#death welcomes you home

[brokenstarrylights]

So many interesting connotations come with the Greeks calling the underworld the house of Hades….

[alihelles2]

Do you hear this voice? We wish for death every day. I ask all the people who have mercy to help us. This is hell. We want to help, even if it is just a little. We thank all the people who helped us and keep them away from evil and harm.

There are no institutions of life, no treatment, no anything, there is no bathroom, there is nothing 😭😭

If we had a life

It's getting narrower little by little😭😭

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thinking about Eddie & hyacinths again

[runaway-dreamers]

An opportunity for Wally request has arrived!! Exited-exited!

Since im a tiny bit evil it would be fluff turned angst >:)

How about while Wally and Reader cuddle, Wally asks about our heartbeat, we answer explaining that its a sign of us being alive, as a consequence of that he learns about our mortality

Ty for your consideration 🌹

Hmm, I'm a little awkward here. I do hope you like it! Thank you, Anon!

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Here in deeper conversations, I find myself wishing to be folded into you.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 1,116

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The sun dipped low in the cloudless sky. Shadows of buildings were slanted across the now empty roads, a deepening orange filled the spaces between. A breeze lifted the weightless blinds filling every corner of the room with the smell of late spring afternoons. The gently lifting and falling curtain cast its own shadow on the two sleeping bodies held close to one another. 

You were laying on your back with Wally's head resting on your chest. Your hand was gently combing through the soft blue waves of his hair. A comforting silence had built around you. Nothing was said as his hand pressed gently against their skin. It gave way, but remained taut against the pressure. What started off as helping a stranger turned into this.

During that time spent caring for each other things were thought of, but never asked. Questions weren't able to pass from their lips. There was a clear wall between the two. A wall that made conversation tough. They would converse about the general, but just as important, well being of one another. They would chat about Wally's new painting. You would ask about the different techniques he used this time around, and he would give them all the information he could offer. The two were close friends. 

There was a mutual understanding expressed in eyes half-looking as they passed by one another. They shared it when they said their goodbyes or see you later. They shared it when talking over morning coffee. A moment's grief made painfully acute by avoidance. They ignored it as much as they possibly could hoping that this was the correct path. 

It must have grown over time nurtured by him admiring you in the morning sun as they gazed into eyes still glittering from sleep. It may have been when you first saw him with his hair down watching the sun rise from the kitchen window. All you really knew was that this little pang of joy grew into a pulsating surge of longing. Without much words spoken the both of you had begun sharing a bed. Wally would go quiet first as he felt the tautness of your skin. His head would always rest on your chest. Your hand always traced along the fine stitches on his body. 

The first time Wally had his head on your chest, he had squeezed you so tight and pressed his ear as close as he could. You said nothing when he did this, but you could feel the racing of your heart. At some point you had slept and woke to him still listening. He never asked. You never offered.  

The growing weight of unspoken words would always become too heavy, and those questions must flow. Wally moved propping himself up on his elbow. His thick blue hair slipped from between your fingers. The movement roused you from your sleep, and you looked at him concerned. 

"Neighbor, I've been meaning to ask," His voice was low as he spoke, "What is this sound in your chest? Is it a crank? A voice box?"

Wally rested his hand on your chest, his fingers curled and his pointer gently tapping to the rhythm of your heart. His eyes held the same sweet look they always did. The same look you'd always seen when he offered you tea or a bite of his apple. His hair hung down to the side with strands caught in the golden hours glow, and you wanted to run your fingers through again. He looked like a dream, a fantasy. 

"That's my heart. It keeps the tempo of my life." 

Wally stopped tapping as you spoke, "Keeps the tempo of your life?"

His confusion was showing. The walls were slipping. The moon had risen and the night spread its deep blue glow. They stared at one another waiting to see what would happen next. Behind the silence tension had sprouted.

"Yes. If it stops, well, it means the show's over." You tried to laugh away the uneasiness hoping the conversation would change quickly. 

Wally laughed montone and robotic, "Hahaha, what show would that be?" 

"The, uh, Y/N show." Your heart sank. 

He was confused, "How would I turn it back on?" 

"You can't. No one can, really. Maybe I'm not explaining it right," You sat up, "My heart is why I'm alive. When it stops beating I'll be.. not alive." 

Wally sat up and stared at you, his eyes never leaving yours. They widened as yours winced. 

"What happens when you're not alive, neighbor?" 

"I imagine it's us returning to the primordial soup, the creation of all things, but I don't know." 

"So when your heart stops, you'll no longer be here?" Wally's voice cracked as he struggled with the weight of what he just learned. The pieces were not clear and didn't fit well together, but from the jagged edges came an idea so startling it caused him to cry. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back and kissing the side of his head. Neither of you spoke as Wally clung to you listening once more to your heart.  

"That isn't right now. Right now I'm here with you still living, still with a beating heart. You can hear it whenever you need to. Imagine my heart beats for you, too." You spoke softly, your words barely a whisper in the dark. 

You sat there for a while just holding one another. It felt like new questions were waiting to pour out from the both of you. New conversations waiting to be explored. Things to understand and things meant to cause arguments. Why did it suddenly feel like these things now had an even tighter deadline? Like they might not ever be spoken of. The potential of you and I was a burden threatening to drag us under. 

With Wally's head against your chest and your hand absently rubbing his back, you could let yourself believe an ending was far off. This moment could last forever through the winding night, through the rising sun, and through the cool blue of daytime skies. If this was the anchor in the now uncertain ending then so be it. Assume for a second this is all there is. Being here together for a moment in a lifetime of change and hardship was more than enough.

"If.. You leave. That loss would change me. You'll have gone somewhere I can never go." Wally spoke next, his voice would shake and crack. 

"An eventual inevitability, but not right now. I promise I'll stay right where you can see me for as long as I possibly can." 

"I'll memorize the tempo of your life, Y/N."  

[darkgodcomplex]

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[wanderpastme]

Welcome Home <3

Chapter 2

Creepy Pompadour my beloved

Basically a Wally Darling x Reader fic

I am a smut writer, but the creator has stated they are uncomfortable with that kind of content, so this will be strictly non-smut fic… I didn’t say it was going to be SFW though.

Of course, this is a horror arg after all :)

TW: BLOOD, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, STALKING, STARING (👁), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, THREATS, GORE, BODY HORROR

GN READER (That is subject to change, but prolly not)

BTW this chapter is a lot of setup, lots of filler

Chapter 1: Apple Of M̵̻̟̥̯̮̰̩̱͕̩̙̟̦̓̉͜ͅͅY̷̺̜̓́͠ Eye

Darkness surrounded you, simultaneously pulling you in and out like the waves of the tide, pulling at your skin with its awful gaze.

Its gaze burned into you like a fire that would never be extinguished.

You wanted to go home, to hide and never be seen again, but something inside you told you that would never be the case again.

I̴̟̲̋ ̸̭̪̕s̸̱̯̋e̸̗̾̐e̸̻̜̓ ̶̟̇̕ỳ̷̠̻o̴̳̣̊u̸̥̔.̵͝ͅ ̵̪́I̵͕͐ ̸̧̗̓s̸̺͐͆e̸͛̃͜e̷̤̕ ̸̨͚̇́y̴̦̺͒͝ő̸̧̺̓ǘ̵̺.̴̥͘ ̷̫̈́͗͜I̶͕̱͌͝ ̵̜̥͒̐s̶̠̮̀͘e̵̪͔͐̍e̵͔̐̾ ̵̢́y̵͈̿o̶̠̾u̴̲͝.̷̧̿́ ̴̩̪̌̕I̸͉̽ ̶̡̥́̃s̵̹͑̈́ë̴̦͍́͝ę̸̞͗ ̶̹͇͑̅y̵̻̓ͅö̷̲͈u̸͈͑.̶̡͖̉ ̸̮̽I̴̟̍̂ ̶̢̻͊̈́s̵͙̤̊e̵͕̊ȅ̴͖̞ ̷͈̪͌͑ỳ̸̥̈́ó̴͇u̶͎͝.̸̢͔̽ ̷͐͠ͅI̴̪̅ ̸̪́s̵̛̤̀ȇ̸̲è̴̮ ̷̘̋͑y̴̻̎o̶̢̎u̶̢̩̿͂.̵̖͚͋ ̶͈̟̇̈́Í̵̩ ̵̟͕̃͠s̶͔̯͊͠e̵̖͇͝e̷̫͎͌ ̶̩͈͝y̶̦̋o̶̰͉͘͝u̸̬̿͝.̸̛̫̈ ̶̤͐̕I̶͇͑ ̴̤͐̈s̴͎̈e̸̮̬͂e̷̺͒ ̵̧͆y̷͖̠̽o̶̟̻̓u̵̯̔̽.̸̱̔ ̵͙̗͑̚I̶͖̿̐ ̶͖̻̈s̶̪̓e̵̬͝e̵̟͎̓̽ ̷̨̀y̷͉͊͘ö̸̪͖́ų̴̚.̶̠̣̅̋ ̷̙̻̄̈́I̸̯͕̓ ̶̨̛͝s̴͇͇͛ė̴̟͆è̶̞̑ ̵̥̜̍y̸̟̒o̷̙͗̊û̶̪.̶͉͋ ̸̥̹̆Į̸̘̊͝ ̴̺͊͘ş̷̃e̷̗̘̍̕é̶̮ ̶̰̤͊̀y̷̯̏o̸͚̤̾ũ̷̟̒.̶͉̑̔ͅ ̸̙̂I̵̮̓ ̵̳̗̍̿s̷̹͍̔͗ḙ̵̺͝ê̵̠̿ ̶̛̅ͅy̴̢͊͜o̴̖̎u̸̹͝.̸͚͍̒͋ ̷̼̉̕I̸̹͑ ̶͕̮̍̆s̸̖̟̀̅ë̵͍̥e̵̗̎̀ ̷̘͈̓y̴͙͛͘ȯ̸̢̝ǔ̷͉̻.̶͔̓͝ ̶̞͚̇I̷͉̳͝ ̶̺̝͝s̸̳͈̒e̶̤̿̑ë̵̫͙̍ ̸͖͗̇y̴̰͌ǭ̸̒ȗ̵͔̥̒.̶̺̌̐ ̵̖̘͌́I̸̞͆ ̸̗̤̔̎ṡ̷̛͙e̷͇̎e̵͉̥̓̋ ̸̗̈́y̸̞͈̍ơ̴͓̻ṳ̸̎.̴͈̙͊͑ ̷̤̽͗I̴̧̊͋ ̶͇̻̀ș̶̞̍e̵͙͖͌̍ȩ̵̣̂͝ ̵͚̱͆̄y̶̬͍̍̊o̷̭̔͘ǔ̷̺̺.̶̯͗ ̶̜͎̈́Ḯ̸̮ ̵̳̅s̷͈̀͜ë̸̡̦́͑ẹ̵̺͌ ̶̗̊͝ẙ̵̲ǒ̷̳̹̓ű̸̹̬.̷̖̚ ̷̠͍̈́͠Ḭ̴̻͋̉ ̵̼̳̀͗s̵͙͝ė̶̜é̶̡ ̴̖̝̓̌y̸̹͐̾o̵̜̫̍̌u̸̜͂̾.̸͎̎͜ ̷͍̑I̸̬̍̓ ̴͖͌ṣ̸͉͋è̵͔̏e̴̦͚͐ ̷̩̹̌̌y̶̘͂̀o̶͇̅u̵̧͌.̴͖̖̔͝ ̵̘͎̽̽I̵̽ͅ ̸͇̼́͘s̵̪͕͑ē̵̩̈e̵͙͙͠ ̶̮́ͅỹ̵̮o̷̹̞̎̀u̴̝͔͂̄.̸̨͘ ̶̮͆́I̴̗̻͗̓ ̴͙̑ś̵̼ḝ̶̓ë̸̼͝ ̵̼̝͂͒y̷̗̌o̶̯̾͝u̶͇̣̐̚.̶̲͋͝ ̶̛̲ͅĮ̴̻̊ ̶͎͝͝s̸͔͂e̶̫̅e̴͈̺̒-̶̱̍  (I see you x21.5)

Your eyes shot open staring straight ahead at… nothing.

There was only the darkness of your living room, your plain ceiling the only thing staring back at you.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed your tangled covers off your body, cool air hitting your sweat-covered body.

It was only a nightmare.

The sound of faint static filled your ears as you regained your senses.

It looked like you had fallen asleep watching TV again, it had been a long week.

With how many hours you were working, and how hard your boss seemed to be pushing you, it was only a matter of time before you gave in to the fatigue. You needed a break.

Suddenly the once-dark room flushed with color, the static on the screen honing into a signal finally.

Glancing lazily at the screen your face filled with confusion.

“A kids show? This late?”

“Why hello Neighbor!”

A cheery puppet character filled the screen, sitting lazily in a chair. This must be the main character of the show.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sat staring at the world being built right before your eyes, colors, and shapes grabbing your attention like you were a small child.

“How cute” you mused, a soft smile on your lips.

“Oh, how I love to see you smile.”

Your face immediately dropped from your face as you stared in shock. Could they see you? No, no, it was just a scripted program, you probably just missed a cue or something.

The yellow puppet stared right back at you unblinking, his half-lidded eyes giving him a look of being tired, but his irises refused to stop staring directly at you.

Kind of creepy for a kid’s show.

Ok- that’s enough-

Looking around for the remote, you could feel the puppets gaze burning holes into your skull almost daring you to try.

“Í̶̞ ̸̛̭͇̒ẘ̵̙͙ǒ̵̗̹ù̵̖̓l̷̥̻̓̄d̸̺̣̂͘n̷͓̑'̴̪̿̃t̴̳͈̐ ̵̜̣̈́͘d̶͔̙̓̚ờ̵̧̞ ̶̮̌t̸̟̟͛̀h̶͔͝͝á̵̰͑t̵͈̦̏ ̴̨̘̾͐��̸̑͘é̴͍̼̓i̵͎̱̍̈́g̵͖̣̐h̸̰̹̐̍b̴̈́̈́ͅó̴̰͕r̴̲̰̓” (I wouldn’t do that, neighbor)

Your blood ran cold in your veins, pinning you down to the spot, your hand hovering midair, reaching for the remote.

“Oh good~”

Your eyes darted back up to the screen, further hightening your fear.

The puppet had come impossibly close to the screen, yellow, felt, hands pressing desperately against the glass, his face nothing more than a shadow with eyes.

Familiar static filled the room with an almost deafening roar, making your head pound against your skull.

Wincing you stood on shaky legs, gripping the sides of your head in pain.

“Oh don’t be like that- soon you will be H̵̨̠̀O̴͔̜͗M̸̖̀͝E̶̢̖̕” (HOME)

Tears pricked the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision as you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in agony.

“P-please stop-” you whimpered.

“Oh don’t be like that~ you’ll be here~ with me~ f̵̧̎o̶͙̐͊r̵̫̮͑͗e̷̛͛ͅv̷̥̽̋ͅè̴͚̓r̷̻͈̈́͘~” (forever)

Darkness soon filled the edges of your vision, and the rest of the world faded into a soft hue of colors. Soft carpet pressed harshly into the side of your cheek, but not for long.

You felt your body being lifted up into the air, two strong arms holding you gently to a plush chest.

“Shhh, neighbor… just rest”

[starrspice]

Another Welcome Home OC because I just can't help myself

Meet Holly Horseshoe, the local Sheriff.

Since things are usually pretty peaceful she never really has to do much, she's just there to keep the peace and lend a hand if she's needed!

[ashchoo]

{ ♡Odalia angst from a while back…♡ }

[spiderwarden]

Not me listening to this and always imagining how when Karlach ( @infernaliscor ) chooses death, the scenario in my head is that she shoved Minthara away from her so she wouldn't burn up with her. Then Minthara crying outright as she crawls back over to her and pushes her hands into her ashes and collapses onto her knees. Staring down at what's left of her love, her darling love, and just cries before she barely has enough lucidity to gather as much of her ashes as she can into a leather pouch. Where she then has two swords made from them, two swords that she carries on her back as she goes into Avernus herself, just as she promised Karlach, and enters the blood wars to make Zariel pay for ever laying eyes on her. With Karlach protecting her back just as she did in life ... swords she will plunge into the Arch devil herself, still killed by Karlach even in death.

[looks-at-you]

the update has me in SHAMBLES

Im never gonna get over

"Oh I'm up here now

I'm on the ground again

oh and now I'm up again !

oh now Barnabys up there"

[ari-jay]

A Mysterious Tip(Prologue)

Soft jazz music played through the orphanage walls. Most of the kids were asleep, tucked in their beds, while Rose and Clover were busy prepping for the funeral. They were trying to figure out how they would get the funds to do the public funeral. They didn't really have much funds to being with. As they were discussing the budget, the doorbell began to ring.

"Who could that be at this hour?" Rose said.

She went up to the door and was greeted by a mysterious man with a brief case.

"Uh... Can I help you?" Rose said.

"The Lady of the Woods sends her condolences..." They said as he held out a briefcase to Rose.

Rose looked at the brief case, then back at the man.

"Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous..." He said he handed her the briefcase.

"Wait, who-!" Before she could say another word, the person had disappeared into the night.

She closed the door behind her and went down to the maintenance tunnel where Clover and the rest of the gang were.

"Who was at the door, Rose?" Clover said.

"Some guy who delivered this briefcase. Idk. It seems pretty weird and shady if ya ask me." She said.

Rose placed the case on the table as they looked at it for a moment. Wondering if it was sent by someone from the Darling family or the Silver Fang Gang. Either way, the only way they would find out is to open it. Using caution, Clover unclasped the case and slowly opened it.

Inside of it was nothing but clover shaped black and gold Confetti.

"What the glittery goofs is this? A prank? A trick?" Nellie said as she stared at the case.

Clover took a closer look at the confetti and moved it around to revealing the bottom of the case.

"So, it's just a dumb briefcase that was filled with confetti?" Rose said, sounding annoyed and confused.

"No... look closer, Rose." She said as she pointed to a button hidden inside the case.

"This briefcase has more than meets the eye." She pressed the button, and the wood covering the second layer popped open. She lifted the wood to reveal a layer of stacks of cash and a black envelope.

The whole gang was shocked by the amount that was there.

"Holy Golden Nuggets! It's a money bag!" Nelie said as her eyes shined by the amount of money that was there.

Clover looked at the envelope. It had a red heart on it, but over it was a white x. She opened the envelope and read the letter.

"Dear Miss Clover,

How did you like my gift? My condolences to you, but I always saw death as more of a celebration of life than one that's about grief and sorrow. A real shame me and my family won't be able to hear or see any of your performances for a while. I'm a huge fan, you could even say I'm an admirer of both your performances on stage and backstage if you know what I'm saying.

I hope this will cover all the funds needed to execute a lovely funeral for a heart of gold like yours. Hopefully in your next life, I will be able to meet you in person and share a duet or two with you. Don't worry about your secret too. I cross my heart that I won't tell anyone about your plan. Just know... you have someone who's got their eyes, ears, and voice around this town. You know how the saying goes...

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer..."

-Lady of the Woods

Clover had so many questions going through her head, but one thing she knew she was certain of...

There was another Family out there, but one important question stuck out above the rest of them swirling in her head...

Are they friend or foe?

Wooooo! Done and done! A Welcome Home Mob! AU Comic.

These wonderful characters do not belong to me. They belong to the wonderful and talented artist below.

Mob! Red Rose: @maddiethehatter2192

Mob! Clover: @chimeracarnival

Mob! Sheriff Nellie: @sheriffopossum

Please go take a look at their blogs, or give them a follow!

Also, thank you for sticking around to the end and taking the time to read up until this point. I have a lot of plans for this fandom, so I appreciate your patience and support!

[coco0milkshake]

Sup long time no see

Anyways here are some Headcannons (slight blood warning)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

people practice w Them <3

[darkgodcomplex]

You

Wally X Reader

AO3 LINK

Content warnings: yandere, extreme violence, graphic gore, major character death, psychological horror, stalking, manipulation

Wally loves visiting you.

He tries to as often as possible, disguising it as just another neighborly check-in. He hopes you never find out that he doesn't check on the others nearly as much he comes to check on you.

When he feels like he's checked in on you too often, he hovers outside your house, watching from the bushes to get a glimpse at what you're doing. After all, you're his best friend! He absolutely must know what you're up to!

No, you're so much more than his best friend.

You're his.

He always makes sure to bring you some sort of treat. The way you light up when he holds out a slice a pie or a piece of candy makes his chest flutter with excitement. Yes. Only he can make you feel this way. It doesn't matter that you entertain the other neighbors, he knows that secretly you only like him.

With a swift knock on your door, he waits for you to answer. The special gift he's brought today is a box of chocolate truffles he made himself.

Well, with Home's help of course.

You're always finished with dinner by this time, he knows this from watching your routine. He thinks this is the perfect time to bring you a little dessert. Usually you're curled up on your couch watching TV by now.

The thought of you watching his show makes him puff out his chest in pride. Of course you watch it, you love him just as much as he loves you.

You don't answer the door right away, which makes him worry. Has something bad happened to you?

He waits patiently for another minute. He wouldn't wait for just anyone, so he hopes you know how special you really are to him. He knocks again, harder this time. It's not very neighborly of him, but he can't help it when it comes to you.

Where are you?

He leans his head to peak through your living room window. It's dark and the TV isn't on. With careful eyes he scans the rest of your windows. There seems to be no lights on at all in the house.

"Oh, Wally, hey!"

He turns to see you coming up your driveway, Howdy Pillar in tow. Twinges of jealousy plague his chest, but he keeps his composure. He hates that you have your arm linked with Howdy's.

"Hi, neighbor!" He grins, glaring at Howdy. Howdy notices and slowly unlinks your arms.

"We just went out for dinner." You tell Wally, eyes scrunching up in a smile. He instantly forgives you for all the attention you're giving Howdy, he knows you don't mean anything by it. You're just a friendly neighbor, it's what he loves about you.

"That's wonderful." His eyes soften as he looks at you. You're so excited to tell him. "That means that you probably should be going then." He looks at Howdy. "Right, Howdy."

"Um, yes, I'd better be off." Howdy tilts his hat, quickly scampering off.

"Oh." You turn to watch him go. "Well, bye, Howdy."

"Bye, Howdy!" Wally waves with a large smile. Howdy doesn't turn to wave back.

Good. Maybe Howdy's learned to keep away from his property.

"I brought you a little something." He holds out his handmade treats for you, which you delight in.

"These are so nice, Wally!" You gush. He can practically feel his heartbeat in his ears just from your kind words. "Why don't you come in?"

There's the ticket. He loves when you invite him in. Maybe it's because his Home is so personal to him, but it feels special when you let him inside.

You set the chocolates on the coffee table and gesture for him to sit down as you go to make drinks for you both, you're just neighborly in that way. When you slip into the kitchen, he takes the time to poke through your stuff.

You have books scattered all over. He expects as much from you.

Painting supplies.

Aw, are you trying to be like him? He admires the effort.

On a shelf is a bouquet of flowers. He knows it's from Julie and it once again sets him aflame.

Soon you'll understand why he hates having all these people poking around your life, tainting you with their dirty touches. All he wants is to protect you, keep you away from all these psychos. He delights at the idea of getting to punish you for all the attention you've been receiving as of late.

He can hear you heading back to the living room, so he scrambles to sit politely on the couch. You come in holding two mugs, graciously handing him one before taking a seat on the other end of the sofa and sipping your own drink.

You hold the mug so delicately it drives him wild. Still, he's well mannered, taking a drink from his mug.

"What did you do at your dinner?" He can't help but pry for information.

"Oh, it wasn't anything special, we just had Italian." You tell him. "It was really good though!"

Surely it wouldn't have been as good as having dinner with him. He could've cooked it himself, he knows you would've enjoyed that. You appreciate effort.

You continue on, "Howdy is so nice, he invited me to go see Sally's play next week!"

Wally can feel his eye twitch. You just don't understand the things you do to him, why you can't just be running around town with all these people.

"I suppose I'll have to come along as well." He smiles, mug pressed against his lips.

It's then that he notices it. On the table, a polaroid photo of you and Howdy, both smiling wide for the photo, arms wrapping around each other.

It drives him mad. How can he call this naïveté if you're practically flaunting it about?

He's decided it. He needs to take care of Howdy. For your sake, really, you just don't understand how dangerous some people are. Only he can protect you.

He grins as he listens to you ramble on with your story, thinking hard about his next move.

Soon you'll love him the same way he loves you.

_____

Wally curses quietly to himself as blood gets on the white soles of his shoes. Stupid Howdy, even in death finding ways to inconvenience him.

Whatever, it isn't as if he hasn't gotten his hands a little dirty before. Plus, this cause is certainly worth the effort. Hoisting Howdy up by his armpits, Wally drags the man towards the noose he laid out nicely. Sally had taught him well in the art of staging a scene.

With quick hands, he is able to loop the rope around Howdy's neck and pull the corpse up towards the ceiling, tying the extra bit of rope to the leg of the sofa.

All taken care of.

Of course, he is sad to lose a neighbor. Wally does care about his friends, but they should know better than to touch his stuff. Good friends respect each others' property.

So, Wally leaves Howdy to rot. Secretly, he hopes that you find the body. The trauma and horror of finding someone like that would be sure to make you run to his arms for comfort. Oh, and he would be so good at comfort too, letting you cry your eyes out while you sit in his lap. You'd look so pretty with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Unfortunately, you don't find the body, Julie Joyful does.

Not so joyful now.

Still, you're upset, which is all he could've asked for really.

He shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers, which were only chosen to replace the ones he saw the last time he was at your house. His are so much better anyway. He gives a jolly knock on your door, glancing through the window to watch you make your way over.

"Hi Wally." Your eyes are red from crying. "Thank you for coming over."

"Of course." He steps into your house, handing over his gift. "Are you alright?"

You gingerly take the flowers, rubbing at your eyes. "I'm okay, really."

"Why don't we sit." His fingers ghost along your back as he leads you to the couch. You let yourself be guided by him, which he delights in. See? You follow his directions so nicely, how can he not like you?

You set the flowers onto the coffee table, which has gotten cluttered. He supposes that you haven't done much cleaning since the incident. You slump back onto the couch, eyes distant.

"I just never thought that he would be the kind of person..." Your lip wobbles as you speak, eyes trained on the floor.

"It's alright." He says, scooting closer to you. "I promise, things will be okay in the end."

"Yes, I know they will be." You nod, tears threatening to spill at any minute. "I just can't believe he's gone."

"I'm always there for you, you know." He replies, hand stroking your back.

"I know, Wally."

"I don't think you do." He knows his eyes are wild and tries to tame their intensity as to not scare you. Grasping at your chin, he tugs it up so that that he can stare into your flooded eyes. "I'm always there for you. More than anyone else ever could."

Confusion clouds your gaze, along with another emotion he can't quite detect.

"You're not my only friend, Wally."

This one cuts him deep. No, he isn't your only friend, but he should be. You're his, why don't you understand that?

"Of course not." He puts on a warm smile. "You have Julie, Sally, Eddie, all the others."

"Yes." You agree, but you're quiet.

"For now, at least." He adds.

You grow quiet and he knows he messed up, but he just can't help it. He knows that he should take his time with you, yet it's so difficult to watch you subconsciously resist his efforts. Being slow takes forever, he wants it now.

You cough, "Um, I'm actually getting tired." He internally curses himself for upsetting you.

"Oh, of course." He stands. "I'm sure you've had a long day."

"Yeah, I have." You nod, standing as well.

He tugs you into a hug, feeling you stiffen against his body as he lets it linger for a second. You're so soft to the touch, so fragile. You'll forgive him for his little misspeak, you're too kind of a person to hold any grudges, especially against him. He doesn't want to let go from the hug, but when he does, you give him a gentle smile.

Yes, everything is all right. Especially when you give him that soft, doe-like look.

When he leaves, he doesn't actually leave. He lingers in the bushes, desperate to watch you.

You pace around the house, hands clenched in your hair as you cry. He wishes he was there, he really does, so that he can wipe your tears. You're choosing to battle this all by yourself when what you really need is him.

Soon. He promises himself. He can't rush things. That's where his problems arise. He needs to get himself in check.

You pause, worrying at your lip as you stare at something on the coffee table. He wonders what you're looking at until you grasp it in your hands.

His flowers!

He knew you'd love them! His stomach flutters as you carry them to your kitchen. He repositions himself so that he can now see through the kitchen window.

You open a lower cabinet and he gives a light smile. Were the flowers special enough to get a vase?

No.

Wally watches in horror as you dump the flowers into the trash and sob harder as you shut the cabinet once more.

Why?

Rage bubbles in his chest as his vision goes white. They had already tainted you. The neighbors... they were pitting you against him! You, in all your sweet obliviousness, had fallen trap to one of the others.

No... he knew who.

Julie.

Of course it was her, he should've suspected it from the moment he saw the flowers she had left you. She also discovered Howdy! Surely this is a dastardly plot to tear you away from him!

Not to worry. He thinks to himself. He'll save you.

He continues watching your windows even well after you're asleep, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he's in your dreams.

He'll always save you.

_____

As chill as Wally likes to pretend to be, he must admit that you drive him to insane levels of effort. Even as he hacks into Julie's body with the axe, he has hearts in his eyes thinking of you.

To the misfortune of Sally Starlet, she had been visiting when Wally decided to pay dear Julie a visit. It wasn't a hard decision to take her out too, Wally was sure that she was in on the devious plot to keep you away from him.

The pieces aren't small enough yet. Heaving it above his head, Wally brings down the axe with a careful swing. No one is ever going to find their bodies, this much he is sure of. The last death only pulled you apart from him, so his plan this time is to make you think that the two ghosted you.

He sighs to himself. Why couldn't the others understand to just stay away from you? It would prevent so much unnecessary bloodshed. He loves his neighbors.

Whatever. Their funeral.

By the time he's finished chopping the bodies, it's dark out. He doesn't need to go out, though, he knows where they will never be found.

"I have a treat for you." He's giddy as he drags the trash bags full of body parts to Home's core. In the dark room he can sense Home is watching him, but doesn't mind, not when he's in such a good mood. He tosses the bags and dusts off his hands, satisfied with his work.

As he heads back upstairs, he runs a hand through his hair, wondering if now would be an appropriate time to visit you or if it's too late in the night. It is rather late, you're probably getting ready for bed soon.

Just as he makes up his mind, the doorbell rings. He's surprised by the visitor and quickly checks himself in the mirror to make sure there's no blood on his face.

Tugging the door open, he's greeted with the sight of you bundled up in your warm clothes, eyebrows scrunched together as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

"Hello, neighbor." He beams. "I didn't expect anyone this late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You fuss, but he quickly cuts you off.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way." He smooths, enjoying how you relax your shoulders from his reassurance. "You know you're welcome any time, come in."

You step inside Home, shedding your jacket and hanging it up. He hopes you forget it so that he can clasp it in his arms tonight and fall asleep to your scent.

"Here, we can sit at the table."

Normally, he would invite you into the rest of Home, but he hadn't gotten the chance to clean up after his little... event.

"So, what's the matter?" As you sit down he interlocks his fingers, resting his chin on them.

"Julie..." You take deep breaths as you explain. "I haven't heard from her all day and we said we had plans, then Frank said he heard screaming... I just don't know what's happening."

Damn Frank had to make you think something is wrong. Not to worry though, he's an expert at spinning tales.

"Screaming?" Wally laughs. "No, Sally made up a new play! It's very dramatic, Frank's just being a worrywart again."

"But what about Julie?"

"Well..." He raises his brows. "Her and Sally were both definitely hanging out and performing that play... perhaps they simply forgot to invite you." He keeps his tone light, hoping you understand the implications of his words.

"They wouldn't forget about me." You frown, eyes falling to the floor.

"Then I suppose it was purposeful." He's more blunt with his words now, desperate to drive the point home. "Maybe they wanted to surprise you?"

You tap your foot worriedly, not replying to him. He understands it must be hard to lose your friends, he really does, after all, he's been losing these friends too! But it's for the best, besides, they aren't real friends anyway. If they were, they wouldn't be trying to take you away from him!

"Then, where are they now?" You finally speak up, voice bolder and eyes focused. "They weren't at Julie's house... or Sally's. Clearly they weren't at Frank's house... then where are they, Wally?”

He doesn't like the accusing tone you give him. He wants to punish it out of you right then and there, but holds back. Before he gets a chance to respond, Home answers for him.

A door opens in another part of Home, loud and creaking. You lift your head.

"Is someone else here?"

"No." He interjects immediately, not appreciating Home's contribution to the conversation. "Why would there be anyone else? It's just you and me."

"But-"

Floorboards bend to sound like heavy footsteps echoing through his walls. They wind through the rooms, catching your interest.

"Home-" He says in a low warning voice.

"There's definitely someone here!" You stand, wanting to move but he quickly grabs your wrist.

"There's not anyone here, I promise." He begs. "Let's just stay and sit in the kitchen."

You try to shake off his grip, but he holds on. "Let me go!" You demand. "Are they here? Is Julie here? Sally?"

"Sit Down." He's never spoken to you in such a way before, his voice commanding and scary through gritted teeth. He sees you pause in fear and feels your trembling through his grip on your wrist. He's sure this is terrifying to you, but you didn't listen to him.

You slowly obey, lowing yourself carefully onto the seat. It's only then that he dares to let go of your wrist.

"See, isn't this better?" He asks sweetly.

You instantly dash, running towards the living room. He doesn't have the reaction time to stop you, but quickly follows in hot pursuit.

"Julie!" You scream as you run. "Sally!"

Home gives you encouragement in the form of creaks and groans, leading you exactly where he doesn't want you to go.

As you enter the room, you freeze, horror flooding your features.

He really didn't want you to see this side of him.

The bloody room before you contains the scattered pieces of Sally and Julie, hunks of their flesh wedged between the floorboards and splattered on the walls. It's truly a sight to behold.

You take a step back, making a soft squeaking noise as you're unable to form words.

Wally steps behind you, pressing the front of his body to the back of yours and his hands grip around your waist. He nuzzles close to your ear, eyes trained on the gore before him. You're in so much shock that you don't even resist him.

"I guess it was about time you find out how much I truly love you." He breathes into your ear.

You open your mouth, trying to say something, but only stutter out a string of nonsense. Your trembling body against his own drives him wild, fear suits you so well. Heavy tears drip down your face, but he only hugs you tighter.

"Now we can truly begin."

The creaking and groaning of floorboards tells him that Home agrees.

_____

He's never been happier.

You're his. Truly his and his alone now.

He lays on the floor, giddy as he stares up at your beautiful form sitting in his lap, arms tied carefully behind your back. He really does mean careful, he wouldn't want to hurt you.

He can't help but tease you, tilting his hips to see the fear flash through your eyes as you attempt to maintain balance. Not to worry, his hands are always there to catch you.

Always.

Tears fall down your face, dripping and making a mess of his jacket. He thinks that the tears really bring out the color of your eyes.

You stare at him, bottom lip wobbling. "W-Wally, please-"

God, he is practically in ecstasy just from you saying his name. He had almost begun to think that you'd never belong to him. He has gotten rid of everyone in his way. Now the wait is over.

He sits up, face pressing close to yours as he sneaks his hand under the hem of your shirt, thumbing over the bare skin of your hip. He notices the faint shutter of pleasure that tingles down your spine, despite you trying to hide it. He nuzzles against your cheek, simultaneously wiping away your tears.

"There's no need to worry." He says nonchalantly, attempting to comfort you. "I wouldn't ever hurt you."

Well, not unless you deserve it.

But you don't need to know that, especially not when he's trying to get you used to your new environment.

His hands roam your waist, greedily taking in every bit of you. He's never truly known the word euphoria until now, his mind endlessly playing the same word over and over.

Mine.

"Wally, I won't tell anyone... I promise... I promise."

More tears drip onto his jacket. He loves how you stumble over your words. It's so cute.

"Please, just let me go-"

He throws his head back, grinning stupidly at the ceiling as he basks in your naïveté.

"You don't seem to understand." He looks back at your confused face. "It's always been about you. All of this."

Your eyes search his face like you're looking for answers. He chuckles. You still don't get it.

"You love me." His eyes go crazy, grin on his face only widening. "And I love you. Don't you see? We can be together now."

Your mouth drops open slightly, round eyes no longer searching as your head drops down and eyebrows scrunch up.

Good. You've realized his love!

His fingertips brush along your arm, lingering on the sturdy rope before continuing down to give you goosebumps. You shiver, shoulders shaking slightly before returning to their slump position.

"I think-"

The familiar sound of the doorbell alerts him, but without the usual flutter in his stomach that it might be you. Who could possibly be bothering him right now when he's so busy?

Wally glances at the time. He supposes it is morning, perhaps it's just Eddie delivering the mail. Hopefully it'll be easy to shoo him away so he can get back to the important things.

"I'll be right back, promise." He presses a kiss to your cheek, which you shy away from. It doesn't stop him though. With that, he lays you on the bed, giving another pat to the ropes tying your arms before heading downstairs.

Unfortunately, it isn't Eddie at the door.

"Where is everyone?" Frank demands, frown as prominent as ever on his face.

Ugh. At least Eddie is enough of a bumbling idiot that Wally can out talk him. Frank is much harder to placate.

"What do you mean?" Wally blinks innocently.

"Don't play dumb with me." Frank points an accusing finger at him. "Something happened yesterday."

"Listen," Wally steps out of the house, gently shutting the door behind him to lean close to Frank. "Frank, whatever you thought you heard last night... you were mistaken. There was no noise, you were just imaging things... Do I make myself clear?"

Wally leans back enough to catch Frank's eyes. He's calm, but Wally can tell there is a glint of fear there.

"Yes..." Frank coughs, stepping back. "I suppose you're right."

Wally gives a friendly smile and a pat on the shoulder. "Go home, Frank. Enjoy time with Eddie."

Frank swallows, giving a nod before turning and leaving. Wally watches with satisfaction before slipping back into his house.

He heads back upstairs, eager to get back to you. He's sure that you've been desperately waiting for him too, but when he reaches the bedroom, he finds it empty.

Where are you?

He's immediately thrown into a fit of panic.

"Where is she?" He shouts at Home. Why was he not warned of this?

Home is suspiciously quiet.

Nervousness pools in his chest. Home is up to something.

"What are you doing?" He demands, searching through rooms. He scrambles through, desperate to find you.

It's only when he hears you scream that he realizes where you are.

Home's core. Of course, he should've predicted this. The sneaky bastard was luring you in.

He sprints down the stairs and down the winding hallways. The further he goes, the less windows and sunlight there is, but he's used to it by now. Home's maze-like interior is quite predictable if you know how to navigate it.

He finally reaches the core, chest heaving from his run.

Floorboards chatter and pipes bang throughout the room. You're propped in the corner, terrified, arms still uselessly tied around your back.

"She is NOT food." He scolds, hands clenched into fists as he moves to grab you.

You're distraught... and oh so happy to see him! He's half thankful for Home's intervention, not that he'd show it.

"Why would you come here?" He reprimands you as well, yanking you up by your arm and dragging you out of the dim room. You stumble and struggle to keep up with him.

"The rooms..." Your bottom lip is pouting again, it's delightfully cute. "They kept changing..."

He hums. So Home did lead you down there.

There are other clanks and creaks throughout the house, but he ignores them. Home is throwing a fit.

"You don't go down there." He says. "Ever."

You simply nod your head.

It's only then that he relaxes, letting himself enjoy the soft feel of your skin as he leads you towards the bedroom again. As you both pass by the front door, he notices an important detail.

Did he leave the door open?

Sure, it's only open a tiny crack, but surely he didn't forget it?

He goes to investigate.

Before he reaches the door though, he's met with a surprise baseball bat. Frank swings high, managing to strike Wally smack in the face, sending him toppling backwards.

"Quick, let's go!" Frank yells.

Wally groans, feeling the blood gush from his face as stars cloud his vision. He can hear the sound of your hurried footsteps, but they just sound so far away. His face pulses and swells, but he still manages to pull himself up to his feet.

It takes him a moment to reorient himself. He blinks a couple times, vision coming back enough to see you and Frank slip out the door.

No.

His hands fumble to the countertop, quickly finding his knife block. He grabs the first knife his fingers find, which happens to be his boning knife.

Catching up to you both isn't that hard, especially with Frank slowing to help you along. Who knew that swinging your arms is such an important part of running?

"Frank!" You yell, but Wally is too quick. He grabs Frank by the hair, dragging him away from you. Frank yells, struggling against his grip. You try to follow, only to trip and land heavy on your chest, occupied arms unable to break the fall. The wind is knocked out of you.

Wally drags him to the ground, hand with the knife practically twitching in anticipation. Frank kicks and throws punches, even as Wally climbs on top of him.

"You keep getting in my way!" Wally shouts. He draws the knife closer, but Frank grabs his wrist. Gravity is on his side though and he inches closer and closer with each passing second.

"You're... crazy!" Frank yells back, pressing upwards with all his might.

"Wally!" You pipe up as well. "Please... stop! For me... because..."

He laughs. He is doing this for you!

"...because I love you!"

Now this makes him pause, heart skipping a beat at the sound of your lovely voice telling him everything he's ever wanted to hear. He loves you too. So much.

Frank takes this opportunity to disarm him though, knife flying in the air and landing in a nearby patch of grass. Too far.

You love him. It's why he must do this.

Wally squares up his shoulders, hands clenching into fists as he throws a punch at Frank's face. Frank's head jerks back against the ground, banging off of it as Wally throws another and another.

Your anguished cry only makes him go harder, even after Frank is knocked unconscious, eyes rolling back in his head as blood drips from every orifice of his face.

For you.

He's only satisfied with his work when Frank's face is left as an unrecognizable lump of flesh and blood. He climbs off, wiping bloodied hands on his shirt. Home will be satisfied. Very satisfied. It seems he has much more work to do. Better to finish off the whole town, only then can the two of you be happy.

He walks over to where you lay. Hands on his hips, he tuts down at you. You've been very naughty.

"What am I to do with you?" He smiles, leaning down slightly to get a good look at you.

"Fuck off."

He laughs, but his eyes are dark as he grabs at your chin, forcing you to stare up at his face. "You might want to be careful what you say to me from now on."

He pulls you up, not caring how rough he is with you this time as he brings you back Home. Even when you stumble and fall, he continues to drag, hearing your cries of pain as your knees scrape on the ground as you try to get back up.

When you're inside, he tosses you on the ground.

He loves you. That's why you need to learn.

Your screams of agony ripple through Home, echoing the endless hallways. Wally's even sure that they can be heard down the street. Let all the other neighbors come investigate the noise, he doesn't care. All will be taken care of. You will be his. This pain may be temporary, but these lessons will last a lifetime.

Wally loves you.

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Apple of My Eye Chapter 3

Chapter 2

I’m gonna be so real rn, I have no idea where this story is going. Oh also I’m not making the main dude (You) fucking stupid, I hate when writers do that… ok not that smart, but smart enough not to be a total dumbass.

Also, I am listening to Aleph by Gesaffelstein while writing this if you want to know my inspiration behind the chapter

It had been a few days since you woke up in this strange place, Wally Darling, or as He insisted on you calling Him, ‘Your Darling’ hadn’t left your side for a moment.

Today though, today was different.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, expecting to see the same beady little eyes of the devil staring back at you… but He was nowhere to be seen.

The room around you was almost deathly quiet as if waiting for something, anything to happen.

Glaring daggers at the door, you quickly made your way to it, Wally always made sure to lock it- the handle twisted with ease, the door swinging open like an invitation.

Glaring out into the darkened hallway, you planted your feet firmly on the floor refusing to take a single step out of the room. This seemed too good to be true, nothing ever came this easy.

Sitting down on the cold wood floor, you felt the home around you and almost let out a sigh of relief, the floorboards creaking under their own weight. It was almost as if the entire structure was… alive. Allowing Wally to come and go without a sound, while keeping you securely locked away, only allowing such luxuries, such as fresh air when Wally was around.

You scooted towards the door frame, knowing if you stepped even a foot out of the threshold, Wally would appear.

That’s what He wanted, wasn’t it?

To have you disobey so He could beat you into submission, make you fear Him, but you wouldn’t play His silly little game.

You wouldn’t let Him play God.

Running your finger down the edge of the wood, you stared directly into the darkness, daring him to come out, but all you were met with was silence.

“You know, My Darling…” You purred, purposefully using the name he loved so much, “I’m not going to leave, maybe I like it here after all”

You could feel the bitter taste of the lie in the back of your throat, knowing that it was far from the truth, but he didn’t have to know that.

Still, nothing happened.

“Oh My Darling, it’s so lonely without you here…”

Nothing.

Maybe he wasn’t here.

There was only one tried and true test.

Standing up from the floor, you quickly made your way to the window, opening it with ease.

“Hiding doesn’t suit you…” You whispered, keeping your back to the door.

“Why would I ever hide from you, Pet?”

You could feel the smugness radiating from him as he stepped through the doorway.

Maybe he had won this game, thinking you were too scared to leave him now, bending to his will.

That was far from the truth and you think both of you knew it.

Turning suddenly, you met the devil himself, standing only inches from you, his eyes bearing into you like they always did.

You had grown accustomed to his stares, now openly meeting his eyes with a look of defiance whenever possible, but you were also human… or as human, as you could be, and you could never hold his glare for long.

Sitting back against the windowsill, you let the cool breeze distract you for a second, the only comfort you had in this hell hole.

Wally leaned forward, leaning against the sill, caging you in his arms, his face cradled in your neck.

You could fall backward out the window, but you doubt Wally would allow that, pulling you back with his stupid magical powers, but you could still imagine.

Imagine the look on his face as he watched you fall, the horror at losing control of his favorite plaything, the anger, the shock, it probably wouldn’t hurt all that much, maybe you would be able to run. Watch as his stupid face faded in the distance.

The thought made you smile.

“What are you thinking about?”

He wasn’t even looking at you, but somehow he knew.

“You. Always you.”

That seemed to be the right answer, because he nuzzled you in closer, holding him to himself protectively.

“Wally- Oh! A new Neighbor!”

You could feel Wally’s grip on you tighten painfully as you turned to look at the new voice coming from outside, warning you not to look, but you ignored it.

You could feel his stare burn holes into your skin, but you were more interested in the new person waving up at you.

A smaller puppet stood on the grass outside, her poofy blonde hair bouncing with every step, a horned headband the only thing keeping it in place.

“Wally! Who’s this?” She grinned innocently.

Wally pulled you harshly from the sill, silencing any protests with a hand over your mouth.

“Be silent.” He hissed.

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