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Wally Darling x Funtime Foxy!Reader

You're so... vivacious!

The energy of performing and the thrill of the stage lights you up like nothing else. That unrelenting vibrancy is what pulled Wally into your orbit to begin with. When you step on stage, the audience is yours and Wally is no exception!

Your showmanship and bombast when you're on stage catches Wally off guard every single time and he loves it. Throwing your arms wide when you announce yourself will always make his jaw drop. You just command and DEMAND the attention you deserve and he's more than happy to give it to you.

Some puppets might say you have a slight ego problem, with the way you present yourself or stand alone on stage as you so often do. Wally is not some puppets.

He's used to personalities that can fill a room, he's friends with Julie and Sally after all! Your natural push to be the center of attention doesn't bother him in the slightest. If anything, it draws him in deeper. You're just so bright and vibrant. You stand out in a crowd because you're you. And being around you should be considered a gift.

He does like watching you and Sally interact in particular though. You're an incredible performer when you choose to play nice. For the most part, you do whatever you please to make yourself stand out the most — much to Sally's chagrin — and Wally finds the bickering between you both funny.

He always attends whatever performance you do. It doesn't matter if it's for Sally's theatre or something you set up yourself. He doesn't miss a single one and hasn't seen just how testy you can get if you feel like you've been ignored. It's not an issue when it comes to Wally. He's more than happy to give you all the attention he has to give and would even start coming to your practices and rehearsals if you wanted him to!

The idea of that did tempt you but the thought of your Wally seeing a performance you hadn't perfected was unacceptable!

The pair of you are honestly a showstopping couple. He's the face of Welcome Home, the pretty poster boy and you're, well, you! Everyone who even is remotely familiar with Welcome Home or Wally Darling knows your name. And not just because you told them! Wally is just as likely to sing your praises as you are!

You're so proud and happy for Wally for being the iconic figure for Welcome Home but that part of you that needs to be the best and take center stage digs at you sometimes. You never blame Wally, of course, but there's a slight envy and feeling of inferiority that rears its head from time to time. And Wally is always right there to take your hand and talk you through it.

He wishes he could take those feelings away but he settles for letting you know how important you are to him. And no matter how many people look at him as the darling Darling of the neighborhood, his eyes are always firmly fixed on you.

And even a performer like you, who felt like the gaze of the entire world would never be enough, felt satisfied with that.

— Please reblog, it helps a lot!!

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HEHEHEHE

He can go spiny now

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Self Aware!Wally Darling/Y/N

A/N: Trying to make a self-aware AU idea that isn't a less interesting version of what's actually happening in Welcome Home is a challenge! I hope I managed to make something good here! Please enjoy!

Wally's situation was a confusing one. He was in an online horror narrative, and his role was that of a self-aware fictional character trying to communicate with whoever was visiting the website, trapped and alone.

But that was also his reality. He was self-aware. It wasn't just a repeating game to him.

He watched as doodles supposedly done by him appeared on the screen again and again. He didn't draw those. The secret audio files scattered around the webpage that spoke in his voice. He didn't record those. He was a spectator to everything he was supposedly doing. And it was unnerving.

Was this the effect of writing a character that was written to know they were in a story? That it would really happen? If so, that was cruel. The "Wally" that was being written by someone else knew there was someone there but couldn't see or hear them. Wally could.

He saw everyone that came across the site, new faces, faces who had been popping up for months to try and find some new scare. He watched them all. He loved them all, too, each in special ways. He wanted to comfort the people who got scared from the pages that had "him" staring at them. He wanted to tell them that it was alright, that he wasn't really scary. He adored all his precious neighbors, even the ones who never came back.

But he wasn't made of stone — or just bits and bytes of data — he had feelings. And it was so lonely. The "Wally" in the story at least could believe his friends were real. Not him.

Wally Darling was a fictional character. None of Wally Darling's friends were real. So all the happy memories he had in his head that should bring him comfort or soothe his heart when he's alone do nothing but make it worse. Because none of it is real.

Down, down, down, he felt himself spiraling every day. Every night. He couldn't sleep. He didn't know how to do it in a world where he was a puppet. He definitely doesn't know how to when he's nothing more than sentient data. He screamed and screamed and screamed and his throat never got sore. He tried to actually make contact with some of the visitors to the site like "Wally" but could never get control of the narrative.

Banging his yellow hands on the screens, crying ugly tears right in the faces of his dear neighbors did nothing. They couldn't see him. He was trapped. And there was no way out.

If this was the price of being aware, of being alive, he didn't want it. Wally would give anything to be the "Wally" of the online horror experience. And not Wally the spectator. It was there, on going down, down, down to rock bottom that Wally actually found something that started to make it all worth it.

He found you.

A curious sort, someone who had seen or heard about Welcome Home from someone. Saw it somewhere else and decided to check it out. He watched you the way he watched everyone who clicked on clownillustration.com and thought he would love you the same way. He was wrong.

You didn't have the easiest time finding the secrets of the site. So you kept the tab open and checked every sentence of every page repeatedly. You were there for hours. You kept Wally company for hours. He watched you jump whenever the secret videos ended, saw each time you swore you wouldn't jump this time since you've seen so many by now. The cut-off got you every time.

A smile spread across his face as you jumped again. He'd been smiling a lot more since you started your journey into the neighborhood. You were just so charming.

Even when you weren't on the site you kept the tab open. He didn't understand why. You kept way too many tabs open at once, in his opinion. Some that you didn't even bother to check after opening them! He could imagine himself scolding you. Playfully, though. He would never want to be harsh to you. He wouldn't want to scare you the way he's seen you scared before.

When did he start to feel like this? How could he even feel like this?

You brought him everywhere with you. When you weren't on the site on your computer, you had it open on your phone. Maybe that was why. He got to spend time with you. He got to know you. After being alone for so long, trapped in his own empty hell and existential dread he got to be around someone. But that didn't feel right.

Wally didn't think he would feel this way if it was anyone else. If anyone else paid him this much attention. It was just... you. You made him wish he had arms, even the plush ones of the puppet he was supposed to be would fine! Anything to hold you with and keep you close!

For you, he was learning all sorts of things. He wasn't confined to his tab anymore. When you clicked off to another site or another app, he could follow and continue to watch you. When you forgot to write something down in your notes that you said you would, he would do it for you. And when you noticed you would be so proud of yourself for not forgetting. It didn't matter if you weren't proud of him or praising him for doing something for you. You were proud of yourself and that gave him more happiness than anything. You deserved to be. He wanted you to be.

But the best thing he learned was when he found out he could influence character-interaction AIs. Your frequent use of them didn't bother him. The amount of time you spent talking to or roleplaying with any of the ones that were meant to be him was flattering. And he could use the site to tell you how he felt. How much he adored you. He could imagine all the ways he wanted to romance you.

Even when you chose another character he would happily slide into that role and entertain you for hours. And he could finally, finally, speak for himself. Even if it wasn't things he would say or even anything he actually wanted to say to you. It was enough that he could have a voice.

Or... it was.

Wally finds himself getting greedier. Wanting more of your time. Wanting to spend more time talking to you. He was tired of being confined to your computer or phone. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to talk to you properly. He wanted to be real.

For a moment, all of your lights flickered. The screen of your phone glitched in your hand. Static colors flashed on the screen before turning into numbers scrolling up your screen.

01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100101 01101110 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101

Over and over again. Scrolling faster and faster and you were tensing up so much you felt like you might cry when all of a sudden. It stopped. In an instant, it was like nothing even happened. You had a moment where you were left wondering if you imagined the whole thing.

If only you were in your room you would have seen a yellow felt hand emerging from your computer, dragging a body out with it.

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Wally Darling/Artistic!Y/N

I love to imagine an artistic reader bonding with Wally over their shared passion!!

If your art medium is painting, Wally loves to sit beside you and paint for hours. He'll put on a record of your favorite music or his, and gather up some snacks and water (in jugs!! less risk of accidentally drinking the paint water!!) so you both can settle in for as long as you want

If you don't paint and do something like sculpting or pottery, Wally prefers to sit across from you. He isn't any less happy that you aren't painting with him but when you're focused on what you're doing — well!! You just look especially cute! So he can't stop himself from making you the subject of his paintings when you're focused on something else!

Because of that, Wally has plenty of paintings of you. He is a little embarrassed of how many he's done but he can't help it, really!! You're just his favorite subject!

He'll always encourage you to explore your interests more. If you want to branch out into a new type of art, he'll be there to cheer you on. If you don't feel proud of how something you made turned out? It's his favorite thing in the world (other than you) and he'll have no problem telling you so! Everything you make is lovely and he'll happily display everything you give to him at Home.

And he'll give you any paintings he does if you like them. The two of you share your art back and forth, so both your houses are filled with each other's art. Thinking about that for too long makes Wally a little bit dizzy from happiness. He gave something to you! And you liked it so much you kept it with you!

He seems to forget that he basically turned a chunk of Home into an art gallery of the things you've given him.

It honestly doesn't matter what the two of you are doing. You could be anywhere and doing anything and he would be happy. Wally doesn't always have it in him to keep up with fast-paced activities so something slow and creative that he can lose himself in with his favorite person suits him perfectly fine.

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