#seeker!wyen

[an-amalgamate-hound]

"Beautiful dreamer...wake unto me...starlight...and dewdrops...are waiting for thee..."

The grey-skinned puppet's eyes fill with tears as they quietly sing. Wyen remembers Wally singing them to sleep during sleepovers on stormy nights. Those were the good days...

[an-amalgamate-hound]

So, Wyen(s?) how is the searching going

"...Pretty good. I think we're getting close."

[an-amalgamate-hound]

Have you ever met another Y/N before, Wyen?

“A-another me? No?”

[an-amalgamate-hound]

Wyen shivers as the rain pours down on the roof of the train station that they sit in. They look down at their map, a small smile on their face. They’re getting closer.

[an-amalgamate-hound]

Hello? You're...Wyen, right?

Wyen's head snaps up, looking around to try and figure out where the voice came from. "Um...yes, that's me...who are you? Where are you?"

[an-amalgamate-hound]

Wyen trudges through a forest, their boots squelching in the mud. They pull their hood over their head and continue on the path.

[an-amalgamate-hound]

Barnaby stares at the mural, at Wyen's likeness painted onto the wall. He knows they're still alive. He saw them escape that...that horrible place. "I hope you're doing well, Wyen...wherever you are."

Meanwhile, a certain grey-skinned puppet enters a nearby town. They look like they haven't slept or eaten in days, like they're just barely clinging on to life. They'll keep going. They have to.

[an-amalgamate-hound]

"O-okay!" They inspect the map, trying to figure out where they are relative to Home.

"Hellooooooooo other Y/NNNN"

@wyen-lin

Wyen spins around, a look of fear and surprise on their face. "H-hello?"