how the conversation went from there— you soon found him helping you to tidy up your home. You were on organization duty, and he was on mess/trash duty— which.. these “duties” weren’t directly specified, but it’s just sort of how you two fell into operation. Once finished, he’d just seem to contently place himself in your living room, legs crossed as he waited for you to join him— as he.. stared. Albeit that wasn’t uncommon for him, truly. When you did join him, he’d seem to be idly wiggling his head side to side.

“So..” As he spoke, he was— “discretely”— reaching for the bag he had brought. “I.. might’ve brought.. some stuff..”

From there, he began to rattle off exactly what he had brought— ranging from movies, to some of his art supplies, books, face masks (because of course he, Wally Darling, has face masks— have you seen him??), Monopoly (???), and.. and a set of matching pyjamas.

He had, earlier in the day, rung up Barnaby for suggestions on what to bring for entertainment at a sleepover! Barnaby, from afar, helped him pack— including the matching pyjamas. However, he had meant those as a joke— but Wally did not pick up on this, and instead genuinely brought matching pyjamas. They’re even in your size!!.. where did he get these??-

Very soon, after maybe some pleading from Wally, you were changed into the pyjamas and he was changed into his. He looked very content. From there, you two began to do a range of activities— albeit at a slow pace. Wally never rushed you to move faster or be more energetic, and instead encouraged taking breaks if you needed them!!

By the end of the night, you two had put on some random movie to giggle at on the old television. Wally was sat up, back against the couch as he crossed his legs, idly scribbling in a colouring book he had brought along. You were laid out on the couch, struggling to stay conscious. You felt.. okay. It was pleasant, relaxing even. Though some part of your body still held an ebb of worry— maybe even panic, it felt like it couldn’t reach you here, reach you now. You continued to struggle to keep your eyes open, the movie flipping by in the slow frames of your blinks, until you.. gave up. It was the middle of the night, the sun would rise soon, but you had no clue or care for that, now. You let yourself slip into sleep, ignoring the ebb of poorly-placed panic in your stomach as you did— it couldn’t reach you. You were safe.

Wally watched as you fell asleep, his hand slowing on his messy colouring book scribbling. He smiled a bit, soon sliding the book off his lap and onto the floor— and he stood. Grabbing a blanket nearby, he’d soon drape it over you, murmuring a soft “Goodnight, friend.. sleep well..” as he did. He then sat back down and nabbed the colouring book again. It’s impolite to leave when someone’s sleeping! So he’d be by your side, all the way until you woke up.

Gwgwgegegegg I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS!!! It was fun to write >:] I’m a sucker for sleepover prompts BWAHAHA

Have a lovely day!!

EDIT: Ignore that I forgot a title I’m SILLY

[marigolddove]

This Love Hurts Us

💔 Lovesick!Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: Possessive Behavior/Obsessive Behavior

Characters: Wally, Poppy, Howdy, Barnaby, Sally, Frank, Eddie and Julie all belong to Clown.

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     When the symptoms first showed, you had noticed it almost immediately, and so did a few of the others; namely Frank, Julie and Poppy.

     Wally had grown more attached to you than before, which no one knew that was even possible, and oftentimes would grow visibly nervous and irritable when you and he weren't touching. Then came the begging, he would plead and damn near cry for you to spend the night with him at your home or his, he didn't care! He also didn't want you to spend time with anyone else anymore he needed you so badly it was hurting him, you remember him gripping your wrists so tight it stung as he looked into your eyes and told you how much it hurt.

     The next day, Home locked him inside, you remember that day because you had intended on seeing Wally that morning at his home to make sure he was feeling better after the heartbreaking news he had shared the night before. You had felt awful denying him, but you didn't feel comfortable sharing a space with him, not only because of your crush on him but because of the intensity of his claims. It had been too sudden, you never thought he could ever feel the same, but suddenly he did and it felt…wrong. So very wrong.

     That morning, you made your way to Wally's home, but every step you took made your heart feel heavy and something in the back of your mind told you to turn around; but you ignored it and soon you were on Home's front porch, hand raised ready to knock. It seemed off to you that all of the shutters were closed and that home did not greet you as they normally would. 

     You ignored all signs of something being off and knocked, and soon after you flinched at the sound of a thump against the door, it almost sounded like something barreled into the door; then the door knob eerily turned, and turned and shook but the door didn't budge.

     Suddenly, "Neighbor," Wally called from inside, his voice didn't sound like him at all, he sounded hoarse and so sad, "Neighbor, is that you? Oh please…please say it's you, I need to hear you. I-I need to see you."

     "Yes, it's me Wally, are you alright? What's going on, why is the door locked and all the shutters are closed too?"

     "Oh Neighbor," Wally purred from behind the door, his voice muffled, "You're worried about me, you're just so sweet, I love that about you." Your heart flips at his confession.

     "I missed you all night you know, it was so mean not to spend the night with me, so so mean. Even after I told you how much I hurt for you, but I can't be angry with you, because I love you so much." He's rambling now, and each word causes butterflies in your stomach but also a chill down your spine, "I was going to go see you last night because it hurt so bad, I couldn't wait for morning to come, I'm sorry if that sounds scary."

     "Why didn't you?" You breathed, unsure whether he would hear you. He did.

     "I was so close to getting out of here, but Home beat me to it–" suddenly there was a bang against the door, Wally must have hit the door, "They locked me inside, cut me off, I don't know why!" The door knob jiggled as Wally continued to try and open the door, something about the sudden irritation and aggression in his tone made you step back further from the door. 

     As if he knew he startled you, his tone became very soft, almost like talking to a kitten, "Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry my heart, my love, my darling." The use of his surname as an endearment in reference to you made your heart flip once more and caught you off guard, "I hate that you have to s–hear me like this, but not seeing you is making me a little…crazy." 

     "I see that now." You say, not really knowing what else to say to that, "Wally I'm going to go get Frank or Howdy, they might know what to do for you I'll be–" 

     "NO!" Wally's desperate shout stopped you in your tracks.

     The knobs begins to jiggle again, a bit quicker and more frantic, it causes a panic to begin to bubble in your stomach.

     "Wally, I can't help you, you need medicine or something, not me."

     "No, no, no no you can help me, you can! You are, right now I swear! I need you, not medicine, please don't leave me here, please Y/N don't leave!" The panic in his voice and the shaking of the door and the knob caused the panic growing inside you to implode, suddenly without warning you ran. You ran hard and fast, hearing Wally's cries behind you, you didn't even know where you were running; and then you collided with someone.

     You let out a yelp and two large fuzzy paws reached out to grab your shoulders, saving you from a nasty fall. Looking up you find that you've run straight into Barnaby, he looks down at you worried and confused by your shaking and heavy breathing.

     "Whoa there, little buddy, what's got you in a rush?" You don't answer, you just throw your arms around Barnaby as best you can and sob into his fuzzy fur.

     He lets you do this until you've calmed down enough to hiccup out an explanation, it's quick and confusing for him at first, you have to repeat yourself quite a bit until he understands the situation. Once he understood, he took you to Poppy's home and gave her a brief explanation before leaving you in her care until he returned.

     You don't know what happened to Barnaby when he went to visit Wally, but whatever it was seemed to turn his usual goofy demeanor into a sullen one.

     You remember Barnaby making you promise not to go see Wally or call him, even after what had happened the idea of cutting Wally off upset you, and you tried to argue; but the seriousness of Barnaby's stare made you hesitate and in the end you did promise. 

     For a few days everyone, except you, still tried to call and visit him, no one ever told you what was said during those calls and visits, but whatever happened caused everyone to stop. 

     It wasn't that your friends had stopped loving him or didn't care about him, but based on what little you were told they were afraid of him and his sickness; and most importantly they couldn't handle the pain of seeing him as he is now. 

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     The first time Wally called you after the sickness completely changed him, it had felt like someone ripped out your heart, threw it into the street and stomped on it again and again without mercy.

     The call came one week after home took it upon themselves to quarantine and isolate him from you and the others. One week since you'd last heard his voice.

     It had been the middle of the night, ever since your last conversation with Wally you had been staying up later and later at night. Sleep didn't come easily anymore, and when you did sleep you had nightmares about him. You could still hear his voice crying out to you, for you, so scared and in pain.

     You were lying wide awake in bed holding back tears as you remembered all the sweet memories you shared with Wally and everyone and wondered if you would ever get to make more; when suddenly you were interrupted by the shrill sound of your telephone ringing downstairs. 

     'Who could be calling me at this hour?' You wondered to yourself, a part of you was afraid of the answer, but nevertheless you made your way downstairs to the phone. Hesitating briefly before picking it up and placing the receiver to your ear.

     There was breathing on the other end, but no one spoke.

     "Hello?" You timidly called out, wondering if the caller knew you picked up the phone or not.

     The caller gasped in response before speaking in such a pitifully sad tone, "Neighbor?" Dejavu hit you like a sack of potatoes, "Oh, oh neighbor–" his voice cracked, cutting himself off, a short sob came from his end and your heart sank.

     "I've missed you so much, I-I didn't think y-you would pick up." He spoke between choked sobs, "I never tho-ought I'd see you o-or hear you again!" 

     You didn't respond, how do you respond to this?

     He continued, "Please, please don't go away again. I'll be good, I promise! Just speak to me again, you can say anything! Anything! No one has come to see me, I said horrible, nasty things to them; but I didn't mean them! I just needed you, I need you still, so please don't go again, please!" His crying turned into pleading and desperation, his voice raising in pitch and intensity as he spoke. He didn't even seem to take a breath.

     "Whoa, Wally–sweetie, please take a breath and calm down." He whined at your term of endearment, it caused your heart to flutter and crack at the same time, how long had he been like this? So desperate and alone? 

     "I'm-I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, Y/N. I don't want to feel this way, I want to love you but I don't want it to feel like this." He whimpers and squeaks a little at he tries not to cry again, "Loving you before was so much easier, now it just hurts all the time. Please make it not hurt, please I just need to see you, to feel you and hold you; it makes the pain go away." He's confessing that he loved you before?

     "Wally, please, calm down, you don't know what you're saying. This isn't you, you're sick, so very sick. I promised I wouldn't go see you–"

     "Who did you promise?" His ability to change his tone so swiftly left you dizzy and a little frightened. He sounded so serious and…dangerous, compared to his whiney bittersweet tone before.

     Feeling like you said something wrong you try to back peddle, "I-no one, just myself." You lied.

     "Who was it? Julie? Howdy? Frank?" He wasn't buying it.

     "No one! I promised myself, only me!" You stood your ground.

     "Alright then, if you say so my dear. I don't want to upset you." His tone was still scary, you didn't like this new Wally, he was unpredictable and frightening. You could tell he still didn't believe you.

     "Well a promise to yourself isn't too binding, right? You could always just break it and come see me anyway, no one would be offended by it. I think I need you more than you need to keep a promise to yourself, don't you think?" He spoke darkly, he definitely did not believe you, he was trying to get a rise out of you. You wouldn't take this, even if you do love him and know this isn't like him at all.

     "Well I think it's important, there was a time when you would have too." You said, irritation clear in your tone. 

     Everything went silent, and just as quick as before his tone changed, now soft and sweet.

     "Oh, y/n, you're right. How silly of me, so silly, anything that's important to you is important to me my darling." He cooed in your ear through the receiver, causing a shiver, you were glad he couldn't see you now as your face flushed.

     "Oh how I wish I could hold you, I do hope you'll change your mind about seeing me soon. I'm just not the same anymore without you, but for now hearing your voice is enough. Please, just speak to me, about anything and everything." His voice sounded so dreamy, you wondered what he was doing now, was he sitting in his favorite chair playing with the phone cord? Leaning against a wall as he stared at nothing at all, dreaming of you? Your face flushed even deeper at the thought. 

     "Well…" and so you complied with his request, going on about this and that, any hobbies you'd taken up or any mishaps that may have occured while he was absent; all while he seemed to listen intently, only very abruptly responding to something you'd said, as if he didn't want to hear his own voice for long. This went on for maybe an hour or more until suddenly your story about Frank accidentally catching Sally in his net the other day is interrupted by your own yawning.

     You both remain silent after the yawn, a bit of tension in the air now. 

     "Are you tired, neighbor?" Wally asks very calmly.

     "A little bit" you admit nervously, worried how he might react to you falling asleep or leaving him to go to bed.

     "I see." 

     "Um–"

     "Can you take your phone to bed?" 

     "N-no, it's too far, and I can't take it to the couch either." 

     "You can pull up a chair or move the couch closer to the phone can't you?" Was he really suggesting you stay on the phone with him until you pass out?! Maybe before the idea would've thrilled you, to be so desired by him, but in reality it's a little suffocating. 

     "Now, Wally," you start, but he interrupts.

     "I don't want you to go. You can't go." His voice is deeply serious, but there's a hint of doubt and nerves.  

     "Wally," you start again, just as serious, "I promise you we can talk again, but only after–" 

     "NO!" There he goes again, "No no no you can't do this to me again! Don't you understand?! I'm telling you I hurt, why do you want me to hurt?!"

     "Wally–" "No." 

     "Wal–" "I can't wait for you again!" 

     His shouting is the final straw, panic builds up inside you again and in response you slam the phone down onto the receiver. Staring down at it in disbelief. 

     Suddenly, the phone rings again, causing you to flinch and yelp. You pick it up, but immediately slam it down again before picking it up and placing the phone down on the table next to its body. He couldn't call you anymore, not until you put it back properly.

     Your weariness and sleep deprivation pile onto your broken heart and you sink to the floor and weep.

[grapecinnamon]

I haven't talked about Welcome Home on tumblr for a while (been busy with college and processing the holiday update) and while I want to go into all the stuff I found neat (and little observations and theories I've thought of), I've had this little headcannon plus scenario about Wally

Wally is like the resident advice giver, but he only really gives advice when no one expects him to, possibly when he feels it's right to.

Like Frank is lamenting to Wally (seems like something he would do a lot) and tells him how he wishes there were more people in the neighborhood who where observant and smart like him. Really what he means is he wants more grouches, but Wally can see right through him.

So while Wally is painting and Frank is lamenting, he says, "Oh, you probably don't even know what I'm talking about." Wally stops painting and gives him his words of wisdom.

"Sometimes people want others to be like them. But there's a reason why we're all different. We all need something different to be. I would hate for everyone to be like me."

Frank raises his eyebrow and says "What do you mean?"

Wally takes his palette and paints little shapes on the canvas. Each one is a different color and shape and they all represent the neighbors. Frank recognized a yellow rectangle as himself.

"We're all different shapes, colors, creatures, but what really makes us unique is our purposes. We all have a different one." He recites this next part like he's reciting a poem:

Barnaby is Boisterous,

Howdy is Helpful,

Julie is Joyful,

Sally's a Star,

Eddie is Ever-so Everywhere,

Poppy is Pretty Petrified,

And you Frank? You're frank, and that's what makes you you

Frank thinks to himself. Wally's right. He's Frank, brutally honest and smart Frank, and no one else could be like him. But now he had something else to ask. "But what's your purpose, Wally?"

"My purpose? Ha. Ha. ha. I'm Wonderfully Wally. And I wouldn't want to be anyone else. Not for my Humble Home." He turns back to the canvas and continues to paint. It seems like now he's making little details on the shapes.

Frank turns to leave and before he does, he looks back at Wally, realizing he's more Wise than he thought.

Just a little discussion. Also sort of based on the theory that the neighbors have a certain purpose they have to fulfill in the show

[undead-maggot]

INFO DUMP ABOUT ZOMBIE WALLY RN. /nf /pos

YOU WANT ME TO DO IT???? ILL DO IT 👹👹👹👹 /J /LH

Absolutely loves physical contact, he likes it especially because of the warmt of the other person (even more if its hugging or cuddling)

One of his love languages is resting his head on someones chest to hear their heartbeat (*COUGH* barnaby- *COUGH* *COUGHF*)

Would give you a piece of raw meat as a little present (dont judge him hes trying his best /j)

Lives with Barnaby because he needs help taking care of himself

Barely blinks, and if he does its because someone reminds him of it

Doesnt actually need to breathe so dont be frightened if whenever he sleeps you cant hear anything from him

He always has his left eye closed so his eyeball doesnt fall out of it (if hes comfortable enough with someone to open it, it would always be looking down because its kinda like his lazy eye)

He speaks a little more slower than the og wally because of his vocal cords being partially rotten, dont worry! He doesnt feel any pain from it, its just takes him a little more of time to talk

Unlike your typical slow walking zombie, He can walk perfectly and is actually pretty fast when running

He has a little sewing kit in his pocket just in case he has to sew something (ex: a finger or his jaw)

The first time he saw himself on the mirror he was terrified yet couldnt believe how he looked, he thought it was just a very elaborate joke of barnaby but he told him that it wasnt (dont worry, he later was able to get through it and hes better now)

If someone ever kissed him his face would get all red (*COUGHG* barnaby- *MORW COUGHINF*)

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Okay.. i think im done!! I loved writing all of this, hes just a silly little guy and i love him so much 😭😭 /pos

Anyways, hope you like it!!! 🐛

[sunflower1experiment]

Wally x Human reader

Outside the world of “Welcome Home”

The monsters, puppets, animals: Wally’s eyes were focused, on someone.

You.

Your fingers tapping on the computer while he could feel the intense gaze, though you both could not see each other. You could see him and you tried to talk to him, many times really.

The sad pout as small trickles of tears befell after hearing his song was evident enough that Wally wasn’t bad but to him, you were a viewer, a neighbor, and his friend. As well as someone who he just wants to let know that he knows they both can see what can’t be seen.

“Can you see me? Then stay quiet”

You flinch, eyes wide, mouth ajar while the watering starts to begin but you shut your mouth then lean in to stare back. Trying to reach out to see beyond his eyes, there he was.

“Wally Darling.” His full face came to view while a hand rests on his cheek.

“I know you’re there…”

You utter out weakly, “I want to make contact I swear but…you terrify me for some reason. You- your house does it…not you. Someone as sweet as you…”

Had it not been for the fact that you were talking to nothing maybe you’d notice the screen change and Wally’s eyes focused on you while the house was surrounded with black screen and the words.

Open

came to view.

Hesitant at first you get ready and it shows the mouse turn into a hand as the message. ‘Are you sure?’

Appears, “Y-Yes?” A question for an answer, not smart but also a good answer. The door opens: Your world changed after that.

“What should we do?”

“I’m not sure…”

“Now how do you suppose we explain to Wally that some person is laying in the middle of the grass. They’re very pretty, lovely hair curls…”

“What’s the matter everyone?” Barnaby perks, looks like his words summoned the three foot darling himself.

“Wally you have to see this!!! Frank found a new neighbor!!!”

“Now Julie dear we can’t be too sure. What if they’re from elsewhere?”

“Hmm, we need to ask.”

Wally gently shakes the other awake, their eyes scrunch and they slowly open up. Before they gasp lightly which makes the others back away, “So-Sorry um- where am I?”

“Ah, Welcome Neighbor, I’m Wally Darling.”

Their eyes go wide for a second: “W-Wally?” He nods a bit confused as to why they started stuttering but when they hug the male close Wally blushed.

“I’m never leaving your side ever! You look so adorable and beautiful!” They let out soft sobs, “Oh my- days would go by where I’d worry for you all…”

“Worry? But why?” Julie giggles, ���Our new neighbor sounds so sweet maybe they can read the future. What’s your name?”

“|Name| I go by |Name|…”

With a soft chuckle |Name| turns to them, “Sorry I just..I feel like I’ve known you all for awhile and I had a dream about you all too….You must be Frank.”

“Hm, someone knows a good entomologist when they see one.”

“You like butterflies!” Frank smiles with a prideful nod.

“You’re Sally.” She waves excitedly, “Yes indeedy doooo!!”

“Julie!” The monster girl gave a huge smile showing her whole muppet mouth then she points to Poppy. “Annnnd?”

“Poppy! The lovely bird!” Poppy blushes, “Oh shucks! Ya got me giggling.”

“Now WHERES Barnaby.”

“Ya got me there kid. I haven’t seen him anywhere.” Barnaby leans on |Name| who laughs lightly before they turn to Wally.

“And you must be Wally Darling: nice to meet you.”

Wally gave a light laugh, blowing a small welcome kiss to |Name|. He then holds their hand as he says these three famous words, ‘Sealing the deal’.

“Welcome home, Neighbor.”

[allhaildownwallydarling]

Wally Darling AU'S with a Mitsuri S/O

Jenna's note:I do not own any Wally au nor do i own Mitsuri every character belongs to its creator and also i suck at writing so sorry if this sucks

TW: kissing,flirting,cussing,perverted,lovesick wally,inapropiate touching,no smut,no lime,teasing

OG Wally darling:Well when he saw you at first he thought you were kind,but oh boy you were too kind,you'd alway's offer him cookie's apple's ect.And let me tell you that this man puppet is on his knees worshiping you,wally at first didnt understand what he was feeling until you hugged him accidentally burring his face on your cocomelons,he swore to himself that he would sleep right then and there lets say he thought that your cocomelons were soft and squishy he has his new personal pillow,you even impress him by how flexible and strong you are dont get me wrong everyone in the town are puppets and then can bend over like a snake,wally found out that you were very strong becuas you managed to pick up barnaby with little strength.Wally would always feel shy around you but he would ask home if he should tell you about his feelings but if home declines then you have to wait for another year or probably for ever..

Opposite Wally:This mfker is rude af when you introduce yourself he just scoffs and walks away breaking your heart,but if he's in his house he will think about you and how nice you are this dude is a total tsundere,when you went to visit him he was surprise how nice you were while he was rude to you,your even lucky he lets you touch his hair but you only touch it as long as you give something in return,he'd often lay his head on your chest just to tease you he finds it adorable on how you blush yet he keeps it to himslf,this motherducker gets easily jealous if you hang out more with someone other than him he will get a little...messy...if he needs to,you managed to surprise him with how big your appetite is,he dosent judge you but finds it funny and cute but if anyone talks bad about you lord have mercy,your flexiblity is also another thing that impressed him and also how strong you were,this boy loves you too much that he'd give you small gifts becuas he's probably not into PDA but hey he's a tsundere and your friend...for now.

Lovesick Wally:He heard about you but home never let's him go out so he had to beg hme to let him out untilhome finally did an let me tell you when he saw you he was already on his knee's he saw you as a pure angle sent from heaven just for him he adores your kindness but he wants you to get sick so you both can be together for ever,he personally osent care if you eat alot he only cares about you,he'd often fall asleep on your chest or thighs,he finds it amusing how easy you are to tease,he is surprise by how strong you are he'd always imagine himself as the princes and you as the knight in shining armor,this mfker is obssesed with you.

RF Wally:You are lucky to be his assistant and not bieng thrown in the grinder,well at first he thought on throwing you in the grinder but when he saw how smart you are he decided to let you live,now if you do everything correct he may talk to you bit by bit untill he starts falling in love with you,the cold hearted person falling in love again is this a miracle? yes pretty much you have this man in love with you but he hides it very well,he gets surprised by how flexible you are not to mention how much you eat ill explain,you had were eating in your office a whole bowl of sakura mochi and when he needed to give you more papers he walked in on you eating 3 bowls of sakura mochi.Now RF wally did loose his duaghter buthe managed to keep her soul to bring her back now you bieng the good ol' person you are try to help him so he can be reunited with his adopted duaghter?,one thing he didnt know was that his feelings for you were growing by the second until he finally had the bals to confess.

Mafia wally:Welcome to the family when he saw you he thought that it was love at first sight,he'd often give some of his members some difficult task but to you some easy task becuas he has a soft spot,he'd often tease you becuas he finds it cute how flusterd up you get,he adores your kindness and innocence,whenever you drop something and bend over he gets the chance to smack your ass (smack my ass like a drum)he'd often "acsidentally" put his hand on your cocomelons or thighs imean this man drooling over for you,you have him going crazy for you,he will kill anyone who touches you in anyway becuas he dosent like it when someone touches whats his so if you dont see that person the next day you know why.

[darkgodcomplex]

Sleepover

Wally X Reader

Content warning: Body horror, psychological horror, scopophobia, violence

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"This'll be so much fun!" Wally grins at you as you step into Home, duffel bag in tow. While yes, you are excited, you also are nervous.

"This is going to be the best sleepover!" Julie chimes in.

The gang truly is all here, you're the last one to arrive, and the sleepover is in full tilt. Julie sits crossed legged painting Sally's nails, Poppy is dressed to nines in her rainbow pajamas while Howdy wears more conservative plaid pajamas, Eddie eagerly listens to Frank talk about a butterfly book he recently read, and Wally, ever the pleasant host, leads you around the party.

That's not to forget Barnaby, who is already passed out in the corner.

The nervous pit in your stomach continues to gnaw at you, even as Julie tugs you in to get your nails painted. You've never spent the night at Wally's house before, it's certainly a new experience.

"What color do you want?" Julie asks, pulling out a bag chalk full of nail polish. "I brought my whole collection!" You admire the red color of her own nails while Sally also shows off her bright orange ones.

"Umm..." You're rather indecisive, plus there are so many colors to choose from.

"I just ran out of black though, Frank likes to use it." Julie adds.

"What other color am I supposed to paint my nails?" Frank scoffs, throwing a hand up. Eddie giggles along.

"I think you'd look nice with yellow polish." Poppy says to Frank.

"Oh, yes!" Eddie practically jumps at the thought. "Do yellow, Frank!" Frank merely rolls his eyes, a blush darkening his cheeks.

"I think this blue would look nice on you." Wally nudges you, noticing your indecision. You grasp the color he pointed out, staring down at it. It's a beautiful midnight blue, he truly did pick out a suiting color. You shouldn't be surprised though, painters do have a good eye for that.

Julie grabs the polish from you, "Perfect!" You stick out your hands for her as she leans down to get to work.

You all continue to idly chatter as Julie finishes up your nails.

"And done!" She beams. You admire the careful work she's done.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Howdy digs through his bag. "I brought some snacks!"

He tosses out candy bars and other treats. You can't exactly eat with your nails still wet, so you watch as the others dig in and blow on your nails.

"Should we wake up Barnaby?" Poppy frets. "He would be sorely disappointed if he missed out."

"Let me wake the big oaf." Wally gives a wink, sauntering over to the sleeping Barnaby. Leaning down, he shake's Barnaby's arm.

Nothing happens.

"Barnaby!" Wally shakes him harder. "Wake up!"

Howdy sighs, "I guess he doesn't want treats-"

"Did someone say treats!" In an instant, Barnaby is up, tail wagging. Everyone laughs.

"I should've known." Wally rolls his eyes with a grin as Barnaby races to get food. He turns to his seat near you.

As Barnaby quickly chomps down his food, Julie fiddles more with her nail polish.

"Wally, we should paint your nails!" Julie suddenly shouts.

Wally merely laughs, "I'm an artist, but I don't think that's really for me."

"Oh, come on!" Sally tries to convince him. "We can also get Eddie and Barnaby in on it too!"

"I feel like I'm already colorful enough." Barnaby says between bites.

"Oh Barnaby, but don't you want more colors?" Julie clasps her hands together. "This is perfect! I can do Eddie's nails and Sally can do Barnaby's nails!"

"Then... I can paint your nails for you, Wally." You say quietly, looking up at him. "If you want, of course."

He looks at you for a second, pausing before quickly nodding. "Yeah, you can paint my nails."

As Julie sets up to paint Eddie's nails a deep pink and Sally goes to Barnaby with a bright purple, Wally kneels in front of you, holding his hands out.

"Umm..." You look at the bag of nail polish. "What color do you want?"

"Why don't we match?" He smiles, nodding his head towards the midnight blue.

"Okay!" You feel your heart flutter in excitement as you grip the polish, dipping the brush in and smearing the paint onto his first nail. You're not very good and hope he doesn't mind.

As the others chat, Wally leans down to your ear to whisper, "Do you like the color I picked out for you?"

You can't help but blush as you feel his breath on your ear. "Yes!" You say a little too quickly. "I mean... it's really nice!"

He smiles, "I'm glad."

As you work, you chew on your lip, trying to make sure your strokes are even. You nudge closer, trying to get a closer look, but instead end up spilling the nail polish all over Wally.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You gasp, grabbing at the bottle of polish.

He doesn't seem phased, but you still feel bad. "It's really okay."

"Here, let me go get something to clean you off." You stand. "Where are your washcloths?"

"In the bathroom down the hall." He gestures. You hurry down the hall.

Throwing open cabinets, you search through, trying to get back before the nail polish completely ruins his nice clothing. You know how much time Wally puts in to look nice, you'd hate to destroy one of his favorite jackets. As you search, you hear an odd creaking noise.

At first, you think it's just one of the others that came to help to search, but it quickly becomes apparent that no one is there.

You turn your head, eyebrow up as the noise lingers outside the door.

"Hello?"

You stand, listening to the pacing and squeaking of floorboards. Upon peaking outside the door though, you only find an empty hallway.

The noise stops.

Shaking your head, you turn back, finding the washcloth and quickly heading back down to everyone else.

Wally has taken his jacket off and Julie has the nail polish remover ready as you hand them the washcloth.

"Won't that damage it?" Frank asks as Julie pours the remover onto the jacket.

Julie shrugs, "Beats me!"

"Oh, brother." Wally laughs.

"I really am sorry, Wally!" You fret, watching as Julie haphazardly dabs at the stain.

"Don't worry about it." Wally leans back on his arms. "It's just a jacket, not the end of the world."

"I think we should let it soak." Julie decides, setting down the jacket. You glance over at Wally, who seems unphased by this. You hope his jacket turns out okay, maybe you'll buy him a new one if it doesn't turn out.

"What're we doing next?" Barnaby asks, waving his hands in an attempt to dry his nails faster.

Sally gives a sudden burst of energy, "OH! Let's play a game!"

"What kind of game?" Poppy tilts her head.

With a mischievous grin, Sally points her finger. "Truth or Dare!" She crosses his arms. "Here! I can go first! Poppy, ask me one!"

"Truth or-“

"Dare!" Sally doesn't even let Poppy finish her sentence.

Poppy thinks on this for a second, mulling over her options. "I dare you to... make up a dance!"

Sally laughs, "That's easy!" She quickly swivels her hips, lifting up a leg to an usual dance that is oddly reminiscent of Elvis' dance moves. Her shoulders go into the movement too as she hums a song to the beat of her dance.

When she's done, she takes a bow, which makes everyone clap.

"Wow! That looked rehearsed!" Howdy compliments.

"Thank you, thank you!" Sally takes another bow. "Now, however, it's my turn! Howdy, Truth or Dare!"

"Me?" He blinks. "I suppose truth."

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

Howdy hum's and haw's for a second, thinking it over. "Well... one time at the market, I was helping someone find their item... and then kept asking for apple floss! I was so confused... I told them that I don't think we carry flavored floss, but they kept insisting that we had this apple floss." He shakes his head. "It wasn't until they left that I realized that they were saying applesauce!" You laugh along with everyone else.

"Wait a second," Wally scratches his head. "Is applesauce made of-"

"Oh brother it's the pie thing again." Frank sighs.

"Applesauce is made of apples, Wally." Poppy explains politely.

Wally tilts his head, "But-"

"We're not getting into this again!" Sally interjects. "Ask away, Howdy!"

"Julie, Truth or Dare?"

Julie flips her hair, giving a smile. "Truth."

"What's your favorite color?"

Sally sighs, "You're doing this wrong!"

Julie pauses, eyes going wide. "Well... How can I just pick one color! I know I love red and pink, but what about green and blue and oh! I almost forgot about purple! Then we also need to talk about shades, do I like pastel or neon? There's just too many options."

"Wow, I didn't realize how big of a decision it really is." Barnaby seems to contemplate all this.

"It is!" Julie agrees. "You can't just have one favorite color."

"Black." Frank says. "Look? See how easy that was?"

"A dull black or a bright black?" Julie asks. "Is it more grayish? Blueish?"

Frank sighs.

Julie shakes her head. "See? You really can't come to a conclusion. Anyway, Eddie! Truth or Dare?"

"Uhhh...." He looks lost. Eventually Frank nudges him, trying to get him to just answer. "Dare, I guess."

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room." Julie says, a sly smirk upon her lips.

Eddie gives a big dumb smile. Without hesitation, he leans over and plants a gentle kiss onto Frank's lips. It's barely a peck, but it's enough to leave Frank red with embarrassment.

"Wally, Truth or Dare?" Eddie asks, grin still plastered to his face.

"Truth, please." Wally interlocks his fingers, waiting for his question.

"Who's your favorite?"

Wally is silent, half lidded eyes glancing at you before sighing and shaking his head. "None of you! I love all of my friends equally, of course!"

Barnaby laughs, "What a Wally answer."

"Well, I'm Wally, so it makes sense." He shrugs, looking over to you. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." You say, sitting up straighter.

"What are you afraid of?"

His eyes seem to pierce into your soul as he leans forward, watching for your reaction. A chill follows down your spine, but you're not really sure why. After all, it's a harmless question, right?

"I don't really like the dark." You explain, trying to think. "Oh, there's also the feeling of being watched. I get that a lot when I'm alone, but I don't really like it."

"Oh, I get that too!" Julie says.

"Me too." Frank adds. Some of the others nod. Wally, however, seems to just watch you with a smile and soft eyes.

Truth or Dare continues, which results in all kinds of shenanigans. Barnaby ends up eating a donut with ketchup on it, Frank spills his guts about his celebrity crush, Poppy reveals that sometimes she just buys cakes from Howdy instead of baking them herself, Eddie gets a mustache drawn on in sharpie. Eventually, though, it comes back to you.

"Truth or Dare?" Sally asks you.

"Dare." You decide to be bold this time.

Sally grin, "I dare you to go into Wally's basement... alone."

Even Wally seems to be surprised by this, blinking at her with wide eyes. You slowly swallow.

"I don't think I've ever been in Wally's basement." Poppy says.

"Me either." Eddie chimes in as well.

"It's really damp and dark down there." Wally chuckles with a wave of his hand. "Are you sure you want to go down there?" He asks, looking at you.

"No shame in chickening out." Barnaby shrugs.

Your stomach does somersaults, flopping nervously. As much as you don't want to go down, you don't want to be the chicken.

"No, I'll go down." You say, standing. "Show me the way, Wally."

Every stands at the top to the steps of the basement, which recede down into total darkness. You can't even see the bottom from up here.

"What exactly do you use your basement for, Wally?" You ask, licking your lips nervously.

"Storage." Wally replies. "Mostly, at least."

"Oh, okay."

There's a pause. You realize everyone is waiting for you to go down.

"Well, here I go."

As you start down the steps, you wish you had asked for a flashlight. There is no way you're going to be able to see anything when you reach the bottom. However, if you head back up those steps now, you know there is no way you'll be able to convince yourself to come back down later.

As you walk, it feels like someone is walking down behind you. There are two sets of footsteps on the stairs, despite you knowing that no one would've come down with you.

When you reach the bottom, you stand in darkness, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the light. The noise behind you reaches the bottom as well and the sound of footsteps continues, moving along the edges of the basement.

There's a popping noise as well, though you're not sure where that's coming from either. You get that odd feeling that someone is watching you.

You can't take this any longer. You sprint back up the steps, relieved to see the familiar looks of friends' faces when you reach the top.

"You did it!" Wally celebrates.

"Well, you weren't down there for very long." Sally says. "But, you still did it."

"It's getting late anyway." Julie yawns. "Shouldn't we be going to bed?"

You all head back over to the living room, where everyone starts to set up their sleeping bags. Frank and Julie lay theirs next to each other, Howdy, Poppy, and Sally lay theirs out in another part of the living room, and in a different corner Barnaby and Eddie set up.

"Want to sleep near me?" Wally asks, sleeping bag in hand.

"Oh, yes!" You say. "I figured you were going to sleep on the couch?"

"No, no." Wally shakes his head. "You can have the couch. I want you to be comfortable."

"That's really nice." You blush.

You throw your sleeping bag onto the couch and Wally lays his onto the ground below it. You think it's comforting that he'll be right there all night.

Everyone snuggles into their blankets as Wally shuts off the light. Slowly, you hear everyone's breathing soften as one by one they fall asleep. Your eyelids grow heavy as you soon join them.

You wake up a while later. It's still dark, but something definitely feels off. You lay there awake for a while, trying to figure out exactly what is wrong, until it hits you.

There's no sound of breathing.

Is no one here? You stand up, trying to make sure you don't step on Wally in his sleeping bag only to realize your efforts were fruitless. He's not there.

In fact, no one is here.

"Hello?" You call, heading for the light switch. You flick it, but the lights don't come on.

Creaking sounds from the upstairs part of the house. It sounds like someone is walking around up there. You're not overly familiar with Wally's house, but you're able to find the stairs, heading up.

"Wally?" You call, desperate for any kind of response.

You get none.

The creaking continues though, getting louder the closer you get.

"Guys?" You call again. "What are doing up here? I thought we were sleeping?"

The noise leads you to a room at the end of the hall. Light spills out from the bottom of the door, illuminating part of the hallway. As you grasp the doorknob, the noise stops.

Pushing open the door, you scream at the sight inside. It's all your friends... well, kind of.

They're grotesque, body parts snapped and bent every which way, jaws broken and mouths open in agony. They writhe about, crawling by digging their nails into the wooden floor.

Worst of all, though, is their eyes. Bloodshot and wide, their irises are stretched thin from how wide their pupils are. They're all staring at you.

Then, they start to crawl towards you.

You wake with a gasp, sitting up as your hands fumble to find something sturdy. You breathe hard, chest falling heavy as tears prick your eyes.

"What's wrong, are you okay?"

You glance down to see Wally still awake, book sitting in lap with a small reading light.

It's only then that you notice the warm wet feeling. You groan, reaching a hand down to confirm what you fear. Your pants are soaking wet, sticking to your legs uncomfortably as they start to cool off. You pray that you didn't ruin Wally's couch.

"Are you okay?" Wally repeats, standing up in a panic.

"I'm okay." You nod, feeling the tips of your ears go warm. "It's just... um." You flip your blanket off of yourself.

"Oh!" He sounds relieved. "That's no biggie, we can just wash it." He glances around at everyone sleeping. "Just you and me, no one has to know."

You slowly nod.

Wally is very sweet and helpful, even giving you a pair of his pajamas to wear while he washes yours. He brings another blanket downstairs for you to use.

"Thank you for all your help." You say, sitting down on the couch. He sits next to you.

"No problem." He leans in, nuzzling at your ear. "I like to take care of you."

You laugh, "I'm also sorry about your jacket. I wish I could take care of you for once."

Wally merely smiles, "Don't worry, all will be repaid in the end."

You're not sure why, but that makes your hair stand on end. When you eventually crawl back onto the couch and Wally lays at the ground, you find that for some reason sleep won't take you.

You feel like someone's watching you.

[chronicbeans]

Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 4)

No thoughts. Only silly.

TW: Derealization, Idol Worship, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of Stalking

🍎 The last few days have been a blur of the bright colors in the neighborhood mixed with the dull, more muted tones of your world for Wally. It seems like every "night" in his world, he is now ripped out of his false reality and into your true one. No sleep him, because whenever he enters Home with even the slightest intention to rest after a long day of playing, he's suddenly being picked up by you and brought to the box.

🍎 His friends have noticed, of course. Especially Julie and Frank. His movements are much more sluggish and lethargic. His eyes seem more empty than before. They hear his off-putting mutterings about a world beyond their own, a benevolent being controlling all, the lights above being so bright - harshly so! - and missing the warm, comforting arms of some savior.

🍎 Wally's tried to explain what he has seen, saying otherwise would be a huge lie! Nobody believes him, though. Frank says that he is simply trying to scare them all. Frank says that, back in his home town, they spoke of these puppeteers as a way to keep bad children to behave. They are just little myths and nothing more, which is why he doesn't have any books about them. Why worry about these fake beings when he can learn more about his precious butterflies?

🍎 The only one who cares to listen is Julie. She's concerned for her friend as she looks up to him from her place sitting on a rock. She watches as he moves his arms in extravagant flourishes, emphasizing just how passionate he is about the subject of this benevolent being.

🍎"And then," he begins, spreading his arms out wide before pretending to scoop something up and cradle it, "the being scooped me into their arms! Their arms were warm and smooth! Their skin didn't feel like mine or yours! It was smooth and felt a bit like... I don't know how to explain! It was the warmest thing I ever felt in my entire life!"

🍎 Julie simply chuckles, a strained, forced sound that didn't hold any amusement. Wally knows that she only listens to him because she is concerned for him. She must think he is crazy! That he lost his wits! It doesn't matter, though, because he needs somebody, anybody to talk to about the puppeteer. About the one behind everything he says and does. The one behind everything everybody says and does! If he can't talk about it, he would truly go insane from keeping it all in.

🍎 Wally's words are cut off by Julie's voice saying "Wally, you're scaring me." He could only grow silent, his eyes wide and a desperation building up to just... continue talking about the puppeteer. He holds back, though, watching as she stands up from her seat. The puffy skirt of her dress bounces as she steps over to him, slowly but surely, speaking in a hesitant tone.

🍎"Wally... I love you, and you're scaring me. Poppy loves you and you're scaring her. Barnaby loves you and you're scaring him! EVERYONE here loves you, and you're scaring us! You keep talking about strange, fantastical things. You keep saying that we aren't real... That this puppeteer controls all. That we have no free will? Why are you doing this? Is this a joke? A prank? Please, tell me it's a prank! It wouldn't be a funny one, but it would be better than if you are serious..."

🍎 With a simple shake of the head, Wally seemingly crushed Julie's hopeful spirit. He then continues, explaining "It's because it IS true! Can't you see it? The walls look fake! The flowers don't smell like flowers should! Can't you see that this isn't real? There is more out there!"

🍎 Julie shakes her head, taking a shaking step back as she quietly mutters "I don't know what's really anymore, Wally. You make me think of awful things... That's why you're scaring me. I don't want to think of all this." With that, she leaves in a hurry, almost like she's seen a ghost in the place of her friend.

🍎 Wally, however, is satisfied. She's thinking about what he is saying! Even if she doesn't want to, she is thinking about it. She'll understand one day, hopefully! Even if it is just one other puppet, it is better than being the only one who knows of those bright lights.

🍎 Now, though, it is time for Wally to return to Home. He needs to write more notes to his beloved puppeteer! He can't wait to tell them how one of his friends is thinking about his words! He can't wait to tell them more about how much he loves them! They're the as above to his so below. He... might not know what an "as above" or "so below" is... but he heard one of the other creatures in your world say it, so it must be something cool! Plus, you do stand above all in his little world.