#and oh the ways this could hurt barnaby

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

SO. TO KICK OFF THE WEEK OF SPECULATION BEFORE THE UPDATE DROPS.

last night i had a bit of a Revelation. literally. i borderline woke up in a cold sweat with this realization. the way i lunged for my laptop to scream at friends... ough. lets get into it

so. i do believe I've made a couple of theory posts about Barnaby not being quite as receptive to his and Wally's "forced" best friendship as Wally - since the show wrote them to be friends instead of it happening naturally. i thought it might be a point of tension for Barn. i thought a lot.

YES SO I'M TOSSING (almost) ALL OF THAT OUT THE WINDOW!

the bios state Barnaby as Wally's best friend multiple times over. it had to be regularly reinforced. their colors were chosen to mark them as friends.

but Barnaby - presumably - can't see the bios, he wouldn't know the scripts. the friendship would be natural from his perspective. how would he know otherwise? even if the relationship started out synthetic, i don't doubt that it became genuine. in the context of their world and perceptions, realistically speaking Barnaby probably wouldn't sense anything wrong.

the reminders to be best friends weren't for Barnaby.

they were for Wally.

i'm starting to suspect that Wally is Barnaby's best friend, but Barnaby isn't Wally's. i think that Wally's "best friend" is Home - or at least Wally has a closer connection to them / Home is more important to Wally than anyone else is.

i remember reading this livestream trivia (from theneighborhoodwatch's doc, if you haven't their resources yet what are you even doing?):

and i assumed it was for Barnaby's side of the relationship. but it's not, is it? it's Wally's? and it makes too much fucking Sense! it fits! i can see it perfectly! i can feel things slotting together in my mind due to this shift in perspective, and i'm scared

Barnaby probably thinks the relationship is natural, just like how he thinks he's a real person in a real world. Wally probably knows that the relationship is a role, just like how he knows he's a puppet in a false reality.

that leaves me wondering how much of it is genuine on Wally's side. i don't doubt that they really are friends, but how deep does that connection go? in the interview, Wally sounded excited/proud about having a best friend, but how much came from a place of feeling, and how much came from a place of Fulfilling The Role? how much of it is performative? how much of it is a mask?

i've been seeing everything differently. Barnaby poses for Wally the most because he has good balance and is good at staying still, not because of favoritism or because he's Wally's best friend. in the 14 (15 including the hidden halloween) audios, Barnaby consistently seeks out Wally and checks in on him. Wally seems more casual about their relationship than Barnaby is.

i'm worried that Wally values Home & You/Us over Barnaby. that Barnaby is second or third place in Wally's heart. that Wally means more to Barnaby than he means to Wally. after all, only one of them needed their relationship to be reinforced on a seemingly regular basis.

i'm confident that Wally cares about / loves Barnaby, but the question is how much? to what extent?

[hunnitastic]

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It was a nice relaxing sunny day in the neighborhood. The sun was shining bright, the sky painted a beautiful sky blue, fluffy white clouds slowly drifting above. Your friends had invited you out to play at the park. You gladly accepted their invitation as you haven't left your house for the past couple of days. Surely it wouldn't hurt to get some sunlight and play with your friends right?

After walking around your house spending some time trying to find your favorite ball you use to play fetch with barnaby, this found it hiding underneath your couch. You grabbed it and brushed the dust off. you quickly ran outside and headed straight to the park. You were running so fast you didn't even notice that deep hole in the ground coming straight your way. And in the blink of an eye the tip of your foot dragged against the deep hole sending you to plummet straight to the ground. But before you could break for impact, a big pair of light blue fuzzy colored paws grabbed hold of your arms bringing you straight back to your feet.

"Whoa there (y/n)! There's no need to be in such a hurry. The park isn't that far buddy!" Barnaby chuckled and slapped your back. You grimaced at the sudden slap but smiled seeing the rest of your friends where already here but, your friend Wally Darling was missing from the group.

You wondered where he could be. It wasn't like him to be late for a get together...how odd.

You stared at the ground for a slight minute. A faint frown painted your face wondering if wally was to ever show up. But you have the whole day after all There! 'Just be patient (y/n). He probably had something important to do' you thought to yourself before shaking the negative thoughts out of your head as you and the rest of the gang proceeded to walk to the park together.

There was Julie with a picnic basket happily swinging back and forth in her hands as she skipped her way to the park. Finding the perfect spot near a field of flowers Julie began to set up the picnic. She layed out a large red and white checkered blanket and set out the plates, cups and forks. "Hey Julie do you need any help?" You asked as you plopped down on the grass setting your ball beside you. "Hi (y/n)! I sure could use some help thank you for asking! Could you please organize the plates and cups and math them with the correct color?" You nodded with a smile and did exactly as asked. You organized the colorful plates and cups with their respective matching colors. They even had the names of everyone from the neighborhood. You even had your own plate as well! And it was your favorite color too. 'Julie is such a good friend' you thought as you smiled sweetly, staring at the plate a little longer before setting it down.

You glanced over to look at the surprisingly large amount of food Julie had packed. Small sandwiches, gelatin for who you assume is for frank, (your favorite food/snack) oh boy you couldn't wait to dig in! Some apples for wally and a comedically large 3 tier cake. Its colorful frosting surely would catch anyone's attention. It was a bit odd but it was nice to look at. It looked yummy too.

After the 2 of you were done setting up the picnic you got up and grabbed your ball. "Hey barnaby! Wanna play some catch?" You hollered watching barnaby quickly run towards you at lightning speed. "You bet I do! You get any better at throwing? Last time we played you threw it so close it felt more like I was picking the ball that up you kept dropping. It was really boring." the dog joked grinning at the offended look on your face. "I was just tired that day!" You huffed and stomped your foot. "And just so you know I'm most definitely better at throwing things now! So you better get ready!" You huffed some more before taking a few steps back while you watched Barnaby take a few steps back as well. "Ok! HERE I GOOOOO!" you yelled as you threw the ball high into the air watching as it traveled in the sky.

Perhaps...you might have thrown it a little too far. It doesn't seem like barnaby could catch it in time. And it looks like the ball is headed right towards wallys house.

Oh you poor silly fool!

Closing your eyes shut and slapping your hands over your face you were prepared to gear the shattering of glass breaking from a window. But..there was no such sound. What happened? Did the ball fly over the house instead? Removing your hands and slowly opening your eyes you saw a familiar blue hair individual walking your way tossing a certian ball up and down in right hand while his other rested behind his back. 

It was wally...

Your heart started to skip a beat, your face becoming flushed and hot, and your hands started to get sweaty.

Oh- did I forget to mention you had certian feelings for your kind dear neighbor wally? What was there to not like about this man? He was a kindly spoken gentlemen. Sure he could be a little empty headed at times but that's what you loved about him.

If only you had the courage to tell him how you really feel.

If...

O n ly...

You swallowed the saliva that gathered in your mouth and waved at wally as he aproched you. "Hello (y/n), looking for this?" He spoke in his usual calm soft voice. He held up the ball. You sheepishly nodded your head. Embarrassed at the fact you almost threw that ball straight into wallys house. "U-uh yes. Sorry about that-" you mumbled. Struggling to find the right words to say. Smiling, wally softly grabbed ahold of your hand and placed the ball in your palm and cupped his hand over yours. Looking straight into your eyes wally tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving his face. "You should be more careful neighbor. It'd be a shame for you to lose your favorite ball." He whispered.

You wanted to say 'thank you wally, I'll be more careful next time!' But all the came out of your mouth was "...uh-uh." Wally chuckled and walked over to Julie before barnaby ran back towards you. Panting heavily, Hunching over wth his paws rested on his knees. "Geez (y/n) if I had known you throw that hard I would have suggested we play another game instead" you patted the dogs back and softly apologized. "Hey it's alright! You did prove me wrong though! You got a good arm (y/n)!" You grinned while proudly placing your hands on your hips. "Why thank you! Did you wanna take a break and eat with others?" Barnaby shook his head. "Nah! I've got so much energy after chasing the ball! Hey- why don't we play a game of tag?" Barnaby asked standing straight up after finally managing to catch his breath. "That sounds like a good ide-"

"TAG. YOU'RE IT"

Barnaby ran leaving you standing there like a baffled idiot. "Barnaby that's not fair!" You shouted as you proceeded to chase after him while the two of you laughed. The game went on for so long. You even managed to accidentally knock frank into a bush while he was inspecting a butterfly. "Opps! Sorry about that frank!" You quickly pulled frank out of the bush and helped brushed him off. "You best be careful when running around (y/n). You could hurt someone or even hurt yourself- uh?" before frank could scold anymore you had already run off after seeing barnaby coming straight towards you.

Circling around a tree you run as fast as you could to get barnaby off your tail but he was pretty fast considering how big he is. Using the rest of the energy you had left you bolted to the right towards the flower patch. Looking behind you already ended up gaining a couple feet between barnaby and yourself. You let out a breathy laugh. "HA TAKE THAT BARNABY! I'M THE FASTEST IN THE NEIGHBORHO- OOF-" without keeping your eyes in front of you you failed to see a large patch of dirt sitting right in front of your path. And barnaby was too far away to catch you this time.

You fell straight down, roughing up your knees in the process. You let out a low long groan as you laid there with your face buried in the dirt and pebbles. "(Y/N)!" You heard barnaby shout as you began to slowly sit yourself up. The burning and stinging sensation on your knees was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You bit down on your lip to keep the sobs from escaping your throat. The bubbling feeling in your throat grew as you stared at your bloody knees. You looked up seeing barnaby and the others running your direction. "(Y/n) are you okay?!" Julie asked kneeling down and slowly rubbed her hand up and down your back to help soothe you. "Y-yeah I'm fine. I wasn't p-paying attention" frank frowned and shook his head. "I told you you need to be careful when running around (y/n). You need to get home and tend to those cuts before they get infected." Before you could respond wally walked over, placing one arm behind your back and the other hooking under your legs. He held you up, carrying you close to his chest. "I'll take (y/n) back home." "Are you sure you don't need help?" Barnaby asked looking awfully concerned. Wally simply nodded and began to walk to the direction of his house.

Oh could you feel even more embarrassed? You just had to go and act like a fool and not pay attention! Now here you are, carried in wallys arms and cut up and trying you awful best to hold back your weeping sobs. It didn't take long to make it back to wallys house after the silent walk back.

Once walking inside wally carefully sat you down on the couch in his living room. "Wait right there. I'll be right back." You nodded watching wally walk towards the back. You let out a soft sigh staring down at your knees. "Way to make a fool of yourself infront of wally (y/n) you idiot. This day couldn't be anymore worse." you whispered to yourself cringing as you replied the moment you fell in your head. "Did you say something (y/n)?" Wally asked as he came back with a box of bandages, cotton balls and a bottle of hydroxide. You flinched not hearing him walk back in the living room. He sure is a quiet one isn't he?

"OH- UHM, n-no I didn't say anything...haha" you awkwardly spoke watching wally kneel down on the ground infront of you. You stared as he opened the brown colored bottle grabbing a cotton ball he carefully doused the soft fluffy white ball in the liquid. Gently, he grasped the back of your leg lifting your knee up. "This is going to sting a little bit ok? If it hurts too much just tell me to stop." You swallowed and nodded your head slowly bracing yourself for the pain. The closer wally moved the cottonball the more you tried your best to move your leg away. "Now, now (y/n). Remember what frank said? If we don't get this taken care of your cuts will get infected. And it will hurt alot more if you leave it the way it is. Do you really want that? Hmm?" Wally had a good point. You didn't want your cuts to get more worse. You shook your head. "Good. Just stay still. I'll be as gentle as I can". Wally spoke im a soft calming tone.

Your roughly gripped the couch seats hissing at the stinging sensation tingling as the wet ball lightly dabbed against your skin. The feeling spread through out your knee. It hurt alot and you wanted to tell wally to stop but you had to be strong and push through this. You felt more tears begin to well up in the corner of your eyes while you bit down on your bottom lip. 'It's almost over. Just one more knee and you're done (y/n)' you reassured yourself as wally moved to work on the next leg. "You're doing good. Just a couple more seconds" wally hummed cleaning up your wound on the other knee. After he was done wiping up your cut a lightly blew on the cut to make it dry faster. Your body shivered at the coolness against your throbbing skin. It was a nice feeling.

Really nice.

After making sure your cuts were dry wally placed a band-aid on each knee. "And there you go. All done~" he happily sung looking up at you. You still had your eyes closed shut. Your tears streaming down your red flushed cheeks. "Hmm..." wally sounded. "I heard from poppy about the best medicine one can receive when they're hurt. Do you know what that medicine is (y/n?)" He asked not looking away. You shook your head. Your lips trembling as you let out soft shakey whimpers. "The best medicine one can receive when they're not feeling good you see..." he paused. Moving his hand to softly grasp your calf while his other rested against the heel of your foot.

"Is a kiss."

Wally softly pressed a sweet kiss against your bandaged knee. Leaving his lips there for a few seconds before pressing another loving kiss to the other. You opened your eyes, face still flushed a bright red as you watched wally sweetly kiss your knee before lightly pressing his cheek against your skin. "Does that feel better?" He asked. You nodded and softly smiled. "Ahh there's that smile I like to see". Wally hummed, reaching up to wipe away the rest of your tears. His thumb brushing against your cheek. "I really do hate to see you so upset (y/n). It hurts my heart so much" he whispered staring into your eyes.

There was a short moment of silence. The 2 of you just stared at each other with soft expressions before wally spoke up again. "Please don't ever say you're an idiot. That's just not true. You're a lovely person." Your eyes widened. "So...you heard that?" You mumbled. He didn't respond. Just continued to stare at you with his usual smile and droopy eyes. "I think you're really neat (y/n). You bring so much light in any room you walk in." He cupped your cheek in his hand as he leaned forward bringing his hand to sotly pet the top of your head. "You're so good for me. Always helping our friends and making them smile. You're very very good." His smile grew wider when he watched your flustered reaction. You enjoyed the sudden praise and comfort. It was definitely something you needed.

Wally cupped both your cheeks this time forcing you to look up at him. You held in your breath as you stared into his eyes. His pupils seemed...more larger than they were a few seconds ago.

"....I really like you too."

You opened your mouth to speak but wally cut you off. "(Y/n) will you promise me you'll try to be a little more careful when you play with our friends?" You stayed silent for a minute before answering. "I- I promise to be more careful." Wally hummed letting go of your face and reached down and grabbed hold of your hands. Intertwining your fingers together. "Shall we go back to our friends now?" He asked helping you up off the couch. "Hehe, yes let us go back to our friends." You replied back in a soft voice.

And with that you both walked back to the park, hand in hand with smiles spread across your faces.

Maybe this day was going to go alright alright after all.

THE END.

|| This is the first fanfic I've written after a few years of not writing anything so I do apologize that I'm rather rusty. I hoped you enjoyed reading it tho! ||

[starleska]

Omg your Wally headcanons are ✨!!!

Could you maybe write how Wally would react to a neighbor that is prone to fainting?

d'aww thank you very much sweet anon, that means a lot!! 🥰 oh yes, i'd love to - what a sweet idea!! i hope you don't mind that i've taken some liberties with describing the fainting condition - my apologies if they don't match up to your experience if you're prone to fainting yourself 💖

Wally Darling x a Reader Prone to Fainting headcanons

⭐ you're always a little embarrassed to admit you're prone to fainting. although you know it's a legitimate medical condition that can leave you seriously hurt (and it has!), you can't help but feel burdensome to those around you - especially if you're asking them to remove a fainting trigger. no one is ever nasty about it - but sometimes, you feel their pity hits just as hard as a bad word. because of this, when you first move to Wally's neighbourhood and meet your colourful new friends, it takes you a while to open up about your fainting. they're all such vibrant, kind people, you have to brace yourself for what you're sure will be a sickeningly sympathetic reaction 😷 ⭐ but when you tell Wally about your condition, he reacts in an unexpected way. a wide smile stretches across his face, and he laughs, not unkindly. "ha ha ha! that's interesting." baffled, you ask him if he's making fun of you. he shakes his head, and says simply, "your brain gets too excited by the world, so it has to go to sleep. i think that's wonderful." Wally's words stick with you for the rest of the day, and you can't help grinning to yourself when you think about your strange new friend's worldview. he always manages to find a way to turn the most difficult situation into an opportunity for learning 😊 ⭐ the first time you faint in front of him, Wally saves your life. your fainting triggers are wide and varied: standing up too quickly, certain smells, strong emotions. however, your most common trigger is low blood sugar - if you don't eat enough or at the right times, you're sure to go down like a sack of bricks. the day was roasting, and yourself, Wally and the rest of the neighbourhood were having a blast with water balloons, super soakers, and all manner of gizmos to try and beat the heat. in all the fun, you'd totally forgotten to eat, but you stubbornly ignored the warning signs (nausea, seeing lights, etc.). when Barnaby and Julie tried to pull you back into their game of water tag, you told them you're just going to take a moment and sit in the paddling pool. you take your seat in the water, hoping that the coolness will help calm your nervous system...but then you feel your consciousness slip 👀 ⭐ the next thing you know, Wally pulls you, coughing and spluttering, from the water. you're shocked - Wally is normally so relaxed and talks with a slow, steady kind of ease, but now he's babbling, desperately trying to get you to focus on him and tell him your name. thankfully, you'd only been passed out for a moment; Wally saw you go under and rushed into action immediately. by the time everyone returns from their game, Wally already has you wrapped up snugly in a towel, and insists to the others that they continue having fun while he gets you home safely. from that moment on, Wally always keeps a close eye on you and looks out for your triggers. he makes sure to remind you to eat - and keeps a few spare snacks around, just in case 💖 this was an interesting prompt indeed!! i hope it's to your liking, anon 🥰💖

[factual-fantasy]

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@unpopularartist14

I have definitely heard of it and seen it around. :0 And I got a good taste of it from SMG4s video on it XDD I've thought about watching it in the past. Though hearing about that widely accepted ship.. Ehhh,, I'm not so sure now.. <XD

@sunshine-vr6

@wdillustration

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@badlyblurry (Post in question)

XDD It really has. The poor guy is so conflicted. This really seems like a romantic moment. But surly she's just excited about her new form and doesn't understand the typical boundaries friends have.

Surly someone as beautiful and desirable as Blue.. wouldn't be interested in a old cookie like him.

..Right??

@jesterpiecethejester

They're still on my blog, I never deleted them or anything. You just gotta go to my #undertale tag and scroll down a bit-

@minnesotamedic186 (Post in question)

AWW!! Its might be a bit out of character for Blue, but its still a cute scene!! :DD

@keakruiser (Sorry for replying a bit late!)

:DDD THANK YOU!! I had some giant cookies and cream cupcakes! 😋😋

Huh, suprising!

....now what does Urchin taste like.. 🍴🍪

@edgywithaheart

Ooooo interesting!! :DD Though I wonder if this would change Barnaby and Howdy at all <XDD

GASP!! Nooo not my boy! He would never do a crime. XD

@jenny-the-fox

XD I think I have a couple of OCs that belong there--

(Post in question)

Oh! Thank you for the info! :DD

@candyglumboy (Post in question)

That could be an interpretation of it yeah :00 but to be totally honest, I haven't thought it all through yet..

The intention behind that comic is its showing that Eddie used to be a human. And now he's.. well. He's Eddie.

The comic was trying to show that there was someone he used to know when he was human. His sister? His mother? Someone.. He knew someone. And now that he's in the neighborhood.. she's gone. What happened to her? Who was she? Why do I miss her so much?.. Why.. am I crying? Why am I shaking?

"..What was I talking about.?"

@astaherussy

EATING THIS SCENARIO LIKE GARLIC BREAD FR!!! AAAAA JUST IMAGINE EVERYONE'S REACTIONS!!

I think the 3 of them are no strangers to bloody scenes, but that wouldn't make seeing their Octokids so hurt any easier.. <:(( Now I'm not much of a writer, and idk if this is the kind of response you were expecting.. but none the less you have inspired me! :}}

I can see them offering their services if needed, but mostly just staying out of Peso's way and letting him do his thing. when everything winds down and they're able to see each other.. it would be tough. :((

Kwazii would be in high spirits as always despite the injuries. He would proudly tell Calico Jack about how he was bravely able to fend off multiple sharks! He expected a lot of enthusiasm from his Grandad.. "..Y-Ye did great Kwazii, ye protected yer crew well. I'm real proud of ya for that.." Instead he got a more.. somber response.

With the time Kwazii has spent with the Octonauts, he's gotten a lot better at reading people. Its not hard to tell when someone is shaken. His ears are pinned back, his tail is puffed up and flicking back and fourth.. its clear that Jack isn't taking this sight well.

Kwazii would probably sit up straighter. "Hey,, Grandad I'm.. I'm alright, ye don't need to worry." He'd gently grab Jacks arm, getting his attention. "I'll be alright, this isn't a big deal! Really, I'm ok! It looks a lot worse than it actually is."

Jack might take a deep breath and nod "..I know. I know you'll be alright, lad.." His ears were still pinned back. Kwazii frowns. "..I'm alright now Grandad. This is small, trust me.." Jack would pause.. but then nod. Seeing Kwazii so beaten is hard for Jack to stomach. But Kwazii is one tough cookie.. Just like him. He knows that things will be ok. Kwazii will be ok.. They're both ok..

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When Marsh came in to see Tweak, he almost lost his composure. He knows Tweak is tough. And she's gotten hurt a lot growin up, this ain't nothin she cant handle. But gosh, this hurts. That's his little girl. It hurts so much to see her like this. She's collapsed in medbay, and has her leg all bound up in a cast.

"Pa! Heh, uh- sorry about all this. You an I were supposed to go out swimmin after that mission. I guess uh.. it'll have to wait.. heh.."

A deep breath, "Now don't chu worry bout none of that," He sat down beside her bed and pat her on the shoulder. "You just put all yer energy into gettin better. Ok? We can always go see the reef another time." His droopy ears and shaky voice wasn't helping his tough façade..

Tweaks pauses for a moment. But then offers her hand to Marsh. He takes it, confused at first.

"..I'm sorry I scared you pa.. I'll be ok.."

...Unable to reply, Marsh just nods. He sighs and wipes his tears away. Gripping Tweaks hand tighter. He sniffles, and just nods..

~~~

Natquik's meeting with Barnacles went a little smoother than the others. He is no stranger to the sight of blood. And knowing that Barnacles is tough as nails, he wasn't too worried about him.. but still. Seeing Barnacles in such a state.. it wasn't easy.

When Natquik came in, he placed a gentle paw on the bears shoulder. "Barnacles, how do you feel? Are your wounds bad..?" Barnacles' voice was gravelly and slow. He had a nasty headache after that facial injury.. "..Oh.. I'll be alright.. its nothing I.. cant recover from.."

Natquik pulls up a stool and sits beside him. "You gave me a big scare, you know. You must not do that to me! No more dangerous missions for you!" He said wagging his finger.

Barnacles chuckled. "That wasn't meant to.. be a dangerous mission. Things just.. got out of hand." Natquik nods. "Yes yes, I can see.." His tone seemed off at the end there..

"..Are you alright, Professor?" It takes Natquik a second to respond.. Seeming to think over his words. "Don't worry for me, Barnacles. I am better now that I have seen you. And you will heal fine, yes? So all is ok." His hesitation wasn't reassuring.. But he knows how Natquik is. So doesn't push it further. "Yes, despite the scene we caused.. most of these injuries are minor. We'll be.. alright." Natquik puts on a smile that cant truly be read. "That is all that matters, my friend."

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@couchwow

Thank you! :D Also OOOO CREATRURES! :DDD

@peaspods

I don't have a master post for those, no.. it would take a ton of effort for me to comb through my entire blog to compile it all so I haven't done it..

You can find all/most of that stuff under my #octonauts tag and my #deltarune tag. I hope this helps!

I did have a blue blanket for a time.. though that blanket doesn't actually exist irl-

Also man, that would take me forever to make. Bibi and the other's quilts were really small and easy to work with. I cant imagine all the time it would take for me in this state to make a full human sized quilt-

Plus I would have to draw the quilt with me whenever I draw my sona. Which would suck because then it would take longer for me to draw myself <XDD

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[paper-starz]

What would you say is the most unhealthiest coping mechanism each neighbor has for the self aware au?

OMG HIIII!! I never really thought about that, what a great question!

Barnaby- He copes with jokes but they become self-deprecating and dark after a while. Not only that, but he smokes a LOT more now. He also sleeps too much, but at least one of the neighbors could drag him outta bed!

Eddie- Toxic positivity. The poor guy just wants to see the brighter side of things, but he kinda minimizes the negative aspects. "Oh! My arm got ripped off. Oh well, guess I could lose a few pounds."

Frank- Overworking. Although it is inspiring that he and Eddie already found lots of clues about Welcome Home (and its history), Frank overworks themselves to the point of exhaustion. They are really trying to find a way out, who can blame him? He also barely eats since they are this close to figuring out EVERYTHING. Good thing Eddie's there to make them eat.

Sally- Self-criticism/perfectionism and LOTS of it. SHE's the best actress, SHE's not suppose to get caught nor make any mistakes. She beats herself up constantly, especially if she gets outta character. So, she practices in front of the mirror for HOURS, making sure that she stays in character no matter what. If she messes up, she does the entire thing over again. She barely gets any sleep because of this.

Poppy- Overthinking. She is the one that the neighbors turn to when one of them got hurt, she patches them up as best she can! But, what if they get hurt again? What if you CAN'T fix them this time? This kinds of overthinking makes her a bit of a Mother Hen, constantly watching over the other neighbors and making sure that they stay in character.

Howdy- Denial and avoidance. Poor bug-man tried flat out denying that he was self-aware. Him? In a show? Ridiculous! Of course, that denial soon went away after the first few visits with Home... then that denial turned into avoidance. He stays in his shop most of the time, making everything all nice and perfect. He's in a good mood when the other neighbors come in but as soon as good ole' Wally Darling enters his shop... he freezes. He can't move and he can't breathe and he's this close from screaming at the top of his lungs cause he can't STAND Wally being with him. The other neighbors (usually Sally) try to distract Wally while Howdy tries to pull himself together... or escape through the backdoor. He avoids Wally and Home like the PLAGUE.

Julie- Anger. Julie was never an angry girl, ever! She loved singing and dancing and having fun, but ever since she got self-aware... she got angry. How DARE Home hurt her friends! How DARE someone keep her and her friends trapped here! She gets so angry that she hurts those closest to her... Then she gets even more mad, so mad that she rips her hair out.

Wally- He has no unhealthy coping mechanisms! He doesn't even know what they are!

Home- Oh boy.... The demon house's form of 'coping' is violence. Preferably onto the neighbors. It also has some denial as it doesn't see what its doing as anything bad. It stitched Sally's mouth up because she was trying to tell Wally the truth! It's just protecting Wally! It took Eddie's eye because he accidentally slipped up again, he just needs to know that he can't make Wally upset!

[chez-cinnamon]

Time is meaningless, so just Good. How are you.

I know all the puppets' personalities are essentially the same, but they clearly don't act like children's characters anymore (like wallys fuck you to fionn in that one ask;I know it was a joke but still)

When wally watches old wh reruns, or when any of the others see any, I feel like they'd get reeeallly embarrassed. And like, identity-crisissy seeing how they were before they gained sentience

Sally (on tv): I just LOVE watching MOVIES with my FRIENDS!!! What's YOUR favorite movie???

(awkwardly long pause)

That's MY favorite, too!!!!

Regular Sally: 😐😑 what the fuck

Just some thoughts to rotate in your brain. Have a Day

Abgbgfnghf I mean you're not wrong - they keep their original personalities but as the days go on they realise they've actually changed a lot from who they were before they gained sentience...

Wally, still the friendliest neighbour you could meet and still a lover of the arts, but everything he went through changed him from a once calm and silly puppet to a tired, traumatised puppet who feels responsible for their predicament, and suffers from the betrayal of his own Home.

Barnaby still loves to tell jokes and act the sly, silly scallywag he is, but inside is an unshakeable paranoia, that he might lose his neighbours and best friend for real this time, and he doesn't want that to happen. He's already lost his mama technically, and that's bad enough!

Still joyful and playful, Julie feels skittish and restricted however, in a world that sees adults as those who have to be serious, hard money making machines, where fun is looked down upon. On top of that she has technically lost her siblings.

Frank remains knowledgable and stoic, his love for butterflies never dying, but inside he hates the sudden change. He didn't want to leave Home, he didn't want it to go; thus he is prone to meltdowns every now and then.

Eddie's heart is still of gold, still clumsy as can be yet forever well meaning, but after seeing Home's carnage, he feels kind of lost. His dear post office was ripped away from him, and his dearest Frank was nearly taken too, so he will never let Frank out of his sight, no matter how overbearing he seems.

Friendly clerk Howdy remains the fast talking, smiley caterpillar he always was, and even gets a chance to let loose in the human world, but like Eddie, he so dearly misses his little bodega, even if it nearly hurt him. He now feels responsible for Frank and Eddie's behaviour, trying to keep them in check, and oh how can dealing with Fionn grind his sanity.

Once a performer, always a performer: Sally always likes to make little plays to keep everyone happy, and will make all the foolproof plans in the world to keep them safe from any dangerous humans. However even the most skilled actress can tucker herself out with people pleasing through acting, and like Howdy, arguing with Fionn puts a toll on you.

Poppy is definitely the most careful neighbour, always looking out for her friends and being there for them always. But after travelling to a whole new world, wouldn't your nerves and worries increase tenfold? Hers certainly did, bumbling and whimpering at anything bad that might happen, feeling like a burden due to her cautious nature.

Watching their old shows brings back a sad mix of hopelessness, longing and nostalgia - they may not be able to go back, it seems, but at least they can still experience their old lives one way or another, even with the occasional embarrassment at their quirks in episodes!

[anitabighug]

❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [  ♡   ♡    ♡ ] Chapter One; The Welcome Wagon.

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Oh. Oh, dear. Wally stared out his window, pursing his lips for a brief moment before returning to his soft smile. It seemed we had a new neighbour. That wasn’t really the issue, of course. The more, the merrier! Wally loved to welcome newcomers to the area, and it had been an awfully long time since he’d had the chance. It was almost as if the ground shifted, placing a new home smack between, and behind, Frank Frankly’s overgrown home, and Barnaby’s beautifully painted abode. Of course, that wasn’t possible, and that's what he would tell his dear friends if they asked. There was simply more room between the homes than they thought there was! Not that they would– or at least, that's what he would assume before it showed up. It almost looked like a laboratory. An observatory sat perched atop what would otherwise be a modest looking home, and a greenhouse was slapped alongside it. It sat empty currently, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until their new neighbour was upon them. Truthfully, he knew science was an important endeavour, but… The idea of his dear friends getting curious… That was what was worrying him. There were only so many questions you could ask in this world before you knew too much, before you became… He shook his head, letting his undesirable thoughts fly off with it. The floorboards below him creaked with concern, and he patted the windowsill comfortingly. “I am completely fine, Home. You know I would tell you if I wasn’t.” He told the hulking structure, who creaked in protest. A laugh escaped him, dry and monotone as he turned from the window to start to head down to his front door, “I am being honest. There isn’t any problems at all. At least, not yet.” He clarified at the end, hesitating in his entryway for only a brief moment. He shook away the bad thoughts again, he needed a clear head to diagnose this issue properly. As he turned the doorknob, Home protested. The lock bolted, and home clicked some of the shutters accusingly. Ugh, he definitely didn’t need this. Wally took in a calming breath, and rubbed his thumb across the doorknob comfortingly. He could hear home’s wooden joints relaxing, and the smile returned to his eyes. It was just worried for him, he knew. It was the only one who really understood the world around them, and he was grateful for the companionship, if a little exasperated at times. “I’ll let you know how it goes as soon as I get back. Promise.” He swore, and with a click, the door swung open, and Home released him back to the neighbourhood. Wally couldn’t help but feel their lonely eyes on him as he made his way to the new home to prepare the newcomer for the welcome wagon.

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● This didn’t feel right. Your hair was too short. Were you missing fingers? No, that wasn’t possible. That would hurt, surely. And honestly, despite the deep seated feeling of something being wrong… You felt amazing. The best you’d felt in years, though you couldn’t put a finger on just why. You’d… Always been this way, right? The questions continue to stir as you sit up in your bed. It’s big; too big for one puppet. Thankfully, you’d filled the space with dozens of cushy pillows and soft blankets. Pinks, purples, and blues swirled on your bed in mismatching patterns. It felt unfamiliar, but… right. As if it was made for you, to make you feel perfectly at home. Home. That was where you had moved. Yes, it was coming back to you now. You swung your legs off of the side of the bed, knocking a few pillows to the floor in the process, and untangled yourself from the blankets. This was your first morning Home, where you’d set up your beautiful lab! Beakers and Papers and Test tubes and Experiments awaited you just past your bedroom door. This was obviously where your constant questions were coming from; You were a scientist! Of course you’d be curious! Your now free body scurries to your closet, and you fight the urge to just throw your trusty lab coat over your nightgown so you can explore more thoroughly. With much deliberation, you decide on a soft yellow sundress with a frilly white underskirt. Of course, a blue turtleneck on top finished the look. It feels comfortable on your plush purple self, and a few matching accessories catch your eye. You try to ignore them, pushing your arms through your lab coat and telling yourself that, golly, you just don’t need those where you’re going! Simple is best! A laboratory doesn’t need earrings, or bracelets, or… The cutest, frilliest little socks with little pink trim… An hour later, you are dolled up to the nines. You’ve been double checking yourself in the mirror over and over, admiring the cute little yellow pearls dangling from your ears, the delicately applied mascara, making sure your belt with its cute little flower buckle is perfectly aligned… And you finally got a good look at yourself. This body, similarly with everything in the house, felt unfamiliar, but oh-so cozy. You had a round face, and an even rounder little dewdrop nose, with periwinkle curls framing you perfectly. Luckily, the layers of clothing did well to mask your plump frame, though you couldn't do much about your legs. Everything in the closet seemed to be frilly skirts and dresses. It felt like it.. Might be okay though. You didn’t feel scared of it. Not that you… would… By the time you left this particular haze of questions, you’d already made your way downstairs. Similarly to upstairs, your new home was decorated in periwinkles and violets with glitter interspersed in the different paints. You’d gotten yourself out a cute little pink bowl and mug for your breakfast, which you were in the middle of preparing when a knock at your door pulled you from your concerning thoughts. Who… Who could that be? You didn’t know anyone yet. Maybe it was a travelling salesman. Maybe it was a bully there to laugh at you. Maybe it was– Another knock. This one was a little more insistent, as if whoever was there seemed to know that you were home. There didn’t look to be any way to get out of this one. You gather your courage, and walk to your front door. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “Good morning, Neighbour! Welcome Home.” A cheery voice rang out once the door was open, and you watch the yellow puppet’s eyes fall on you. He almost looks taken aback for a moment, but recovers quickly when you summon the courage to smile at the stranger. He seems nice, and something about his eyes… A wave of calm washes over you. This man couldn’t be a bully, he looked as if he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. “Oh! Good morning!” You respond finally, opening the door fully and letting the warm smell of pancakes waft on to the porch, “Its so nice to meet you, Mister…?” “Where are my manners? Wally. Wally Darling. And you?” He held out a hand to shake yours, and you take it eagerly. Something about the firm grip he gives you sends a spark through your head and out your ears, but you quickly shake it off to answer in turn, “Daisy DeWitt, Its a pleasure!” “Isn’t it? Just the most.” Wally gives a catlike grin at this, and peers past you into your kitchen, “... Is something burning?” Uh, yeah? Your face. But you were hoping he couldn’t see that. Your mind races, trying to come up with some sort of excuse when the distinct scent hits your nose. Oh. You were cooking. A terrified gasp escapes your lips and you scurry back inside, not bothering to close the door. It doesn’t matter what you do at this point, your pancakes are charcoal, and your coffee is ice cold. A flurry of ‘oh no’s and ‘gosh darn it’s escape you as you pour water over your nearly ruined pan, hoping somehow to save it. You hear a soft laugh next to you, and peer over as Wally clicks the burner on your stove off. You didn’t invite him in, but you’re grateful for the save from your own flustered mistakes. You only have a brief moment to wonder if you have enough supplies to make a new batch before a hand is held out to you, and Wally’s voice pulls you up from your anxious cloud. “Golly, I’m sorry for interrupting you while you were cooking. Can I make it up to you? We have the loveliest Bodega down the street, I’ll fix you up with something yummy.” He promises, and with a resigned sigh you take his hand. Well, you suppose you needed to familiarize yourself with the surrounding area eventually, though you’d hoped it was under better circumstances. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. Maybe some old man with big hair and a moustache, or some stuffy lady with thick glasses and a grumpy demeanour. Not… this. It was certainly quite the relief. You seemed harmless, clumsy even, and definitely not the catalyst for disaster as he had worried. It was enough for him to put his guard down, making small talk with you as you wandered the yellow road, and he pointed out the buildings you passed to tell you who lived where.

After introductions, and a brief breakfast filled with chattering questions about how long Howdy planned to be in his larval stage (Luckily causing the shopkeeper to bust a gut– saving you some face), your chaperone let you on your way with a cheerful wave, as he made his way back to what you assumed to be his own house, a little red cabin that you swore almost wiggled with delight upon Wally’s return. From the Bodega, you could practically see the entire neighbourhood, along with the charming denizens who made it Home. This is why it was hardly a surprise that the pink creature rushing between houses and collecting friends made a beeline for you on your way home. Luckily, the breakfast you’d finally gotten had given you the energy to put on a cheery smile when approached. “Welcome to the neighbourhood!!” The chorus chimed, and the pink one didn’t even give you a moment to breathe before she was viciously shaking your hand, practically knocking the brains right out of your head. You had to admit though– the energy was infectious. A few satisfied laughs came from the crowd in front of you, as she finally introduced herself, “Hi!!!! I’m Julie Joyful, and I’m SO excited to finally meet you!!! Your house is SO neat!!! What’s the big thing on top??? What are your hobbies??? What–” “What is your name?” Interrupted a grey puppet behind her, tutting at his friend who had clearly gotten too carried away. She flushed, but the big grin never left her face.

“Aw, Frank! You’re supposed to introduce yourself first!” She scolded gently, which he responded by rolling his eyes. The others in the group took this opportunity to scoot forwards to give you their own handshakes, and their names in turn. Barnaby stepped up first, his handshake soft and loose. Poppy didn’t really shake your hand, just gave it a single bounce and a pat on top with her other wing while she introduced herself, her smile motherly and warm. Sally didn’t even hesitate, scooping you into a big hug and lifting you off the ground. When your feet were returned to their proper place, Eddie stepped forwards with what he explained was the welcome package. A box of cookies, freshly baked, and a brochure with a map printed on the back. It was your turn, now… A glimmer of confidence rose up in you, and you just couldn’t help but be as boisterous as the townspeople in front of you. “I’m Daisy DeWitt, Scientist Extraordinaire!!!” You proclaim, and hear a chorus of ooh’s and aah’s from your audience.

Of course, this basically starts Julie’s engines all over again, and as the others disperse, she is walking you home, followed by an exasperated Frank. The questions don’t stop coming, and though he acts like he is trying to calm her down, Frank almost looks doubly interested in the answers. Luckily, all she asks are easy questions. Why is the grass green? Plant food! Why do flowers smell so pretty? To attract bees, of course! Why are apples so sweet? Um, also plant food. She seems confused by that, but you’re already back at your door, and tell her you’ll explain further another time. She seems satisfied by this answer, and tells you goodbye, dragging her friend along behind her as they scurry away for another adventure.

You thought that this would exhaust you, but honestly it just left you feeling… Warm. As if you belonged. You could get used to this. With a little rest, at least. You return into your own home, ready to kick back with a good book. Maybe something on botany, Julie seemed pretty interested in that… ( A/N: This is GENUINELY my first time posting fic ever, please be gentle! I was desperate for more content in this fandom so I’m dipping my toes. See you in chapter two maybe?? )

[simplylatte]

If you could write Wally comforting reader about a loss of a best friend (they didnt die, Its them being a traitor) that would be splendid i reals need that :(

Hes such a sweetie in you last x reader! I just couldn't resist not asking

Broken Trust

Wally Darling x Reader

Idea: After so long, after everything you've been through, tears were cried when you found out your best friend was not so friendly to you. With your trust broken like never before, you turned to Wally for some love and support. He gave you so much more.

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You thought you did everything right.

Did you do something wrong? Was there something you said? Did your best friend just not like you that much?

You were conflicted with heartbreak, anger, sadness; So many emotions rushed through you like nothing before.

Your own best friend left you behind as if you were nothing. It didn't feel real. No, it wasn't real. It can't be.

You were met with tears in your eyes after the many attempts to call your friend. They did not answer. They made it very clear, yet it was still foggy.

You couldn't control your emotions, you needed to talk to someone. So, you turned to your lover for comfort.

You were laying down on the couch, head gently pressed against Wally's lap as he softly rubbed your back. You couldn't help but cry as you told him everything that has happened.

"Oh, no.. that wasn't very nice of them. I am sorry to hear that, Neighbor."

With his other hand, he brushes his fingers on your soaked cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. He spoke softly yet quietly.

"You deserve a best friend who cares about you. You know, like Barnaby and I. Ha ha."

Wally laughed a bit. He pressed his head against yours softly. He took your hand into his with a gentle squeeze.

"But geniunely speaking, Neighbor.. A best friend does not hurt you. They are supposed to care and be there for you. Your.. 'best' friend was nothing like that."

A soft sigh escaped his lips. There was a short moment of silence before you felt a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, very much. You don't deserve to be treated like that. I.. don't understand why they're so cruel to you, Neighbor."

The heartbreak in his voice just about broke your heart even further. He really hated seeing how others were treating you, especially those who you once called friends. He geniunely believes that you deserve so much love. Because you do!

More tears fell down, it was a mixture of leftover sadness and new forming happiness from how Wally deeply loved and cared about you.

You sat up and pulled Wally in a tight embrace. Of course, you were aware he didn't know how to hug back. You thought it was adorable, the way he just fell limp in your arms with a quiet laughter.

"Ha, ha, ha! I love your hugs, Neighbor."

Wally laid his head on your shoulder with a loving sigh.

Yes, you held him for awhile. Did he mind it? Not one bit. He loved being held by you. So, you just held Wally for a good while.

It was a nice way to ease the pain.

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[cup1dt3a]

what if y/n or reader was the villain in the show welcome home puppet show and had a crush on one of the character

There was only one person who did this so far and i loved it

would the reader go easy on them or harder so no one would know

would they show concern when there crush is crying

would they stop there plans all together if they were asked by that person (only for a day maybe)

Tysm for the request and love the idea! And I’m doing this with 2 of the members in cast if that is ok because no on was specified on here and I just really want to write about Julie! Also this is fan content of welcome home that has nothing to do with the lore!

Oh to be the antagonist of this story is very “interesting”. You’re always the cause of the moral of the story on why doing whatever it was is bad. Or you just sabotage them throughout the show.

But mostly sabotaging the main character Wally Darling. Always messing up his paintings by adding yourself to the picture. Literally you just crudely draw yourself right beside him. Even going as far as to cross a few of his friends out or replace their heads with yours. While always leaving a signature evil as yours right next to his with a little heart. All over yours and his neat signature. Sometimes putting a heart around both your signatures as a way to circle them. You thought it was cute and a sweet sorry. While Wally was sometimes annoyed by this you would always cut him off before he could say anything.

Most of the time apologizing with “ I’m so so very very sor-sore- sarh- sarh-I think I’m gonna puke! SORY! I said it now you can’t be mad at me…oh geepers my tummy is all topsy turvery now I hope your happy!”

Yes for comedic purposes you could never say sorry without almost puking it was a curse and a gift.

You would always go the hardest on him. No matter where or who he was with Wally would always be your main target. He was just so much fun to mess with. Such as putting the blame on him in Howdy Pillar’s shop by stealing an apple from its once neat stand. Leaving a mess for the yellow man to have to clean up himself. As they all fall you disappear with a clever disguise. Glasses and a mustache. The perfect disguise no one can recognize you! Well kinda? Howdy and Frank always know it’s you and you have no idea how. You fooled Julie and Barnaby with it. Even Wally you think? So how are they exposing you like that!?

For anyone else maybe a few pranks here and there but Wally oh dear sweet Wally will always be victim to your harshest pranks.

But Wally was also the only person you ever listened to that made you stop your devious plans all together. One little “ No, not today Neighbor.” And you’re done for. Fully defeated, and devastated that your plans were cancelled. Not really to be honest you could always do them next time.

Crying. Is something you’d never really try to make anyone do. Really it’s all harmless fun until someone gets hurt. And if Wally do happened to get hurt or start crying your the one who is literally comforting him. Pulling out tons of tissues from your pocket. Panicking over the fact that you made him cry. So you’ll disappear for a few days and go very and almost too easy in everyone especially Wally for once.

You were once again in your unnoticeable disguise. The same one you always wore as you walked around the colorful road of the neighborhood to find Wally. You the came upon the man asking what to paint. Excitedly rushing over onto his shoulder.

“ I think you should paint me~!” you announced dramatically catching the blue haired man off guard.

“ Sure neighbor.” He said gaining his composure now catching you off guard.

Now this was a surprise as you blushed. You quirked your eyebrow at his calmness and to the fact that he willingly without hesitation said he would paint you.

“ Fine then…stranger! Paint me as if I’m the most amazing person in the world! Because I am!” You proclaimed in a dramatic pose.

“ Whatever you say ___.” He said with a sigh as he started to paint catching you fully off guard.

You panicked declaring an answer on how he knew it was you.

“ You use the same disguise and put a different mustache on every time you’re doing something no good.” He said as you huffed.

You thought no one would notice especially with the purple mustache. Come on it was purple and very long and pointy too. And you even got different shoes. This is so unbelievable the nerve of that pretty man!

To be the antagonist of the story and have Julie as your main “victim” is the hardest thing ever. She always laughs and says “ Oh neighbor you’re so silly!” or “ Can you teach me how to do that!?” and even “ Hear let me help you I know an easier way to do that.”

She is too nice to you. She even laughs when you’re doing your evil laugh too! It throws your whole vibe off! You’re supposed to be the evil villain that strikes fear and misery. Not the joke of a villian with some stupidly adorable blonde who always helps and complements you! No she’s supposed to fear you not hug you right after you just tripped over falling face first from your epic exit!

With Julie you go harder on her than anyone else! Not because you like her no it’s because you hate that she is supper nice and supportive; She’s always trying to help you become a better person and…she needs to be stopped. Julie is always thought rushed away from you when Frank is near. The man pulls her away as she tells you “ Bye ___! Hope you have a good day!”

“ Guys I think they just need a chance!” She’ll say while being told “ THEY JUST TRIED TO TRICK HOWDY INTO GIVING THEM OWNER SHIP OF HIS OWN SHOP!”

Making Julie cry is the worst thing you could ever do. Literally if you’re the reason she cried or because you ran into the always happy blonde crying you better give her a hug. It’s technically illegal not to. She is just a ball of pure sunshine that is too nice. If you don’t hug or try to comfort her you’re a heartless monster at that point. But if you are the reason she cried because of you. Do not show your face for a few days. Never show your face again you monster!

“ Hey Julie….Um so I’m sorry about what happened yesterday… I brought you flowers.” You sighed as you handed her the huge bouquet of all her favorite flowers.

“Listen I swear I didn’t mean to ruin that feild of flowers…my Poison-inator3000 somehow malfunction and-“ “ Oh Neighbor! You’re the best!” She gasped hugging you around the neck with a loving squeeze.

She happily smiled at you as you just stood in show with the bouquet still in your hands. You slowly hugged her unsure how to huge her in your akward position and mental state. The sweet blonde is hugging you. Repeat the sweet adorable blonde is hugging you.

Sorry for the wait I’ve been busy recently. So expect me to post more often! Hope you’re all doing well or things are getting better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a💕

[marigolddove]

This Love Hurts Us

💔 Lovesick!Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: Possessive Behavior/Obsessive Behavior

Characters: Wally, Poppy, Howdy, Barnaby, Sally, Frank, Eddie and Julie all belong to Clown.

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     When the symptoms first showed, you had noticed it almost immediately, and so did a few of the others; namely Frank, Julie and Poppy.

     Wally had grown more attached to you than before, which no one knew that was even possible, and oftentimes would grow visibly nervous and irritable when you and he weren't touching. Then came the begging, he would plead and damn near cry for you to spend the night with him at your home or his, he didn't care! He also didn't want you to spend time with anyone else anymore he needed you so badly it was hurting him, you remember him gripping your wrists so tight it stung as he looked into your eyes and told you how much it hurt.

     The next day, Home locked him inside, you remember that day because you had intended on seeing Wally that morning at his home to make sure he was feeling better after the heartbreaking news he had shared the night before. You had felt awful denying him, but you didn't feel comfortable sharing a space with him, not only because of your crush on him but because of the intensity of his claims. It had been too sudden, you never thought he could ever feel the same, but suddenly he did and it felt…wrong. So very wrong.

     That morning, you made your way to Wally's home, but every step you took made your heart feel heavy and something in the back of your mind told you to turn around; but you ignored it and soon you were on Home's front porch, hand raised ready to knock. It seemed off to you that all of the shutters were closed and that home did not greet you as they normally would. 

     You ignored all signs of something being off and knocked, and soon after you flinched at the sound of a thump against the door, it almost sounded like something barreled into the door; then the door knob eerily turned, and turned and shook but the door didn't budge.

     Suddenly, "Neighbor," Wally called from inside, his voice didn't sound like him at all, he sounded hoarse and so sad, "Neighbor, is that you? Oh please…please say it's you, I need to hear you. I-I need to see you."

     "Yes, it's me Wally, are you alright? What's going on, why is the door locked and all the shutters are closed too?"

     "Oh Neighbor," Wally purred from behind the door, his voice muffled, "You're worried about me, you're just so sweet, I love that about you." Your heart flips at his confession.

     "I missed you all night you know, it was so mean not to spend the night with me, so so mean. Even after I told you how much I hurt for you, but I can't be angry with you, because I love you so much." He's rambling now, and each word causes butterflies in your stomach but also a chill down your spine, "I was going to go see you last night because it hurt so bad, I couldn't wait for morning to come, I'm sorry if that sounds scary."

     "Why didn't you?" You breathed, unsure whether he would hear you. He did.

     "I was so close to getting out of here, but Home beat me to it–" suddenly there was a bang against the door, Wally must have hit the door, "They locked me inside, cut me off, I don't know why!" The door knob jiggled as Wally continued to try and open the door, something about the sudden irritation and aggression in his tone made you step back further from the door. 

     As if he knew he startled you, his tone became very soft, almost like talking to a kitten, "Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry my heart, my love, my darling." The use of his surname as an endearment in reference to you made your heart flip once more and caught you off guard, "I hate that you have to s–hear me like this, but not seeing you is making me a little…crazy." 

     "I see that now." You say, not really knowing what else to say to that, "Wally I'm going to go get Frank or Howdy, they might know what to do for you I'll be–" 

     "NO!" Wally's desperate shout stopped you in your tracks.

     The knobs begins to jiggle again, a bit quicker and more frantic, it causes a panic to begin to bubble in your stomach.

     "Wally, I can't help you, you need medicine or something, not me."

     "No, no, no no you can help me, you can! You are, right now I swear! I need you, not medicine, please don't leave me here, please Y/N don't leave!" The panic in his voice and the shaking of the door and the knob caused the panic growing inside you to implode, suddenly without warning you ran. You ran hard and fast, hearing Wally's cries behind you, you didn't even know where you were running; and then you collided with someone.

     You let out a yelp and two large fuzzy paws reached out to grab your shoulders, saving you from a nasty fall. Looking up you find that you've run straight into Barnaby, he looks down at you worried and confused by your shaking and heavy breathing.

     "Whoa there, little buddy, what's got you in a rush?" You don't answer, you just throw your arms around Barnaby as best you can and sob into his fuzzy fur.

     He lets you do this until you've calmed down enough to hiccup out an explanation, it's quick and confusing for him at first, you have to repeat yourself quite a bit until he understands the situation. Once he understood, he took you to Poppy's home and gave her a brief explanation before leaving you in her care until he returned.

     You don't know what happened to Barnaby when he went to visit Wally, but whatever it was seemed to turn his usual goofy demeanor into a sullen one.

     You remember Barnaby making you promise not to go see Wally or call him, even after what had happened the idea of cutting Wally off upset you, and you tried to argue; but the seriousness of Barnaby's stare made you hesitate and in the end you did promise. 

     For a few days everyone, except you, still tried to call and visit him, no one ever told you what was said during those calls and visits, but whatever happened caused everyone to stop. 

     It wasn't that your friends had stopped loving him or didn't care about him, but based on what little you were told they were afraid of him and his sickness; and most importantly they couldn't handle the pain of seeing him as he is now. 

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     The first time Wally called you after the sickness completely changed him, it had felt like someone ripped out your heart, threw it into the street and stomped on it again and again without mercy.

     The call came one week after home took it upon themselves to quarantine and isolate him from you and the others. One week since you'd last heard his voice.

     It had been the middle of the night, ever since your last conversation with Wally you had been staying up later and later at night. Sleep didn't come easily anymore, and when you did sleep you had nightmares about him. You could still hear his voice crying out to you, for you, so scared and in pain.

     You were lying wide awake in bed holding back tears as you remembered all the sweet memories you shared with Wally and everyone and wondered if you would ever get to make more; when suddenly you were interrupted by the shrill sound of your telephone ringing downstairs. 

     'Who could be calling me at this hour?' You wondered to yourself, a part of you was afraid of the answer, but nevertheless you made your way downstairs to the phone. Hesitating briefly before picking it up and placing the receiver to your ear.

     There was breathing on the other end, but no one spoke.

     "Hello?" You timidly called out, wondering if the caller knew you picked up the phone or not.

     The caller gasped in response before speaking in such a pitifully sad tone, "Neighbor?" Dejavu hit you like a sack of potatoes, "Oh, oh neighbor–" his voice cracked, cutting himself off, a short sob came from his end and your heart sank.

     "I've missed you so much, I-I didn't think y-you would pick up." He spoke between choked sobs, "I never tho-ought I'd see you o-or hear you again!" 

     You didn't respond, how do you respond to this?

     He continued, "Please, please don't go away again. I'll be good, I promise! Just speak to me again, you can say anything! Anything! No one has come to see me, I said horrible, nasty things to them; but I didn't mean them! I just needed you, I need you still, so please don't go again, please!" His crying turned into pleading and desperation, his voice raising in pitch and intensity as he spoke. He didn't even seem to take a breath.

     "Whoa, Wally–sweetie, please take a breath and calm down." He whined at your term of endearment, it caused your heart to flutter and crack at the same time, how long had he been like this? So desperate and alone? 

     "I'm-I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, Y/N. I don't want to feel this way, I want to love you but I don't want it to feel like this." He whimpers and squeaks a little at he tries not to cry again, "Loving you before was so much easier, now it just hurts all the time. Please make it not hurt, please I just need to see you, to feel you and hold you; it makes the pain go away." He's confessing that he loved you before?

     "Wally, please, calm down, you don't know what you're saying. This isn't you, you're sick, so very sick. I promised I wouldn't go see you–"

     "Who did you promise?" His ability to change his tone so swiftly left you dizzy and a little frightened. He sounded so serious and…dangerous, compared to his whiney bittersweet tone before.

     Feeling like you said something wrong you try to back peddle, "I-no one, just myself." You lied.

     "Who was it? Julie? Howdy? Frank?" He wasn't buying it.

     "No one! I promised myself, only me!" You stood your ground.

     "Alright then, if you say so my dear. I don't want to upset you." His tone was still scary, you didn't like this new Wally, he was unpredictable and frightening. You could tell he still didn't believe you.

     "Well a promise to yourself isn't too binding, right? You could always just break it and come see me anyway, no one would be offended by it. I think I need you more than you need to keep a promise to yourself, don't you think?" He spoke darkly, he definitely did not believe you, he was trying to get a rise out of you. You wouldn't take this, even if you do love him and know this isn't like him at all.

     "Well I think it's important, there was a time when you would have too." You said, irritation clear in your tone. 

     Everything went silent, and just as quick as before his tone changed, now soft and sweet.

     "Oh, y/n, you're right. How silly of me, so silly, anything that's important to you is important to me my darling." He cooed in your ear through the receiver, causing a shiver, you were glad he couldn't see you now as your face flushed.

     "Oh how I wish I could hold you, I do hope you'll change your mind about seeing me soon. I'm just not the same anymore without you, but for now hearing your voice is enough. Please, just speak to me, about anything and everything." His voice sounded so dreamy, you wondered what he was doing now, was he sitting in his favorite chair playing with the phone cord? Leaning against a wall as he stared at nothing at all, dreaming of you? Your face flushed even deeper at the thought. 

     "Well…" and so you complied with his request, going on about this and that, any hobbies you'd taken up or any mishaps that may have occured while he was absent; all while he seemed to listen intently, only very abruptly responding to something you'd said, as if he didn't want to hear his own voice for long. This went on for maybe an hour or more until suddenly your story about Frank accidentally catching Sally in his net the other day is interrupted by your own yawning.

     You both remain silent after the yawn, a bit of tension in the air now. 

     "Are you tired, neighbor?" Wally asks very calmly.

     "A little bit" you admit nervously, worried how he might react to you falling asleep or leaving him to go to bed.

     "I see." 

     "Um–"

     "Can you take your phone to bed?" 

     "N-no, it's too far, and I can't take it to the couch either." 

     "You can pull up a chair or move the couch closer to the phone can't you?" Was he really suggesting you stay on the phone with him until you pass out?! Maybe before the idea would've thrilled you, to be so desired by him, but in reality it's a little suffocating. 

     "Now, Wally," you start, but he interrupts.

     "I don't want you to go. You can't go." His voice is deeply serious, but there's a hint of doubt and nerves.  

     "Wally," you start again, just as serious, "I promise you we can talk again, but only after–" 

     "NO!" There he goes again, "No no no you can't do this to me again! Don't you understand?! I'm telling you I hurt, why do you want me to hurt?!"

     "Wally–" "No." 

     "Wal–" "I can't wait for you again!" 

     His shouting is the final straw, panic builds up inside you again and in response you slam the phone down onto the receiver. Staring down at it in disbelief. 

     Suddenly, the phone rings again, causing you to flinch and yelp. You pick it up, but immediately slam it down again before picking it up and placing the phone down on the table next to its body. He couldn't call you anymore, not until you put it back properly.

     Your weariness and sleep deprivation pile onto your broken heart and you sink to the floor and weep.

[nearest-dearest]

The Waltz

“1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3! Keep it up everyone! You’re doing great!” Sally cheered her neighbors on. Seems like with every action, their dancing has improved overnight. All except you, the one in charge of playing the music on the piano “Are you sure you don’t want to dance (Y/n)?”

Sally asked, probably for the fifth time today, and again, you always answer the same words.

“I’m fine with-it Sally, besides I like playing the piano.”

“If you say so.” Sally then went back to counting the beat and you went back to playing the moon waltz. Unaware of the pair of eyes watching you create elegant rhythm. Instead, you’re paying attention to the way your neighbors dance the waltz. Until the sun went down that is. After Sally congratulated everyone for a job well done, the entire neighborhood went back home. Everyone but you, tonight is rather lovely. It’d be a waste to sleep it away. A nighttime walk sounds nice. Besides, this neighborhood is also the safest place you’ve lived in. Beats getting chased around by paintings that’s for sure.

The walk stays in the neighborhood path, the forest is off limits and there’s only so much a flashlight could do for you. You passed by Barnaby’s house, then to Howdy’s shop and then Eddie’s post office. All the lights are out, signifying that the residents must be fast asleep.

“(Y/n)?”

You looked up and saw someone was also a night owl at this moment.

“Hey Wally, why are you up this late?”

It was Wally, sitting outside his house with his back resting on the door. He was holding a sketchbook and he was in his pajamas. Suggesting that he got ready to turn in for the night.

“I could ask you the same thing neighbor. Couldn’t sleep again I assume?”

You shook your head “No, not really. I just thought it’s such a lovely night, why not admire it with a calm stroll. Wanna come?”

“Hm, I guess it could help clear my head.”

There’s no need to talk during the walk, sometimes just the presence of a friend is enough to feel fulfilled. The walk relied on the night ambience to fill in the silence, until Wally broke that silence.

“So, how was the waltz with Sally?”

“Oh, it was fun! I’m not sure about Frank though, he was mostly red the entire time he was dancing.

“His dance partner was Eddie Dear right?”

“Yep!”

That explains it.

“What about you (Y/n)? Did you enjoy the waltz?”

“Of course, I did! I get the chance to play the piano.”

Wally chuckles “No, I meant did you enjoy dancing the waltz as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t really dance. There were no more partners and Sally needed someone to play the piano.”

“I see, but did you want to dance?”

(Y/n) looked around her, as if trying to see if anyone else is listening, but Wally can assure you that it’s just the two of them tonight down the neighborhood path. Then (Y/n) gestured for Wally to come closer, you wanted to whisper something to Wally. When Wally got closer, you revealed why you wanted to speak about this like it’s a secret.

“To be honest, I wanted to dance. But I’m afraid to step on someone’s foot.”

Ah, so it’s a fear of failure problem. You were afraid to hurt one of your friends and make a fool out of yourself. Weighing the choices in your head until you decide to save others and yourself.

“Hm, how would you feel like dancing now?” Wally stopped his steps and you followed, turning to Wally with a look of surprise.

“Dance? Right now?”

“Why not? There’s nobody around, and I wouldn’t mind it if you step on my feet.”

“Oh, I could never.”

“Please (Y/n).” Wally held out a hand for you to take.

“May I have this dance?”

You didn’t need a mirror to know that you probably looked red, and you’re glad that Wally won’t be able to see it. But what you can see is the vibrant red string still tied to his finger. He really was serious about not taking it off. . . You took a deep breath, and accepted Wally’s offer to dance. Getting into position, you began to dance. And my goodness is Wally good! He’s the one taking the lead but doesn’t feel like he’s dragging you everywhere. He takes his time to let you catch up, and with his patience, you manage to find the rhythm Sally was counting on during practice. Now you’re both in sync, as for the music, you supplied by humming the tune you were playing on the piano. That made dancing way easier. You don’t know how long you and Wally have been dancing, but it feels like an eternity of just swaying and stepping into the beat and then staring into each other’s eyes.

The dance continued for a few more series of turns and spins, and as for the finally. Wally threw you in the air, only to catch you bridal style, give a little spin, and set you down the ground while the hands that had the red string remained connected with each other.

By the end of it, you and Wally were taking deep breaths from that intense dance. And from the sudden clapping from behind you. You and Wally turned behind you and saw that the entire neighborhood together, clapping their hands and cheering the two on. Sally’s were glowing with pride, Julie is cheering like she won her favorite game, Barnaby is just happy to see his friend show such talent. As for Howdy, Eddie, Frank and Poppy they all clapped while struggling to stay awake.

Your face was redder than ever, you didn’t even want to look at Wally. But curiosity killed the cat, and you looked over to him. Seeing a little red dust on his cheeks as he smiled at you.

Maybe this really is a very lovely night indeed.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ayyy im back with another Unedited human au snippet <3 it's almost entirely dialogue oopsies <3

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Eddie slows in putting his coat on - Barnaby isn’t sticking around to chat with fellow staff like usual. He’s in a rush, scrambling to grab his jacket and hurrying from behind the bar. He dashes through the door, looking like a man on a mission.

The door Mr. Frankly had just vanished through. 

Could he be…? No, Barnaby seems like a good man. But he had seemed a little pushy with Mr. Frankly, from what Eddie could tell. 

It couldn’t hurt to make sure.

Eddie frowns deeply as he goes outside, wincing slightly at the first burst of cold air after hours spent in a warm building. He’s just in time to see Barnaby jog up behind Frankly and close his car door before he can get in. Barnaby immediately leans against the door with his arms crossed, pinning it shut and blocking Frankly from the driver’s seat.

Eddie’s stomach plummets. Before he knows it, he’s speed-walking across the parking lot towards them, a fire burning in his chest and his hands curled into fists.

Frankly says something loud enough that Eddie can almost hear, his voice echoing in the empty lot. As Eddie watches, Barnaby pokes Frankly’s chest, making him stagger back a step.

“Hey!” Eddie barks. 

Both of them jump and whip around - Barnaby’s eyebrows shoot into his hair, while Frankly’s lowers into a flat line. 

“Eddie?” Barnaby says.

At the same time, Frankly says, “Mr. Dear?”

The two of them look at each other in surprise. Eddie pays the exchange no mind. He stops by Frankly, trying to slightly angle himself in front of him without making it too obvious.

“Is everything all right here?” he asks, looking Barnaby up and down. He really hopes this won’t come to blows - Eddie can throw a punch well enough, but Barnaby is an imposing figure. Eddie already knows he’d likely lose, but as long as he can buy Frankly a couple extra seconds…

“No, actually, everything is not fine,” Frankly says in a ticked-off - and strangely scolding - tone. 

Barnaby, not breaking eye-contact with Frankly, counters with, “Everything’s peachy, Ed.”

“You sure about that?” Eddie asks, trying to keep his tone amicable. 

“Scout’s honor.”

“Please,” Frankly scoffs, “you were never a boy scout. And that’s not the point - I am trying to get home!”

“You are trying to die in the most avoidable way possible.”

Eddie shoots Frankly a concerned look. “You’re what?”

“I am perfectly sober,” Frankly says.

Barnaby raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Your face is flushed.”

“It is not!”

Eddie winces. “It, uh, it is. A little.”

“It’s none of your business,” Frankly seethes. 

“Listen,” Barnaby sighs. He leans heavier against the car and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna be the one 'ta call Julie and deliver the news that her beloved Frankie went and got himself killed at the taco bell intersection.”

Frankly makes a high and derisive noise. “Excuse you, I have class. I’d die outside of Howdy’s.”

“Please, he’d turn your memorial into part of the gift shop. I can already see the signs - ‘dead friend sale, five percent off!’”

“I’m worth at least thirty percent.”

Eddie clears his throat and gestures between the two of them. “You two… know each other?”

“Unfortunately,” Frankly mutters.

Barnaby grins. “Aw, you’re just saying that. It’s okay - I know ya love me, Frankie. You don’t have to say it.”

“I do not.”

“I have evidence that proves otherwise.”

Frankly rolls his eyes. “You’re unbearable.”

“And yet…”

Eddie heaves a sigh - of relief or exhaustion, he’s not sure - and drags a hand over his face. “Alright. Good, I - good to know.”

“What, did’ja think I was attacking him?” After a moment of prolonged, awkward silence, Barnaby’s teasing smile drops. “Oh. You did.”

“Barnaby? Attack me?” Frankly snorts. “Give him some credit - he’s smarter than he looks.”

“Yeah, I’d have better chances taking on a pack’a hyenas!” Barnaby lets out a hearty cackle. “At least then we’d all get a laugh out of it!”

“So I misjudged the situation pretty terribly,” Eddie says, inching to the side to give Frankly his personal space back. “My apologies.”

“Don’t sweat it, Ed. I know Frank may look like a bundle of sticks, but he’s petrified wood all the way through! Pure stone, you know.” Barnaby grins and leans towards Eddie. He whispers conspiratorially, “‘Cept when it comes to holdin’ his liquor. Then he’s a total lightweight.”

“Barnaby,” Frankly hisses.

“Practically paper!”

“That’s enough, thank you!” Frankly makes an attempt at shoving Barnaby away from the car door, but Barnaby widens his stance. It’s like watching someone try to move a tree.

“See, this is how I know he shouldn’t be driving,” Barnaby says conversationally to Eddie. “If he were sober, I’d be the one drunk - punch-drunk, that is.”

Eddie isn’t sure whether or not he should laugh - was that a joke? Barnaby seems fond of them, but… surely Frankly isn’t a violent person. Frankly lets out a growl of frustration and clumsily tries to bodyslam Barnaby. Eddie inches back a step.

“Alright Frankie, you had your fun.” Barnaby scruffs Frankly like a misbehaving cat and holds him at arm's length. He holds out a hand. “C’mon. Keys.”

“Never.”

“Have it your way. I’ll go ahead and call Poppy, tell her that you’ve forgotten the many dangers of-”

“Oh, fine,” Frankly spits. He yanks his keys out of his pocket and slaps them into Barnaby’s waiting hand. 

Barnaby flicks the keys as Frankly stalks to the passenger side door and yanks it open. “Choose a place for dinner, we’ll swing by and pick it up - my treat.”

“Obviously your treat,” Frankly grumbles. “As if I’d-”

The slam of his door cuts off whatever he says next, though Eddie can see him still talking in the car. His phone screen illuminates his irritated expression as he - presumably - looks up places for takeout. 

“Well, I’m glad you were here to stop him from doin’ somethin’ everyone would regret,” Eddie says. “Mr. Frankly-” 

“Mr. Frankly?” Barnaby snorts. “You’re not one of his students, are ya?”

“I’m just bein’ polite. He set the tone by referrin’ to me by Mr. Dear, so I’m tryin’ to respect that line in the sand.”

Barnaby shakes his head, grinning. “Just call him Frank. He puts up a big show of bein' a grouch, but he’s really a big softie. Though don’t - don’t try to pick a fight with him. Ever. You’ll lose.”

“Wasn’t plannin' on it.” Eddie makes a mental note to keep calling him Mr. Frankly, just to be on the safe side. It’s not like they’re friends, anyway. More like… acquaintances. Occasional Run-Into-Each-Other strangers. 

[annaberunoyume]

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

MY VERY FIRST WELCOME HOME FANFIC! I hope you enjoy! 😁

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

(Sequel: https://www.tumblr.com/annaberunoyume/714038926701101056/sleepy-tight-hugs-in-the-night-nagawally?source=share)

It had started small. In the Neighbourhood, Wally was his usual, cheery self. Only, this morning, his legs seemed more sluggish than usual. They seemed like they did not want to obey Wally and would rather stay in bed. And they felt rather warm. Wally still went about his day.

Later on, when Julie told a particularly good joke, Wally chuckled, but for some reason, he lisped. Almost like a hiss. Perhaps was it an abscess or a button on the tongue. Odd...Wally did not feel anything in his mouth.

In the late afternoon, when the sun was slowly beginning to fade, he was dreaming about his secret crush, Y/N. The mere thought of them made Wally drift into amorous thoughts and utterly forget Barnaby in front of him... His reveries were so powerful that rings of colours seems to filter through his eyes...

''Wally? Wally? What are....yooou...dooo...?''

''Huh, what is it, Barnaby? Barnaby?''

Wally looked, incredulous. Barnaby was still as a statue, arms sagged on each side of his torso and his mouth ajar. But that wasn't the surprise. The surprise was...those rings of green, dark green, purple, yellow and some shades of orange. Round and round like a carrousel. Wally began to feel afraid...

''Barnaby....Barnaby! Please, wake up!'', he waved his hand before him,

But the tall, chunky dog did not stir. Wally shook his shoulders, nothing. Wally even gently slapped his cheeks, nothing. Panic started to creep in. But then...His legs felt like over-cooked noodles. He collapsed. Panting, Wally looked down. Since he was wearing shorts (for the hot day), he could see, to his fright, his legs being slowly but steadily covered in the same coloured stripes he saw in Barnaby's eyes. And try as he might, he could not get up, it was as if his legs were lead. With colossal willpower and adrenaline, he managed to limp his way, towards Home...

(TIMESKIP)

Y/N was quietly reading a book when their (favourite colour) telephone rang. They picked up.

''Hello?''

''Oh, thank Henson! I need your help, dear!'', a barely composed, familiar voice, answered. Y/N smirked at how Wally was ever so polite, even in crisis.

''What's the matter, Wally?''

''It's...It's my legs! They hurt and I can't move them!'', they could hear Home creak, squeak and bang in alarm.

Y/N gasped, ''Say no more, I'm on my way! Hang on!'', they slammed the telephone and dashed like the wind towards Wally's Home...

(A LITTLE LATER)

Y/N knocked.

''Wally? (knock knock) Are you in here?'', for an answer, Home opened herself to Y/N. As soon as they were inside, they were shocked to see Home protectively craddling Wally in her goo. Said goo wrapped around his legs... They gently approach the curled up yellow puppet man and gently stroked his shoulder.

Wally looked up, in tears, ''What's the matter with me? They hurt so much...They're burning and stretching....Help me....'' he said miserably.

''Will you let me see it?''

He nodded. Home gently lifted a tad her gooey, dark veil...And to Y/N's stupor...Wally's legs were shortless, melted together, with stripes of many colours, like the legs of an unfortunate wax doll left in the sun. Wally's breath quivered and he sniffed.

''P-Please, Y/N...Make it stop...''

''I don't know how....But...It seems to be growing...into a tail...'', unsured of what to do, Y/N gently ran her left hand in Wally's thick, blue hair, shushing him. The tearful puppet man wrapped his right hand around Y/N's left cheek and sniffed, closing his eyes and nestling his nose into their neck...He tried to calm his breathing and found that it lessen the pain, the calmer he was.

Meanwhile, the legs kept gently growing like a thick vine, creaking and making an almost boiling sound...Getting longer...and longer...and longer...Its stripes glowed darker in its colours and neatly settled for bright, warm cozy hues....Wally breathed in and out...In...And out...In...And out...enjoying, despite himself, the sweet fragrant of Y/N.

''Ssssh...Breathe,Wally...Breathe...You're safe...I'm here...Sssh...''

'' (Breathy, calm sigh)''

Wally couldn't help but smile, despite his predicament. His crush was here and he had never been closer to them. He was so grateful to them for coming so quickly...And holding him and soothing him...He hummed and slowly opened his eyes...

''Hum, Wally?''

''Yes, dear?''

''Your...Your eeyes...'', Y/N felt their mind melting like ice-cream. They still managed to take their pocket mirror and open it for him. He gasped. In his eyes danced rings of many enthralling warm hues...Like a kaleidoscope. He touched his cheeks...How could he stop it? Wait...Was it these that froze Barnaby?

''How...What?...''

Y/N shook their head, awake again. Thankfully, somehow Wally's eyes returned to normal.

''I think I know what happened to you. By some magic, you turned into a naga.''

''Naga?''

''Half man, half snake. And it seems you can hypnotize, too. Good thing I had my mirror handy.''

Wally's mouth was ajar. So...he was stuck like this? And he would enchant his friends like this, forevermore? He suddenly realised what that entailed...He sighed, shuddering and burried his head into his arms, tail huddling close to his frame.

''I don't want to be a naga. What will I do, what will become of me?'', he sniffed.

''I wish I knew, Wally...'', but then, Y/N brightened a little, ''But, you know...I've always loved nagas.''

''You have?''

''Yes...And now that I look...'' they said, getting up and walking a few steps to admire it, ''These colours really suits you.''

Wally dried his eyes and began to smile. It did look pretty, like his painting palette. He lowered his hands on the floor and pushed himself up. Amazingly, his tail did not feel like lead and did not ache anymore. It was big, but agile. He was up, again! He experienced and was in wonder at how easily it moved to his liking. He even chuckled with a hiss.

''And besides, perhaps you can learn to control your eyes.''

Wally nodded, still focused on his tail, ''And I bet this tail gives the best hugs...'', his smile suddenly turned devious, ''Huh? What are you-'', started Y/N, but they were caught by coils and lifted in the air.

''Hahaha, gotcha!'', he said in a mock-evil voice, but then realised what he did, blushing.

''Ah-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-''

''Ah, no, it's okay, your tail is in fact pretty comfy.'' reassured Y/N. They hummed and nuzzled it.

''Almost like plush.''

Wally gasped quietly, his cheeks now reddish-orange. They...they complimented him...And they hugged him...He felt...He felt...

''Wally?...You okay?''

Wally said nothing, but gently, gently lowered them to their eye level...He smiled shyly at them and gently tightened his tail around their body...Like a warm hug...

''Are you keeping me safe? Am I your treasure?'', cooed Y/N, understanding Wally's feelings immediatly.

''Yesss...'', his eyes half-closed dreamily, ''I wanted to confess it to you...'' , his yellow lips ghosted Y/N's...

''For ssso long...''

They finally shared a kiss. He stroked their cheeks tenderly and coiled around them even more...

Home had to contain a creak of fangirling...Then she purposely closed her eyes to let you two be...

THE END

GIF above found here: http://clipart-library.com/clipart/AcbrpXjgi.htm

[walli3darl1ng]

howdy there Neighbour!!

Can I request the Welcome home ppl reacting to a half cybertronian(transformers) half human reader?

Like!! The reader comes through into the welcome home by accident due to their travelling device not functioning properly! I'd love to see their reactions!!@ but Frank also questioning what even is the reader species might be funni

Hello neighbor!! <3

Thank you for requesting! I’ll try my best. Also you’ll be so cool to them!

Also look at me go! Posting twice😭

It was a sunny afternoon with the welcome home neighborhood and they were having their weekly picnic just up the hill.

Everyone was playing and having fun when the sky got darker and the clouds got grayer, swirling around in the middle.

“What’s happening?” Julie asks in fear as she covers herself from the strong winds, clinging to Barnaby.

As they all hold onto each other they see what looks like a ball of light shoot from the center of the black hole and fall down a little deeper in the woods. This caught most of the crew’s attention and out of all Eddie was the first to take action and run over to where it landed.

“Eddie?!”

“Wait for us!”

“Hurry, guys!”

And off they went to see that fell from the sky! Was it aliens? Monsters?! No, it was you getting off your little pod.

You are gears and metal wires but you’re human shape? And your face is human enough. What could you be? And what are you doing here?

You groan and shake your head, lifting your robotic arm and clicking a button to show a hologram of a map. “No signal? That’s not possible.” You mumbled.

The soft neighborhood glance at each other before Barnaby stepped on a branch causing it to snap loudly. “Barnaby! You’re gonna scare them off!”

“Im sorry it was an accident!”

“Julie I think you’ll scare them away with that yelling.” Wally cuts in while holding two bush branches on either side of his head to keep him hidden. Very poorly but it’s the thought the counts.

“That’s mean, Wally! I’m telling Home!”

“Tell them. All I have to do is sing to them-“

“Uh, guys, this is not the time-“

“Hello?” Frank was Interrupted by your smooth voice and turns to see you’re now in front of them with a small, amusing smile.

Up close you do look human but looking at your arms and fingers they can tell it’s robotic. With ball joints and moving gears when you lift your hand to wave at them. “Hi..”

Julie, Barnaby and Sally were the first ones to inspect you from head to toe, vocalizing their interest of your unique appearance. As well as looking at your little home pod. “Oh! Careful, I don’t want you to get hurt!” You’ll say as you see them climbing on the pod then giggling when poppy scolds them and makes them get off.

Howdy is amazed when you transformed and added a new arm to help you take the pod off the ground. He’s not the only one with more then two arms! He doesn’t feel as lonely.

Eddie and Frank are both curious and fearful. It’s cool that you can do all this stuff and seeing their friends gush over you is adorable they just don’t knew what you are exactly. Are you human? Robot? Both? That now want to take as much information of you and your kind; speaking of, are there more of you? Do you have family?

Poppy is afraid the trio will break you! You look so durable yet so fragile? Like you’ll break easily. She thinks your nice since you’re keeping the trio occupied with a video of dancing fruits on a hologram screen.

Wally is just a curious and cautious kitty. His eyes are wide with wonder right now. Especially seeing the dancing fruits. He saw and apple and lost it.

Turns out you were on your way home but the portal was built incorrectly and sent you here. So all you have to do is take it down and built it again. But that would take months and you’ll need to charge up before putting your motherboard through that.

For the meantime,

Welcome home.

[fluffypandabun]

Hi, um, I was wondering if I could request 14 and 19 with lee!Wally and ler!Barnaby? They're taking over my brain rn

You're doing this community a great service with your Welcome Home fics

"Ohohoho" Barnaby chuckled lowly, looking over at the grinning yellow puppet who just had the absolute audacity to throw a pillow directly at his face, knocking his pipe askew and sending it to the ground. "Kid, I'll make you regret that." Wally huffed, rolling his eyes and brandishing another soft feather-filled pillow like a weapon. He stuck out his tongue, blowing a quick raspberry in the blue dog puppet's direction. "Come at me, I dare you."

Barnaby stood up.

Instantly Wally's eyes widened in surprise, letting out a squeak as the larger puppet started to approach him. Every bit of cocky confidence seemed to leave his body in an instant.

"W-Wait! Barnaby! I-I asked you nicely to stop smoking inside but you didn't wanna listen and-nohoho Barnie! Stay away!"

The yellow-faced puppet chucked the pillow at the rapidly approaching blue beagle, missing him by a mile in his haste to scramble away.

"Oh no, you don't." The beagle huffed as he reached out and scooped up the smaller puppet as he tried to escape, holding him in his arms he made his way back over to the couch, plopping down with the squirming painter in his lap. "Now you're gonna sit here and have the audacity to throw a pillow at me? Me of all people, your dearest best friend? And if that wasn't bad enough, you're gonna make a nasty face at me! Now when did you get so sassy?" Wally giggled, squirming in Barnaby's lap, though the grip the fluffy blue dog had on him, while gentle, wasn't giving him any chance of escape. "Let me gohohoho!" Barnaby shook his head. "Oh, not a chance! You are way too sassy to be my Wally, so clearly you are an imposter! Now I know you're hiding my Wally in there somewhere, where is he huh? Where you keepin' him?" Adjusting his grip slightly to keep the squirming puppet settled comfortably in his lap, the Beagle used his free hand to gently poke and prod the painter's plush belly and sides. "Is he in here? Huh? Huh? How about...here! Oooo or maybe here?" Meanwhile in his lap, Wally was a squirming mess of giggles and squeaks, eyes scrunched up and mouth opened in a wide grin, the painter desperately tried to grasp onto his friend's larger paws, pushing at them with no avail. "Nahaha! Nohohoho! N-No ticklihihhing!" The blue beagle rose a single brow. "No tickling? But i thought you loved tickling! I mean just look at how much your laughing! You look like you're having a blast!" Wally squealed, giving up trying to push at his friend's paws in order to cover his face, which was quickly getting redder by the second, with both his hands. Barnaby chuckled fondly, wiggling his fingers in Wally's now exposed underarms. "Aw come on kid, none of that now. Let's see that smile of yours!"

The blue-haired puppet snorted loudly, clasping his hands down quickly to his sides.

"Ahahahehehee! Barnabyhehe!"

"Barnaby? Oh no, my dear Wally you are mistaken, I'm not Barnaby right now.....I'm the tickle monster!" With a playful growl, the blue puppet formed his paw into the shape of a claw, before bringing it down to gently claw at Wally's stomach, tickling him now in earnest.

Wally's giggles quickly became full-blown cackles and snorts, frantically shaking his head back and forth as he squirmed. Messing up his usually neat and gelled-up hair, which was now dangling loose and sticking up all over the place.

Barnaby's cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling at his friend's endearing reaction, that and the fact he had yet to ask for him to stop. The beagle gave a fond shake of his head, chuckling softly.

He abruptly stopped his attack, leaving Wally giggling quietly in his lap. After a second of catching his breath, the yellow puppet cracked open his eyes to look up at him in confusion. Barnaby just gave him a wide toothy grin. "Say, Wally? What's a Tickle monster's favorite snack? " Wally's eyes widened at his he let out a squeak, sputtering out frantic giggly protests, which Barnaby paid no mind to as he scooped his hands underneath his friend. "Raspberries!" He exclaimed, and with it lifted Wally up in his arms to blow a big raspberry right into his belly. Nearly bursting an eardrum from how loud his smaller friend squealed right close to his floppy ears. "NahahahAHAHA! BarnabyHEHE!"

Picking up on the wheeze in his friend's voice, Barnaby stopped. Carefully lowering his quietly cackling companion back down into his lap, placing him there and simply leaning back against the couch cushions and letting the little painter catch back his breath.

After a moment, his gradual titters finally faded away. Leaving him red-faced and curled up in Barnaby's lap, with a groan he lifted both his hands up to cover his face.

"Why are you so mean?" He whined, causing Barnaby to let out a laugh.

"Me? Mean? You say that as if you weren't not telling me to stop." The rest of what he had to say was drowned out by the blue-haired painter's flustered whining and threats of revenge.

Barnaby chuckled, bringing up a large paw to pat the top of his friends head.

"You, kid, are adorable."

[aerkame]

Oh my gosh the shell necklaces are so cool but also really fucked up!! Like imagine if y/n was given a shell necklace or found a shell they liked and someone made a necklace for them and at first they’re like “Aww this is so sweet! Despite being stuck here for now, everyone in this island is so nice! This necklace is so pretty!” Only to then try and leave or escape once they healed up or something and then find out the curse behind the necklace

Yep, anything finfolk related is usually pretty messed both in this AU and also in finfolk folklore (Orkney folklore). The only difference with the AU and folklore is that I actually want the neighbors in the AU have some mercy or be a lot nicer than what they would be when it comes to having a new neighbor. Or in other words, they really do love the dear reader but they aren't going to let them go either...even if it hurts.

When you think about it, it's actually double the amount of shock really. First the potion with forced transformation or lack thereof, and now a necklace that prevents the wearer from leaving when they try to leave. It knows what the wearer's intentions are, but that doesn't mean that whatever or whoever magic is in it can't be tricked.

One could attempt to trick their own thoughts and feelings as they leave the island under their own assumption that they will return in a few days, and they could also maybe potentially take it off by tricking themselves into thinking they want to wash off is all (and then leave the necklace behind by "accident"). But those plans could end up ruined if the person isn't careful not to mention that would require a lot of mental gymnastics. The necklace can sometimes be a tracker in a way for the finfolk. The second the wearer strays too far from the island is when most likely Eddie, Howdy, or Barnaby go out there to retrieve the stray neighbor. It depends who is closer really.

Don't get me wrong, the reader would probably be allowed to "leave" the island to explore places or do very short visits to the mainland, but they can't truly leave it behind no matter what they do.