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[cozmicclown]

WELCOME HOME TRANSCRIBED: #1 Howdy & Poppy

This is a fan-made transcript of the first Welcome Home secret bug audio clips. I took great care to ensure the dialogue is as ACCURATE as humanly possible. That being said, any visuals or actions taken by the characters are generated through my own creative presumptions. I already have #2 and #3 written out, so I’ll be posting more of these. These are a fun exercise to practice script writing. Plain text version of the transcription is below. Enjoy!

1 - INT. POPPY'S BARN - DAY

POPPY, BIGGEST NEIGHBOUR, CHICKEN AND SWEETHEART, SITS KNITTING IN A HUGE ARMCHAIR AMIDST BALLS OF YARN OF EVERY COLOUR, OCCUPYING EVERY AVAILABLE SURFACE.

POPPY (Mutters to herself in concentration)

Oh, stitch. Dropped a stitch again...

HOWDY, LOCAL MULTI LIMBED CATERPILLAR SHOPKEEPER, ALSO LOCAL PUSHY SALESMAN, IS HEARD APPROACHING POPPY'S HOME.

HOWDY (O.S.)

Delivery here! I've got a deliver here for one Ms. Partridge...

HOWDY APPEARS IN THE HALF OPEN DUTCH DOORS OF POPPY'S HOME, BROWN PAPER WRAPPED PARCEL IN HAND, AND CONTINUES HIS SPIEL.

HOWDY (CONT'D)

Courtesy of Howdy's dependable, door to door to door delivery service!

POPPY (Light surprise)

Oh! Oh my feathers, Howdy! You frightened me.

POPPY SETS DOWN HER KNITTING AND CAREFULLY APPROACHES THE DOOR.

HOWDY

Terribly sorry ma'am. 'Suppose I shoulda knocked?

POPPY

Oh, no, no, that would have frightened me too.

(Nervous laughter before excited OH!)

Oh! Is that my order of yarn? Thank you.

POPPY TAKES THE PARCEL FROM HOWDY AND STOWS IT UNDER HER WING.

HOWDY

It sure is Poppy. Hot off the shelves, just the way ya like'em.

(Notices all the yarn laid about inside)

Boy, looks like you already gotta hoard that'd make a dragon jealous.

Whatcha need even more yarn for? Not that I'll turn down a sale, heh heh.

POPPY GIVES A SOFT LAUGH AT THE JOKE BEFORE SPEAKING.

POPPY (light stuttering)

Oh, I'm just working on some scarves and sweaters and such. I want everyone in the ne- neighbourhood to have something warm to wear in-when, you know, winter comes along. Feels like these changing seasons keep sneaking up on me, heh.

HOWDY

Hah, I hear that, not enough daylight ta get everything done. Course, it helps ta have an extra pair of hands!

HOWDY CRACKS UP AT HIS OWN JOKE AND POPPY AWKWARDLY JOINS IN SHORTLY AFTER.

HOWDY (CONT 'D)

'Seems like you know that already, though. I can see you've recruited an extra pair of your own today.

HOWDY GESTURES OVER TO THE PUPPET SHAPED YARN PILE SAT ON A POUFFE BY THE ARMCHAIR. A PAIR OF YELLOW HANDS STICK OUT, PINK YARN NEATLY COILED BETWEEN THEM. THE STRING RUNS FROM THE HANDS TO POPPYS CURRENT KNITTING PROJECT.

POPPY (Referring to the yarn pile)

Oh, heh heh, yes. Thank you again for your help dear. And thank goodness for it, I was worried I was going to get all tangled up with all these colours of yarn.

HOWDY (In serious agreement with POPPYs joke)

Hmmm, I can see why, it's a real risk.

A MOMENT OF QUIET BEFORE POPPY TURNS BACK AND RESPONDS, SURPRISED AND NERVOUS.

POPPY

It- it is?

HOWDY

Well, sure. But lucky for you, I think I might have something ta help.

HOWDY REACHES INTO HIS APRON POCKET AND PULLS OUT A METAL DEVICE WITH A FLOURISH, IT'S ARMS SPINNING WITH A RATTLE, REMINISCENT OF A SNAKE.

HOWDY (CONT' D)

BEHOLD!

POPPY GIVES OUT A VERY FRIGHTENED, CHICKEN-LIKE SQUAWK! BEFORE STICKING HER HEAD UNDER HER WING IN FEAR.

HOWDY (Continues over a few more squawks)

N- no, no, nothing to fear here. What you're looking at is a bon-a-feeday yarn spinner. Perfect for keeping all your extra neatly spooled up.

HOWDY TURNS THE CRANK ON THE SPINNER TO DEMONSTRATE AS HE SAYS THE LAST PART, THE MECHANISM RATTLES AGAIN.

HOWDY (CONT 'D)

Safe. Effective. And...No pesky batteries or electricity to fret over.

POPPY PEEKS OUT FROM HER WINGS BEFORE TAKING HER FULL HEAD OUT SHEEPISHLY.

POPPY (voice shaking)

Well, oh, well, that-t does sound helpful, doesn't it?

HOWDY CUTS IN BEFORE SHE FINISHES HER RHETORICAL QUESTION.

HOWDY

Sure does! Here, heh heh, tell ya what, today only, as an extra special deal for an extra special customer, you can give'er a whirl, no strings attached. Well, no strings but yarn that is. Hah ha!

POPPY STARTS TO INTERRUPT HIM AT "BUT YARN THAT IS" AND CONTINUES TO TRY. SOMEHOW HOWDY GOT POPPY TO TAKE THE DEVICE FROM HIM.

HOWDY (Talking over POPPY)

Well, I've already overstayed my welcome. Got a whole shipment back at the shop I've gotta sign for.

POPPY

Oh, t-t ah- heh eh heh. Ehhhh, buuu-... oohh but - *exhales*, *inhales*, welllll, alright then. Oh.

HOWDY

I'll check in on you and your new wonder device next time I bring you an order Poppy. ‘Til then.

HOWDY DISAPPEARS FROM THE DUTCH DOOR WITH A TWO HANDED WAVE. POPPY STANDS IN HER ENTRYWAY, PARCEL UNDER WING, AND BEGINS TO INSPECT THE YARN SPINNER.

POPPY

Oh, I don't know how to work these things but- well he was so insistent it'd be helpful, do you think you can help me figure this thing out WallE€*YY??

End Scene

[hajimedics]

are these feelings really ours or just part of someone else’s plan?

[valentimmy]

finished the sunburnt sephiroth doodles months later

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I've been visualbly imagining Eddie just laying there in a lake for 2 days now it's just so fucking funny to think about.

(Referring to that one post that asked where Eddie was sleeping.)

tbh it's been a running gag within the confines of my Imaginings <3 and it Is so fucking funny you're so right <3

he's in ↓↓ the water ↓↓

[mariipun]

Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Keep A Level Head

Warnings: None. Humor. Just more silly antics. Inspired by the anime “ Aggretsuko”.  

Word Count: 834

Brief Description: The Welcome Home cast is alive, living alongside humans. You have been contracted as their Caretaker. Our dear Caretaker has been running around all day, working hard. On top of your daily administrative work, you also have to babysit tend to the colorful ensemble of actors, plus all the other studio employees, who can’t seem to do things on their own.

[Not sure if this constitutes a WH!Muppet AU scenario?? Not sure how to tag it haha] 

“Care! Hey, hey! Care--?! Hey! Caretaker! Heeeeeeeeeey!” Julie wails, following behind as you try to ignore her and focus on the task at hand.

No matter how many times you try to address the blonde, she pulls you away from what needs to be done, to what she wants to do. It’s become a bit of an irritating habit, although you’re convinced it’s her hobby, to distract you from your job so you can entertain her grabs for attention.

“Not now Julie, I have a lot of work to do, but I promise I’ll do whatever it is you’re wanting once I’ve got more time—”

“No, I need you now. The new dress I had ordered still hasn’t arrived and I—”

You drone out her increasing insistence, beginning to pick up the pace as you swerved through the crowd of studio employees and other puppets. Unfortunately, the moment the others sight you, the choir of:

“Hey Care—”

“--need you here—”

“Can you fix—”

“Get me some—”

You stop in your tracks, feeling Julie bump into you from behind. With your binder tucked close to your chest, your hands tighten around it. The overwhelming demands from the maintenance team, stagehands, cameramen, and puppets made you fume. It was obvious from your face how feelings of annoyance had now turned into full-blown anger. You tried steadying your breath, feeling the heat prickle at your cheeks, and reminding yourself to remain professional, you need this job, it pays the bills… it pays the bills…it pays the bills….

“Hold on!” You boom, causing the voices to settle. You stand your ground, steeling yourself as you take a breath. “I am extremely busy right now—” You strain, each word slow, with brows furrowed and jaw tight. “Sooo-- I’d appreciate it if you all stop pestering me for a moment, because if I hear one more per—”

“Hey, Care?” Barnaby interjects, poking his head out of the restroom door.

Your mouth shuts, head snapping around to look at him. “What?!”

“I clogged the toilet,” Barnaby responds monotonously, thumb pointing toward inside the restroom, as water slowly began trickling its way outside.

The grip around your binder tightens even more to the point you felt like you could have ripped it in half. Your eyes narrow into a glare, tight lips twitching up into a menacing grin.

“So uh… could you fix it?” Barnaby probes, moving away from the slow leak of water pooling around his feet.

“Please excuse me for a moment…” You seethe, quickly and silently moving your way toward one of the audio control rooms, knowing the padded walls would shield your outbursts. Upon arrival, you slammed the binder down onto the script stand, causing it to wobble and tilt over.

That was the last straw.

You bring your arms up, flailing them around as you release your rage. “What the actual [redacted]?! I just need to do one [redacted] thing! One thing! But nooooooo--! I can’t catch a [redacted] break around here! And why the [redacted] would Barnaby clog the toilet?! PUPPETS DON’T EVEN NEED TO USE THE [redacted] TOILET?!”

You heaved, palming your forehead for a second before sliding your hand over your eyes. You took a few deep breaths to soothe yourself until you heard an audible click and the sound designer over the two-way speaker.

“You, uh, okay in there?”

You drop your hand down to your mouth, eyes darting open to see not only the sound designer but a few of the puppets and two other employees who followed you to your location, staring at you from behind the glass.

You stared back.

Julie had arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest in disapproval.

Wally’s half-lidded, unwavering, eyes peered at you. “Those are some naughty words there...” He commented, his voice crackling a bit through the speaker. Though, reading his expression you could tell he was a bit amused.

“Yes dear, you really should watch your language.” Poppy chimes, as everyone else in the sound room nods in agreement.

Standing there for a moment longer, you finally gave up. Picking up your binder and setting the script stand back up in place, you walk through the door into the sound room, staying silent as Barnaby stepped toward you with a plunger in hand.

“I found this if it’ll help with the toilet—”

You didn’t say anything as you walked past him, only extending a hand, and swiping the plunger from his grasp. You moved on through the exit.

[BONUS]

Barnaby and Wally both stood outside the restroom door, peering in and watching as you muttered curses under your breath and violently plunged the toilet to unclog whatever ungodly thing Barnaby stuffed in there.

Wally: “So, uh, Barnaby?”

Barnaby: “Yeah lil’ buddy?”

Wally: “What did you put in there?”

Barnaby: “Just a bunch of leftover doughnuts from the spread table.”

Wally: “…Why?”

Barnaby, shrugging: “Wanted to see what would happen…”

[For scientific inquiry]

[annaberunoyume]

(Naga!Reader contemplates Wally after they hypnotized him into a non-sleeping trance)

Y/N: (After they placed a comfortably coiled-up Wally at the foot of his favourite tree, they see that he is not falling asleep) You're not sleeping?

Wally: (tiredly, heavily raises his head, smiling)...I...wanna..look at you... (he smiles blissfully) You're...in a...halo of colours...Prettier than my...art...

Y/N: Aaaw, still such a flirt even under my spell...(They lovingly cup his cheeks) And you never looked cuter than right now...My sweet, precious, sunny prey...(They nuzzle his nose tenderly)

Wally: (nuzzles back tiredly) I love you...

Y/N: I love you, too...Forevermore.

[a-lost-crow]

I headcanon that Frank would just unconsciously rewrite the show script of Welcome Home. And it’s done numerous times like:

Implying that he doesn’t have a preference for women

Made it explicitly canon that he likes men

The show script originally making Julie and Frank’s interactions to be romantic

[Except it’s switched from Julie to Eddie]

[And the Frank and Julie having an actual normal platonic friendship]

Not knowing what a pineapple looks like

[He thought Wally was messing around until Howdy actually had to show him a pineapple]

Saying a censored curse word

Saying a curse word except it’s uncensored

Changed a college that he studied in

Double majored on two things instead of one

Identified himself as non binary

Sang a different song than what the script originally intended

Got sick on his own centric episode

[The episode is originally about caring for the wildlife]

[Until Frank got sick. So the lesson of the episode had to be changed with prevention of getting sick and how to treat it]

Didn’t correct someone because what they said was actually right

And the thing is that Wally is aware that he’s a puppet ever since his creation. And he’s trying so hard to not reveal the truth to Frank (and he’s okay with that). Whenever Frank accidentally changes the script Wally would just questionably laugh.

Also Wally can’t directly tell anyone that they’re in a show. Whenever he tries he physically can’t speak. His body would make his hands cover his mouth and words can’t process nor can be deciphered (like Pearl from Steven Universe)

[jazzzzzzhands]

ok ok So Theory time! I'm still very much on the "stay on script" Theory. Which is in short, if the characters start acting off-script, they tend to get hurt! Example: Eddie went out late at night and got himself quite hurt indeed! Good thing Wally was there to fix him up and give him a Watch so that his neighbor wouldn't forget the time! (Link leads to an older theory of my ramblings) ((also I think it will be funny to mention how he was left on the ground in the storybook audio, just for future reference)) And now the Frank picture has been made cannon!:

I think this explains why Frank is a bit cold to Eddie! Everyone knows that they are lovers, but they are not scripted to be.... I think a few nights in a box with chopped up parts of yourself, plus a copy of the script, is enough to make a statement!!! The statement being: "Behave and follow this, or else" So he definitely doesn't want to be caught being off script again For his sake, and mostly likely For Eddie as well. (I believe the red rectangle to be the script, wait for the GIF to stop)

And honestly these are things that were already swimming around in my brain, But now an Addition! It's Julie! There is quite a bit about Julie and scripts and how she does NOT like to stick to them! or rules! If it means having fun, then rules are to be broken! There is a whole audio about her not staying on script.

And where does that get her? Off a cliff! In this older picture, Julie can be seen on the edge of a cliff:

and in this audio, it makes mention of falling down, down,down (Thank you so much op for that audio) So now it seems like we have 3 neighbors who have been punished in some sort of way. Tho i'm not entirely sure if Julie was forced or manipulated into jumping. Actually make that 4: Barnaby... This is an older one, possibly one of the first! The art where our good friend Barn lost his head! (You all know the one) Now I had no connections of why in particular, but one of the audios from the update, leads me to believe he is a Liar of some sorts I Have a few other loose thoughts, but i think that there are MANY strings going on at the same time And I want to keep them Separated. So for this one, I will Pin it down as simply "Going off script" I have a few other thoughts and theories, But I will have separate posts for them This post in particular will serve as my observations of the neighbors getting "Punished" for "going off script" If i find any more, i'll prob reblog this with added details

[ticktock-timerift-julie]

What is your role in the Multiverse?

"Role? Hahahah! Why you care about role, it's not like there's script or anything"

*she looking at nothingness as she smiles very menacingly.*

[cozmicclown]

Sorry bout any spam, just trying to get this a little more visible before I start on the third script. For motivation you know.

#2 Poppy & Sally audio tape transcript

Great jumping frogs these goddamn scripts take forever to make. I had this one ready to draw up 6 days ago and I’m only ready to post it now after a mad scramble to fix all my awful awful terrible spelling mistakes and grammar. I’ve still got audio tape #3 written out, howdy & sally, so I’ll be getting that one out sooner than another 6 days I hope. Plain text version under the cut. (I have to write these out too.)

INT. POPPY'S KITCHEN - DAY

SALLY, SELF-IMPORTANT, OVER-AMBITIOUS LOCAL THESPIAN, LOUNGES ON POPPY'S KITCHEN COUNTERTOP WITH HER LEGS CROSSED MID-CONVERSATION. POPPY, LARGEST NEIGHBOUR, BIGGEST SWEETHEART, AND BIGGEST CHICKEN, COLLECTS BOWLS AND DISHES FROM AROUND HER KITCHEN.

POPPY

“Pleased as poppy seed punch you asked me to make this cake for you. Really I-heh ah I-, well it's- it's such an honour.”

SALLY

“Oh ho ho, I'm sure it is, darling. Now, let's get down to brass tacks.”

POPPY

“Oh, I-, well. I-I don't think I have any of those, I don't like to keep anything too sharp around here, you know.”

SALLY (Clarifies)

“Details. Poppy, dear. Details.”

POPPY

“Ah! Oh, of course, of course!”

(Small laugh at herself)

“Now- ah-. Now then. Uhhh, what do you think you'll like?”

SALLY (Dramatized surprise)

“Uh- pfff-, what would I like? Poppy, dear, this is going to be on stage. It's hardly a like; it's a need. And it needs to be big! Bold!”

SALLY WAVES HER ARMS AROUND TO EMPHASIZE HER POINTS.

POPPY

“Ah, bi-big! Heh ye- big, yeah.”

POPPY PULLS OUT SOME CAKE PANS FROM THE BOTTOM CABINETS.

POPPY (CONT'D)

“Uhhh, maybe three tiers, then?”

SALLY (Amused surprise)

“Only three?! Ah heh, oh, dream BIGGER, Poppy!”

POPPY (Reluctantly agrees)

“Uh-. Oh. Uh, um yy- yes. Yes! Suppose it is a big neighborhood. Better to play it safe. Huh heh, heh. Eh- you know, I- I do love to play it safe, dear.”

SALLY

“Ah, ah! But not too safe, after all, this needs to be a showstopper. It needs to have beauty, pizazz. Gasp! Danger!”

POPPY (A little nervous)

“Danger? Oh, heh. Oh, oh my feathers, I don't know how I feel about making a, dangerous cake.”

POPPY IS RIPPED FROM HER THOUGHTS BY SALLYS AH! AH! AND HER FULL ATTENTION IS ON SALLY.

SALLY

“Ah! Ah! Tu-tu-tu-tut, my feathered friend. You'll do great, I'm certain of it. There's no one else in the neighborhood I would trust with this. Heh hm, and not just because you're the only one here who can make something that doesn't come out of a gelatine mold.”

(A small hand written note under this part reads “That’s not very nice.”)

SALLY SAYS THE LAST PART QUICKLY AND SOMEWHAT UNDER HER BREATH

POPPY (Pleased and flattered)

“Oh! Hah ha ha, ah heh ho, well. Goodness me, you're going to make me blush.”

SALLY (Says in a coddling manner)

“Ah, awwwwww.”

SALLY CONTINUES IN A NORMAL VOICE.

SALLY (CONT'D)

“So, I take it you have everything you need?”

POPPY

“Oh. Eh. um. we- well not, quite. What I-, when I asked what you'd like, I thought maybe you would have a f-flavour in mind?”

SALLY (Mental record-scratch)

“A what?”

POPPY

“Uh- well, a flavour, heh heh heh. You know, ahhh, we could do chocolate or vanilla or sprinkles, buttercream, butter bell, butterscotch.”

SALLY

“OH. Uh- *light cough and clears throat nervously*. Uh, to be honest with you. I- didn't think that far.”

POPPY (Light surprise)

“You- you didn't - you didn't think about the flavour?”

SALLYS PREVIOUS BRAVADO DEFLATES, AND SHE STARTS ACTING A LITTLE SHEEPISH UNDER THE SUDDEN SCRUTINY, BUT HER CONFIDENT DEMEANOUR RETURNS AGAIN.

SALLY

“Well- well the audience can't taste it from their seats, now can they? Oh, uh-.”

SALLY TURNS TO LOOK ACROSS THE COUNTERTOP SHE'S SITTING ON, OVER TO WHERE THE ACTUAL CHAIRS ARE.

SALLY (CONT'D)

“What do yOu thInk W@|eY%#??”

End Scene.

[cursedthing]

i wanna lie on the floor but also i really want to write the script for my video essay about looking at omori with a plurality's lens <-has been thinking about making that essay for two days now. does NOT know how to write those

[the-roc-pile]

Hrmmmmm.... I have a very silly idea... a very silly idea where I take this batch of characters I have and make an AU where they are all in charge of the Welcome Home Restoration Project instead of an AU where they are inside of Welcome Home (by @partycoffin).

To be honest (as I cannot be Frank in this context) I don't know how much of this is that psychology personable fable versus my child me who feels the need to act drastically different as I can feel I am moderately different but no one else seemed to pick up on it but either way the thought is worming!

Lol I have three pages of filled notebook paper --including some relationship diagrams-- and about 600 typed-up words about the concept already and it's only an hour old! I thought of it an hour ago and I have generated so many things about it but I must go to bed : / sadly I have courses. I'll see if the idea is still going tomorrow or if I dream about it (I hope so it will give me Ideas).

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

pathetic loser boy who is literally sooooooooo good at dodging personhood and assuming the roles that are expected of him. performative masculinity edition.

[mariipun]

Scene 3, Part 2 (/idk what to title this...)

Motivation: “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” Broadway Musical, created and written by Robert L. Freedman 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtlcEvPDkfM 

Warnings: Slight horror/spooky themes incorporated; horror musical themed 

Word Count: 532

Brief Description: Formatted as a Broadway Musical script, our PROTAGONIST has found themselves within the haunted house of WALLY DARLING. 

Dedication: @kamigui [Haunted House AU created by Kamigui] 

Inspired by Kamigui’s Haunted House AU

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INT. HAUNTED HOUSE - NIGHT

[Scene slowly unfolds, black fading in and out as if pulsing. The darkness stretches into a black void until lights gently begin to fall on the PROTAGONIST. The sound of wood creaks with every uneasy inhale and exhalation made. The soft shuffling of WALLY’S footsteps can be heard from somewhere above.]

[Cue somber music as both characters begin to sing.]

 WALLY

[Pacing the library, conflicted in his resolution.]

You’re stuck in the basement… wondering where you are.

PROTAGONIST

[On their hands and knees, desperately looking for an exit.]

I’m frantically searching…. In the dark.

WALLY

[Stops his pacing as he stares at the library door. Pondering if he should check on you.]

You’re probably scared, and…. It’s all my fault.

PROTAGONIST

[Manages to find the stairs leading up from the basement. Pushing themselves up, they stagger before trying to quietly, but quickly, make their way up.]

How did I get here?

Was I lost?

I don’t remember…. Ha--!

[Finding the door, they quickly open it and stumble out into an outstretched hallway. A loud bang is heard off to the left, startling them and causing them to run right.]

WALLY

[The house groans, notifying him that the PROTAGONIST was on the run. He swiftly leaves the library, mumbling under his breath.]

Sorry, I can’t seem…to let you go.

As you happen to already know.

[The music begins to build, the PROTAGONIST running through the hall of mazes finally finds the front door ajar. They head straight toward it, but the door slams before they can reach it. WALLY comes from behind, only a few paces away. The PROTAGONIST turns in horror, backing up against the door until they were trapped there.]

[Music slows down as the two begin exchanges.]

 WALLY

Good evening dear, how are you?

What’s the rush? Leaving soon?

Why not stay just a little bit longer?

PROTAGONIST

I have to go…

WALLY

Is that so?

PROTAGONIST

I don’t belong here.

WALLY

Are you sure?

PROTAGONIST

Yes, now…. just, open the door.

WALLY

You know I can’t, so why even try?

Please, dear friend, step closer inside.

I promise you it’ll be worth your while.

PROTAGONIST

I highly doubt that.

WALLY

Huh.

[He pauses momentarily]

Well, why don’t I state my vindication?

PROTAGONIST

I politely decline your invitation.

WALLY

Come now, is that how you address a friend?

PROTAGONIST

More like a fiend!

WALLY

[Places a hand over his metaphorical heart, feigning hurt.]

Why, that hurts my self-esteem!

PROTAGONIST

Ha! You’re crazy if you think I’ll stay!

WALLY

I just can’t let you run away.  

PROTAGONIST

Enough with your games!

I’m done with your lies!

You can’t just do this and keep me inside!

WALLY

Darling, you must have hit your dome.

You cannot leave….

This. Is. Home.

[Music abruptly stops.]

[The room is silent, except for the PROTAGONIST’S shallow breathing. Quick flashes of black shadows and red eyes stare menacingly at the PROTAGONIST, causing the PROTAGONIST’S breath to hitch. WALLY begins to slowly move toward them, static beginning to ring in the PROTAGONIST’S ears, distorting WALLY’S voice as he extends a hand toward them.]

WALLY

Don’t you trust me?  

[Scene fades to black.]

[annaberunoyume]

Swirly the Naga helps Wally fall asleep with her powers (Welcome Home episode segment script)

(Cue new segment. Wally is dazed on Swirly's dark, orangey-sparkly chest. His eyes are opening and closing, almost as if dizzy, with white and orange spirals in them. Limp as a rag doll, he is cuddled by Swirly, the latter rocking him like a baby. The camera zooms away from Wally's face...Swirly adresses the viewer.)

Swirly (whispering): I tried to help Wally fall asleep with my powers...He could not sleep, tonight, so I came to help...(She looks down, concerned.)

But it seems even my powers cannot make him doze off...His mind is halfway to dreamland, see? (Close up of Wally's sleepy, dazed face. Swirly points towards his eyes offscreen)

His eyes are fighting to stay awake...His eyelid is opening...Then closing...Opening again...Closing again...But not closing for good...

Wally: (moans tiredly)

Swirly: 🤔 Hmmm, what to do? (To the viewer) What do you think?...Oh...I got it! 😃 I will stroke his hair...Would you stroke his hair with me? (closeup of her hand on Wally's head) Just open your hand like this...(does so) And gently stroke Wally with me...(Swirly strokes Wally's head, the latter sighing and his eyes getting heavier) That'ssss it...Slowly.

Hmm...Wally is now very sleepy...But he needs more to go to Dreamland...(to the viewer) Hmmm...What does your mommy do when you can't sleep, neighbor? (Pause for an answer) She sings? That's it! 😃 We will sing a lullaby to Wally...Gently, now...Wally taught me his favorite song, today. I bet you know it. It's Beautiful Dreamer...(Camera on Wally)

Swirly: (offscreen, stroking Wally again) Sing it with me and stroke Wally's hair....Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me...Starlights and Dewdrops are waiting for thee...(keeps singing)

Wally: (yawns deeply, smack his lips and drifts off at last)

Swirly: Yeah, we did it! (Looks at the viewer, concerned) Say

...you do look tired, too...(She hypnotizes the viewer with an echo as the camera zooms in on her swirling eyes with a weird alien ringing) Wanna join Wally...in his nighty...bye...bye? (The camera zooms in until blurry. End of segment...)

[steviewashere]

Just had a vision. Wrote this like a script, I'm so sorry. (It's my inner theater kid coming back from the dark crevices of my personality, sorry.)

Eddie and Steve sitting on the sofa at the Munson's. They're watching some movie. Steve is clearly fidgeting, not interested in the movie. Eddie doesn't move his eyes off of the screen.

Eddie: Babe, if this is boring, we can pick a different movie, y'know. You don't have to get into comfier positions to make yourself more interested.

Steve: *Doesn't answer. Doesn't even make a noise to acknowledge what Eddie said. But he has finally calmed down and is sitting still.*

Eddie: *Sighs and reaches forward for the remote to pause the VCR*

Eddie: *Then looks over at Steve, yelps, and startles backwards on the sofa, clutching a hand to his chest.* Babe, why the fuck are you so close? Why was your nose literally about to be inside my ear?

Steve: You have a mole. Right—*He wiggles his left index finger and plots it down on a spot right at the edge of Eddie's left cheek, where it meets his ear*—here.

Steve: *Still sitting as close as he was, watching Eddie get back into his previous position. His finger moves because Eddie is sitting staring at him. He just stares back at Eddie's bewildered expression.*

Steve: *Unblinking and too close and breathing kind of heavy* I want to lick it.

Eddie: *Sputtering* Wh—what?

Steve: Or bite it. Is it weird that I want to bite you? Because I want to. Really bad. Like every time you look really hot, which is like all the time, but it makes me want to bite you. Just...Just wanna take a nibble all the time.

Eddie:

Steve:

Eddie: And I'm the freak? *Mutters under his breath* Christ.

Steve: So can I bite y—

Eddie: *Offers up his left hand* Go crazy, you dork.

Steve: *Fucking ecstatic*