#what if sally falls like wally did.... huh.... what then!!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Imagine if Sally somehow gets her hands on a pair of 3ft platform heels so she can kiss her girlfriend without poppy breaking her neck. Wally ‘borrows’ them to feel Bonita 💃🏻💅

finally, easily accessible kisses... she's too powerful...

and ofc Wally's... experience

[jacenotjason]

Eddie's Big Lift!

(Opposite AU edition!)

VV Script VV

JULIE: [Said with laughter in her words] Well it’s.. a hilarious idea, Frank, I’ll give you that. But I just don’t believe it’s possible!

FRANK: No, it’s true! I swear, I swear!

BARNABY: [whispering with concern as he walks outside, limping without his caine.] What on Earth is going on out here?

FRANK: Oh, hi, Barnaby! I thought today was reshelf-ing day!!

BARNABY: [softly] It's, reshelving, Frank.. and reshelving day needs a quiet atmosphere.. How could anyone reshelf with you guys bickering so loudly?

JULIE: [still laughing] Our most idiotic Frank here insists that the local mailman is enough of a unit to lift every! Single! Neighbor! In the neighborhood!

BARNABY: [With the tone of someone who’s heard this before, and is concerned] Oh, Frank, not this again..

FRANK: It’s true, it’s true! Barnaby You’ve seen it too!

BARNABY: Now.. Eddie is very capable what with carrying all his packages and such around, but--

FRANK: [Loudly Interrupting] So you agree!!

BARNABY: I did not say-- Frank, our neighborhood includes the likes of Me, Poppy and Home, no one could--

FRANK: [Triumphantly shouting] EDDIE! CAN! LIFT! A! HOOOUUUSSSEEE!!

BARNABY: [Whimper of fear that becomes muffled as he covers his face]

JULIE: Well, I can’t accept such a boast without proof.

FRANK: Oh, I can prove it! Look, here comes Eddie now! Watch this!

BARNABY: [sound of realization] No, wait, Frank-

EDDIE: [as monotone as always] Mail’s here. I’ve got- oh no.

FRANK: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction] EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE, CATCH ME! QUICK! CATCH ME!

[Sound of packages hitting the ground and Eddie grunting slightly as he catches Frank.]

FRANK: TA-DAA!! See? See??

JULIE: [Dismissively, with a scoff] Oh come on, that’s barely an accomplishment! I could lift you Frank! Sally could lift you.

BARNABY: [still worried] Yes, I could probably lift you if sufficiently motivated, Frank.

FRANK: [Hmph’s] And yet you two never play “throw-Frank-up-in-the-air-as-hard-as-you-can-and-see-where-he-lands” with me!

BARNABY: [voice cracking with worry] We’ve talked about this, Frank! I didn’t want you to get hurt-

JULIE: [cutting off Barnaby] Well, I’m not convinced. Eddie, [snapping of her fingers], here!

EDDIE: I ain’t a dog, Julie.

JULIE: I just- [quick gasp as shes lifted suddenly] Ah-!

EDDIE: [still monotone as he lifts Julie above his head] voila.

JULIE: A warning would've been nice you ass. [a small, monotone, "ow" from Eddie as she playfully kicks him.] But, I’m still not convinced.

Eddie: [incredibly sarcastic] Oh no. I'm devastated. [drops Julie] Julie: Wait- ['OOF' as shes dropped onto the path] you ass!

FRANK: [overlapping Julie's unceremonious fall and cursing] BARNABY NEXT! BARNABY NEXT!!

EDDIE: Alrighty.

BARNABY: No!

EDDIE: Why not?

FRANK: [said at the same time as Eddie, but much louder] WHY NOOOOT!!

BARNABY: I will not let you hurt yourself attempting to lift me into the air, Eddie! I’d feel terrible!

BARNABY: [gasp of delight] Oh- look! Wally and Poppy! Hello!

POPPY: What’s up? How did the ground taste, Julie?

WALLY: Hi, Barnaby. Hi, Julie. Hi, Frank. Hi, Eddie. What are you--

FRANK: [interrupting Wally mid-greetings; he keeps going underneath his dialogue] EDDIE! LIFT WALLY INSTEAD!

EDDIE: Alright, c’mere little guy- hup!

WALLY: Oh, I’m up here now.

JULIE: [Scoffs] Oh please! Wally weighs 3 apples soaking wet! Watch, put him down.

EDDIE: And down you go.

WALLY: I’m on the ground again.

JULIE: And hup!!

[Another “ta-da!!” to signify her lifting Wally.]

WALLY: Oh, and now I’m up again.

POPPY: Life’s sure got its ups and downs, huh? [chuckling at her own joke] Uhh, but seriously, Cloudie, what’s this new game of yours?

FRANK: [excitedly explaining the situation to Poppy] It’s not a game, Poppy! I’m proving to Julie that Eddie can lift everyone in the neighborhood!

POPPY: Ohhh, why didn’t you say so? Eddie, ya shoulda started with me. Seein’ as I’m such a tiny li’l birdy and all.

EDDIE: [long sigh] ..fuckin.. okay.

POPPY: I mean, it wouldn’t be much harder than liftin’ a couple envelopes, huh? Pickin’ up a li’l girl like me. It’s hardly even worth showin’ off at this point, when you’ve already managed guys so much bigger! But might as well just so you can say honestly you’ve managed the full collection, right?

EDDIE: [groaning, the sound of a flask being taken out of his jacket and quickly swigged from] Mng, okay, c’mere.. I figure I can... Yeah, yup, here we-- [grunt of effort] Hup-- all right-- little more– shit–

POPPY: [under Eddie’s struggle] watch the talons hun.

[Big, forceful, weightlifter-style exhale as he gets Poppy lifted; little “woah-ho-ho!” from Poppy.]

FRANK: [overlapping others] YEE-EES!!

JULIE: [overlapping others, little applause] Hell yeah!

BARNABY: [overlapping others, gasp of fear, his voice muffled behind his paw] oh Mary please..

WALLY: [overlapping others] Oh, now Poppy’s up there.

[One solid beat. Then, sound of Eddie collapsing and taking Poppy down with him, with a loud “OOF!” from both of them. A terrified yip from Barnaby]

POPPY: Ahah! Holy crap, I don’t even have a joke about that! That was awesome! You okay, Ed?

EDDIE: [Groan, sarcasm in his normal monotone as he speaks into the dirt] Oh yes, just fuckin peachy, augh..

JULIE: I still say it’s just passable. Ma, get over here! I bet I can lift you over my head and carry you to Sally’s window to show her!

POPPY: [snort-laugh] Yeah, all right.

BARNABY: [gasping in fear] NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. I’m ending this right now!

FRANK: Oooh, let’s go see if Eddie can lift Howdy next! We can save Home for the big finish!! Sally can watch from her window!

JULIE: Not if I can lift them first!! [her voice becomes distant as she continues to talk, fading until shes not heard anymore] I bet Howdy weighs less because his heart is so empty! Jackass won’t even see it coming. I bet I can carry Home all the way to…

POPPY: Well, I know what I’m doin’ with the rest of my day. C’mon, li’l buddy, let’s catch this party!

WALLY: Eddie’s going to lift up Home? That’s the most. We can go to Howdy’s together and Home can pick out his own hot dog.

EDDIE: Ain’t the first time I spent the day on the dirt path. [spoken in the dirt, his voice muffled]

[Long beat. Just Eddie and Barnaby are left.]

BARNABY: [soft, concerned voice of a father] Oh, Eddie..

EDDIE: What? [his voice louder as he lifted his head from the dirt]

BARNABY: [small chuckle of delight, then whispers] Thank you for entertaining Frank.

EDDIE: ..I don’t know what you’re talking about.

BARNABY: I just think its funny.. If anyone else had asked you to lift people up you wouldn’t have done it, hm? EDDIE: [laugh] Tch. [groan as he attempts to stand] Alright, yeah.. Figured Frank would get a good laugh out of that..

BARNABY: A good laugh? [the sound of struggle as he lifts Eddie to his feet] I think you made his day, Edward. You, quite literally, bent over backwards for him.

EDDIE: [an unusual sound of joy in his voice] Yeah.. well.. Frank makes mine. It’s the least I can do. [the sound of him brushing the dirt off his clothes]

BARNABY: I’m sure he’d be happy to hear that.

Eddie: [a sigh of defeat] mm..

BARNABY: Well, I’m going to go inside and get my caine so I can join everyone else without limping all day.. I’ll see you in a second.

EDDIE: seeya.. [silence as Barnaby walks away, a few sounds of dirt being kicked around by Eddie]

[tiredly101]

Part 4: What if Howdy's place was Frank becoming aware of his world and breaking the 4th wall and falling in love with the human reader? What would be the consequences of that?

Hello once again Anon! Love your request! So here we go

Well, I am a genius butterfly...

Pairing: Aware!Frank Frankly x Human!Gender neutral reader

Howdy Pillar, Eddie Dear, Barnaby Beagle, Julie Joyful, Sally Starlet, All of them, Howdy's ending, Eddie and Frank, Eddie's ending, Frank’s ending, Wally's ending, Barnaby’s ending,

Aware Frank Illustrated Au, took me ten minutes to find something good on Frank- anywho picture done by @eechytooru

Story starts the same, Frank being gifted a nice Tv from Howdy instead of Wally and he found out about the real world

It was rather... Shocking to put it in a way, found himself rather curious than scared in an odd way. He would gladly listen to and watch anything the TV offered, wrote whole notebooks of notes of the outside world; of it's science, of it's process, of what he is...

Frank was listening to a documentary on butterflies, monarch butterflies to be exact, when he saw you. Watching the same documentary, making your own notes with a soft smile

Frank slowly became obsessed bit he was indeed a creature of habit and, sadly for you, you were also one which made it easy for him to write notebooks of you and have a board full of information of you

Because of those notebooks he managed to create the foolproof plan, a plan so simple and yet tangled in such a genius way that it was an unbeatable plan

It all started with presenting Welcome Homes to you, getting you obsessed till the point you became, quite literally, sick and when you were at your weakest, till the point where you were almost passing out from exhaustion, he would take you with him

Safe to say his plan worked to perfection, worked so smoothly and of course you wanted to know how he managed to pull it off but he shrugged while laughing in an insane way before he said "Well, I am a genius butterfly"

"Guess the Tv did manage to mess him up huh?"

Here you anon! Hope you liked it but do let me know if you also want the girls except Poppy since she has too much anxiety yessir to do anything close to kidnapping

Additional tag: @waywardstardustcollector

[chronicbeans]

Wally Darling with a Restoration Project Reader (part 3)

It's been a few weeks, now... You feel like something is wrong...

TW: Mentions of Hacking, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery

🗞️ Daniel has been having more and more mail sent his way. The time you all spend in Finn's house, restoring Welcome Home merchandise and media, is getting longer and longer. Your mother has been getting more and more snippy about it all.

🗞️ You grab an old book titled "Happy Birthday, Barnaby!" Opening it up reveals how it's Barnaby's birthday and Wally, Julie, and Sally are all planning to throw a surprise party for him. What you have found with almost every single item that has Wally in it is that he is, most of the time, looking at you. Well, the person looking at the material. Even on the page where everyone is telling Barnaby happy birthday. The rest of the neighbors are all looking at Barnaby, smiling and clapping as he blows out some birthday candles. Wally, however, is looking at you. His body is turned to face Barnaby, but his head is turned towards you, his eyes locked onto you.

🗞️ You put the book down, asking the rest of the group "Wally seems rather odd, huh? He's like... my favorite, but he is very eerie. Do you have any theories as to why he stares at us?" Amy makes a face of concentration, before saying "Well, Wally is meant to make a connection with the children watching the show. It is probably because they want to emphasize that connection, or make it stronger through eye contact." She then clasps her hands together, continuing "I really wish they did that with Julie! She is so cute!" "HOLY-! WHAT?!"

🗞️ Everyone looks over to Finn, who has been looking at the Welcome Home Restoration Project blog on his laptop. His eyes grow wide as he says "Y'all, I think someone has hacked us or something! Look! I found this link beneath the Wally character file on the neighborhood page! It leads to... this..."

🗞️ He turns the laptop around, showing you all a dark page. After a few moments, an image fades in of Wally, sketched in red, facing one of Home's windows. Home's large eye shakes, with red seemingly leaking from it. Wally's kneeling down, his left arm outstretched.

🗞️ You can't help but watch and think. Why is Wally kneeling like that? Why is Home watching Wally so intently? Is Wally inside or outside of Home? Why is it so dark? You ask Finn "Was there anything else odd on our blog?" Finn nods "A bunch of out of place letters."

🗞️ Daniel looks around, before saying "I'll check it out. Maybe this could be the work of whoever is sending us this stuff? The letters could mean something. Amy, you continue working on restoring the art. (Y/N), you can manage the guestbook. We can all work together to try to figure out what this all means."

🗞️ Amy tilts her head, before asking "Should we all like... I don't know... pick a set of characters to research? I feel like it would be difficult for any of us to remember so much about every character when we are learning about them through little dribbles of content. We might get confused and mix them up with one another." Daniel thinks about it, before looking over to you. "What do you think about that idea? I don't want to just say yes to it. This is all very interesting, so I don't know if focusing on a couple characters will make some of us feel left out..."

🗞️ You find yourself immediately responding. It is almost as if it were an instinctual reaction. "I will focus on Wally, Home, and Barnaby." Daniel's eyes widen a bit at how blunt and quickly you responded to his question. He slowly nods "Alright... I'll focus on Frank, Howdy, and Eddie..." Amy decides to focus on Julie, Sally, and Poppy. Finn shrugs, saying that he will just stick with the blog, and that any remaining characters you all find out about will fall onto him.

🗞️ You take some of the restored media with you when you go home. It is all about Wally, Home, and/or Barnaby. Your mother seems to have already gone to bed by the time you get to the house.

🗞️ Quietly stepping up the stairs, you enter your room. It's a bit of a mess, due to how you spend all your free time at Finn's house these days. You keep forgetting to clean it. Placing the pile of papers and books onto your desk, you get a text from Daniel. It simply reads, in all capitals, "GO TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAGE ON YOUR PHONE."

🗞️ You quickly do so, the unspoken rule between the group being that texts in all capitals conveys an extreme seriousness that must not be ignored. In cases like these, it is the equivalent of STAT.

🗞️ You go to the neighborhood page on the blog. You are shocked to find that every link is messed up, almost as if they were moved upwards. The image of Home, as well, has been moved to reveal a dark void either behind or beneath the red house. Within that void is a small, white spiral.

🗞️ You don't know why, but you feel a chill looking at it. You can't look away, either. It's kind of like it has infected your brain, causing your mind to spiral, as well. Thoughts and questions fill it to the brim. It is so hard to do so, but after a few minutes, you manage to break yourself away from the void, and go to bed.

[oldmanenjoyer]

Hi it’s the Wally anon! Thank you for answering my question and I wanted to ask for a long request if you’re up for it:

Can you do a Wally x reader who has a secret identity of a supervillain with powers(you can choose the power)? When they are in their disguise, they are loud, bombastic and demanding (like a Disney villain). They don’t hurt anyone but they do often declare the neighbourhood as theirs, demands stuff from the neighbours and ruin major events when they don’t get their way. They even paint on the neighbour stuff to signify that something is theirs. When they are not in their disguise, they are nice, helpful and shy to cover their tracks and no one would guess their true identity. I like the idea of The neighbours talking together about how the villain( you can choose the supervillain name) is such a terrible person and how they plan to get them back while the culprit is helping them bake a pie while they rant. They would never know until the reader falls for Wally. They continue get closer to him and he falls for them as well until after a while, he finds out about their secret( you can choose how he finds out). He then confronts them in their disguised form as they kidnap his friends and he exposes them in secret and says he wouldn’t like to get closer to a bully and they start to go through a redemption arc. All of this is your choice. I’m just giving the form and I want to see it in your writing. I’m excited about it if you ok with taking it on.

No one in the Neighborhood truly understood you. Antagonist as you were, none of them seemed to get that in order to have balance, good needed to be compared to bad. How could you be happy without being sad first? You tried to show them, donned silly outfits and a mask to flock throughout the neighborhood and cause mayhem, truly terrible things that showed them how true happiness felt.

And it worked! Your displays of terror led to the neighborhood coming closer together. Julie and Frank would work together to fix decorations. Poppy and Howdy would remake ruined food. Barnaby and Eddie would call a truce long enough to fetch anything anybody needed. Sally would happily lead the entire gang along. And you? You'd find yourself working with Wally, at the behest of the others.

Seems your feelings weren't as hidden as you thought. But that's okay. None of them suspected you. Why would they? You were what Julie liked to call a shrinking violet. Too much attention had you cowing away from a group activity, no matter how fun. You blushed easily, held hands with everyone, you cried when the villain destroyed your work. You were the last suspect to be on the list.

So how did he figure you out?

Wally was too observant for his own good. His eyes bore into you like black holes, sucking in all the light around them.

You clutched the crumbled paper heart in your hands, ripping it in half.

"You're a bully." Wally said, matter of fact.

"I'm helping the neighborhood." You retorted, ignoring the hollowness in your chest. "Things are too. . . peaceful. Without drama, without a common enemy, you'd start hating one another!"

"No." Wally said with a shake of his head. "We wouldn't. Because we're friends. Friends trust each other." He glanced away, like he couldn't be bothered to look at you. It hurt more than it should. "I trusted you. I thought you trusted me."

You hiked your shoulders up. "The world-"

"The neighborhood loves you." Wally interrupted. He turned away fully now, and you get so mad. But who were you mad at? Him? The world? Yourself? You couldn't tell. "But you don't love the neighborhood, huh?" He walked away, and you stood amidst your destruction, unsatisfied with this result. "Goodnight, neighbor."

You cringed. Guess first name basis was lost.

As you were left alone, your emotions began to rise over you, strong waves ready to drown you in their intensity. The disappointment Wally showed somehow made all of your intentions seem. . . insignificant. You didn't feel justified anymore, even if you knew how things would turn out tomorrow. That is, if Wally didn't tattle on you.

You shook your head.

Maybe. . . maybe you should rethink some things. Maybe the neighborhood was due some peace from villains and drama. And maybe the neighbors, who were all so kind to you, deserved apologies. Sincere ones.

But that could be handled in the morning.

[trashcanplant]

The Very Model of a Modern Major Beagle

Sally Starlet sat hunched in her room over a sheet of paper. She groaned, crumpling it up and tossing it into the bin. Papers were beginning to pile up.

“Ugh! Why can’t I get this script write? I know I’m no Shakespeare, but I am the brightest, most brilliant playwright in Home!” She cried out in agony, dramatically lounging in her chair. Sally sighed, looking at her new, blank page of paper.

This semi-angry script writing session was fueled by a visit to Poppy’s barn not three hours ago. Sally was bringing her a script to read, and the bird, anxious about starring in another one of Sally’s plays, suggested that she try to write for another one of her neighbors like Frank or Barnaby.

Thus, Sally sat positively simmering at her inability to write. She wouldn’t say she loathed her neighbors, just everything that they did and stood for. How uptight Frank was, and how loosey-goosey Barnaby was. Such stark opposites, and Sally was expected to write a script even those buffoons could do?

She tapped her pen against the page, then started idly doodling Frank in a very fancy, over-the-top hat. An idea came to the stars head, and she grinned.

“Oh, Sally, you brilliantly bright thing, you! You’ve done it again! Now, to put pen to page and let the ink tell this story!” She said grandiosely, beginning to furiously write upon the paper.

Come the next day, Frank was awoke by a feverish phone call from Sally.

“Mmnnnhello..?” They groaned into the speaker, voice still croaking out of its glaze of sleep. He tried to remain semi-quiet as not to disturb the soundly sleeping mass in their bed.

“Franklin! You must get dressed as soon as possible and meet me at my house! Immediately, do you understand?” Sally asked loudly. Frank whined slightly, taking the receiver away from his ear. It was too loud for this.

“Fine, Fine..” they replied. He was definitely awake now. This was going to be a long day for the etymologist.

A similar call awoke Barnaby. His phone rang ceaselessly for much longer though, as the pampered pooch tended to be a heavy sleeper. Finally, after Sally managed to hurl herself through the beagle’s window, he woke up.

“Barnaby!” The star shouted giving his body a jostle. His eyes opened unevenly and rather slowly. One would think Sally had drug a corpse out from the grave. No, she had just awoken Barnaby from a ruff dream.

“Huh? What? Somebody turn off the lights in here, I’m blind in here-“ Barnaby spoke, already cracking jokes as he batted Sally away with a paw. The actress scoffed.

“Barnaby, you need to wake up right now and get dressed! Or else!” Sally threatened, hands on her hips.

“Or else what? Ya won’t put food in my bowl or give me belly rubs or nothin’?” He asked, rolling over in his bed to face away from Sally. She groaned, tapping her foot on the floor. Her patience was wearing thin.

“Or else I’ll write a play saying that apples are bad for your health and show it to Wally!” She said. Barnaby sighed, falling onto the floor on the other side of his bed.

“Fine, Fine. Yer lucky I’m a sucker fer that lil’ guy.” He said, chuckling.

“Yes. Now get dressed and meet me at my house! There’s no time to waste!” She repeated, running out of his house. Barnaby stood there confused. Today was gonna be weird.

Both Frank and Barnaby ended up at Sally’s house at just about the same time. They entered her front garden, only to find her standing on the roof, looking down at them with a grin. From her vantage point, she threw two thick books of paper down to them.

“There! My latest masterpiece! Barnaby, you will be playing the role of Pirate King. Franklin, you will be the general!” She announced. The two men on the ground looked at each other.

“Sally, how are you expecting us to do this? I don’t even know the first thing about war!” Frank said. They shook their head slightly, flipping through the pages only to be pleasantly surprised.

“I am the very model of a modern major general, I’ve information vegetable, animal, mineral… I know the scientific names of beings and emalculas… I can a hum a fugue of which I’ve heard the musics dine fore?” Frank spoke, a little smile on their face. He chuckled, and Barnaby looked down at his paper.

“With a pirate head an’ a pirate heart… somethin’ somethin’ I am a pirate king… oh I am a pirate king. Swinging around.. bein’ silly.. keep movin’.. sword fight. Hmm.. When I sally forth to seek my prey I help myself in a royal way… Must somehow manage to get through more dirty work than ever I do for I am a pirate king. It is, it is a glorious thing to be a pirate king— woah Sally, you’re really gettin’ the point across. At least I get a sword fight. Frankie here just brags about how smart he is.” Barnaby said with a laugh. Frank’s brow furrowed and they grumbled.

“I know! It’s just like the both of you!” Sally said with a smile. She crossed her arms. Barnaby and Frank exchanged a look. There wasn’t a lot they agreed on, but in this moment it was decidedly so.

“We will not be doing this show, Sally.” Frank said with a smile. Sally paused, looking at them.

“What do you mean you won’t be doing this show?! It’s my best work!” She fumed. Barnaby stepped in, resting an arm on Frank’s perfect hairdo. He grumbled slightly, but kept cool as Barnaby spoke.

“What he said was, we ain’t doin’ yer silly lol’ show, Sal. Ya turned us into our arch-ee-types, an’ that ain’t real nice a ya.” He said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his pipe. He lit it and released a puff as he laughed.

“Besides, there’s no way a little pooch like me would be a pirate king. Or a pirate for that matter! I’ve never stolen once, swear on my mama’s heart.” Barnaby said, crossing himself with his big blue fingers. Sally rolled her eyes.

“But I need someone to play the parts! You must play them, you were made for them!” Sally said. Frank moved Barnaby’s arm off of them.

“No, Sally. We refuse to be reduced down to our core elements! We aren’t caricatures of ourselves like how you’ve written us in the script. We are more than just smart and loud.” Frank said. He was really putting his foot down on this one!

“Yeah, you tell ‘er, Frankie! We ain’t just the whipped cream an’ cherry on top! We’re the whole dang hot dog.” Barnaby said. The sentence made both Frank and Sally pause in disgust and disbelief. Sally shook her head.

“Never the matter! I’ll just have… Julie and Howdy play the parts! There!” Sally said. She stomped her foot down. She was clearly upset.

“Whatever, kid. Just call us when ya start showin’ it. We’d love ta watch.” The comedian says, taking another puff of his pipe and walking away.

Frank stayed behind for a moment. He took a breath then approached Sally.

“Look, we’ve never gotten along. But I am interested in seeing more of what this general has to say. You write very eloquently for someone so loud.” They said. The comment was just nice enough, but Sally was smart.

“I heard that, Franklin. You have 5 seconds before I go telling Poppy what you said.” She grinned. Frank started running towards the barn, and Sally gave chase.

She may not have ended up with actors, but at least she’d made her neighbors smile for a moment and pay attention to her. And in the end, that’s all that really matters.

[rare-agere-reverie]

I have a fanfic request for welcome home (if your don’t mind!)

Caregiver(s): Eddie Dear

Regressor(s): Wally Darling

Plot: Eddie is going back to his home after he finished his mail route and spots an overstimulated, regressed Wally trying to hide his regression. Eddie decides to help Wally.

Please and thank you! 👋😅

Woo my first fic for the blog and it’s my hyperfixation! Hope I did your idea justice anon 📬

Something to Hold

CG!Eddie Dear + Little!Wally Darling

“Here’s your mail, Julie!” cheerfully proclaimed Eddie. He pulled a primary-colored letter with a pawprint stamp from his bag. The rainbow monster joyfully took it from him.

“Thanks for the letter, Eddie,” she replied, “Can you play Magic Bakery with me?” The mailman froze a little, remembering the last time Julie played that game. Poppy’s kitchen needed an entire week of cleaning after her sugar potion erupted in a splash of batter.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I’m up for it,��� Eddie excused, his right hand scratching at the back of his neck.

“That’s okay, I bet Frank would love to play Magic Bakery,” reassured Julie confidently. “Bye Eddie! Hope your day’s fun!”

“I’ll see you later!” He tipped his hat as he strolled away. Feeling his hand around inside his mailbag, Eddie sighed freely when he didn’t touch a single letter. Now that his day’s work is done, his schedule is free. Maybe I should fold some paper butterflies; Frank would love that. How about I cut a ribbon of stars? I could even deliver it to Sally. 

Caught up in his thoughts, Eddie tripped over a pebble. Slight pain flared a bit as he landed face first on the grass. He propped himself up, only to spot something small behind the post office.

Huh, did someone leave a package? 

Eddie kept walking, then realized the figure was one of his neighbors. His steps slowed stealthily, as if worried about scaring the person off. Hiding around a corner of the building, the mailman realized it was actually Wally.

The small darling seemed quiet and tense, unlike his usual content self. His ascot hung loose around his neck, his cardigan unbuttoned and nearly falling from his shoulders, and his chest heaving unsteadily. In Eddie’s favor, Wally’s eyes are too trained on the apple in his hands to notice someone spying on him. A self-soothing behavior taking virtually no effect.

The taller friend’s worry only grew at the sight. What could’ve scared him so badly? …I finished my route; it wouldn’t hurt to take a break. A sporadic yet subdued burst of footsteps carried Eddie closer, alerting Wally of his presence.

“Hey Darlin’,” the concerned man sat beside the shorter, “do you need any help?” With a slight turn of the head towards his friend, Wally’s shaking pupils dragged themselves to meet Eddie’s gaze. 

“No,” he decided, his voice soaked in anxiety. A blatant lie, unfit for a usually happy friend and neighbor.

“Oh, Wally, it’s okay to ask for help,” Eddie soothed, reaching a hand out for the frazzled artist. The painter hesitated, glancing wearily between his apple and his friend’s palm. Said friend never stopped displaying such genuine affection, effectively winning Wally over. Wordlessly, one hand held the red fruit while the other hovered over Eddie’s hand. The mail carrier kept a loose yet secure grip, propped Wally up, and led him inside the post office.

For the most part, the inside sparkled with cleanliness; only a side table was littered with scrap paper from a previous crafts project. Eddie placed his hat and work bag on the wall hooks behind the reception desk, and let go of Wally in the process. Free to explore, Wally felt drawn to the table of leftover materials, eyeing every individual paper. When the off-duty mailman returned his attention to his friend in need, his confusion grew a little. After all, Wally’s tantalized by spare pieces of the paper crowns he made for Sally’s last play.

“What is it, Darlin’?” Eddie asked, joining Wally at the cluttered table.

“Red,” mumbled the yellow puppet, pointing at a pile of paper triangles with the same color. He thoughtlessly placed his apple on the table, and admired the differing shades between the maroon scraps and the scarlet fruit.

“That’s right; they’re both red,” awkwardly added Eddie. Despite his quiet exhale unknowingly releasing itself, he couldn’t stop thinking about the unfamiliar behavior unfolding next to him. I’m glad he’s feeling better, but something ain’t right.

“Gween,” Wally muttered, now pointing towards a couple of poorly-cut ovals. That certainly snapped the distracted mailman out of his thoughts.

“Green?” repeated Eddie, mental wheels finding enough courage to turn. Maybe he wants to distract himself with colors, he rationalized. At this apparent correction of pronunciation, the secretly-regressed little darted his eyes down to his fingers, which gently tapped on the table.

“Yeah, that,” spoke Wally, voice shy and small. It melted Eddie’s heart with melancholy, yearning for the artist’s happiness to return. 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, Darlin’,” affirmed Eddie, his words sweeter than any apples Wally had seen. “Just know I want to help you find your smile again, okay?” The regressor nodded confidently, his clear gaze fixed onto Eddie’s while his hands made a grabby motion towards the mail carrier.

“Oh! You want a hug?” Words escaped Wally; he could only repeat his grabby hands. “Aww, of course I will, Darlin’!” Protecting arms wrapped snugly around the little’s limp body.

Smiles on their faces, they stayed like that until Wally’s eyes slowly closed. Naturally, Eddie pulled out his Murphy bed and tucked the sleepy darling underneath soft blankets. As one of them napped, the other lovingly watched over them.

[alex-frostwalker]

RELATIONSHIP TAGS 📃

💝 Family         👤Neutral 

🤝 Trust            🔥Rival

♥️ Friendly        ⚡Hate/Tension

Timekeeper Wally Relationship Chart of AUs💭

I might add the wrong creators. Please correct me if Im wrong

OG! Wally

♥️   Still living in the bliss of everything? That feels nice.. I miss those days..

Opposite Wally @/Henneysilly TikTok

♥️  Seeing you getting mad makes me wanna mess with you even more! Ha Ha Ha!

Vampire Wally @ nonomives Tumblr

♥️  Your a vampire huh? Hmm…… Do you say "Bleh Bleh Bleh"?

Royalty Wally @ neonross/_ Tumblr/Twitter

♥️  What did you really do to the Spades? Really, I'm curious to hear from you..

Mob! Wally @ clownsuu Tumblr

⚡/👤  Your future still remains unchanged after everything you've done… ₩ØɄⱠĐ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₥Ɇ ₮Ø ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲Ɇ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?

Haunted House! Wally @ kamigui Tumblr

♥️  Would you like me to change your past?

Cupid Wally @ fetusmeme Tumblr

♥️  So you use those arrows to make people fall in love? That's funny.. Did you get hit by your own arrows? Ha ha ha..

Finfolk Wally @ aerkame Tumblr

♥️ Oh? A merman? I remember Sally telling me a bunch of stories during her travels.

Observer Wally @ neonross/_ Tumblr/Twitter

🤝/♥️ Oh looks like I'm not alone in this vast void! This'll be very very fun fun fun!

Rainbow Factory! Wally @ dodozoi17 Tiktok

👤/⚡ Your methods are….. Questionable..

Beach Town! Wally @ PastelBerryPie Twitter

♥️  Home is your surfboard? That is very.. very… .. Interesting...

Wally Cookie @/Toko_gung19 Twitter

♥️  Oh? a living cookie? I guess the possibilities are endless… I remember those days where Poppy bakes sweets for us.

Fresh! Wally @GRIMMUSSYPAKITA Twitter

♥️  I like your style! Julie would totally love this!

Creator Wally @ bloodrediscream Tumblr

👤/♥️   Well isn't this familiar...

Watcher Wally @ deadlyeyez Tumblr

♥️  You can actually talk to your Neighbors? Maybe I should find a way to do that too, to get to know mine better.

Greyscale Wally @ sweetest-honeybee Tumblr

♥️   What did you do to make Home very mad at you?

Priest Wally @ smexysmeetss Tumblr

♥️/👤  Your god doesn't know everything