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misteria247 · 1 year

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So a little bit of the Muppets concept for Welcome Home that I've come up with so far. Please bare with me as I can't actually write, write anything for this little au but I can ramble so hopefully it'll make sense-

The reader (you) are a tired, struggling adult just trying to get by in life. You've kinda forgotten about how wonderful the world can be, because of all the responsibilities and such that comes with growing up. You just live a mundane existence, go to work and just exist. And you're content somewhat, though not really.

You ended up getting the puppets from a local town auction house. The person who'd owned the home previously had passed away, leaving behind their precious treasures. Since they didn't have anyone in their will to inherit their prized possessions, the town council had decided to do any auction house to get rid of everything within it. You don't know exactly why you'd decided to stop by. Perhaps it was to try and change up your routine, or perhaps fate had a hand in it. Whatever it was you soon find yourself inside the vast, old red home surrounded by other potential buyers and looking through all the knickknacks that were being sold off.

You stumble over all sorts of things, from old records to folders full of drawings and designs. Old musty costumes and a lot of older merchandise that came from the 70s. You noticed that a lot of said merchandise was apart of one of those older shows, like the Muppets and Sesame Street, called Welcome Home. An old 70s children's show that had ended up being canceled due to the loss of funding and such before its existence faded into obscurity. It's while you're looking around that you caught sight of a puppet off to the side. That puppet would be Wally.

You go over and look at him and find seven other puppets, all of them in somewhat mint condition, save for a few rips and tears that you can easily fix. You don't know why these puppets of all colors and sizes caught your attention, but you did know this. You wanted to take them home with you. You'd hunted down the auctioneer who was holding the event and asked him for prices and such like their names. Unfortunately you didn't have enough money for all of them but the auctioneer decided to give you an offer, stating that if no one else showed any interest in the puppets by the end of the auction, he'd give them to you for the price you tried to offer.

Two weeks later you get a call, and soon you're bringing them to your home. Once they're settled in you're a bit reluctant about the situation, seeing how some of the puppets are bigger than you. However seeing them in their somewhat saddened states made your reluctance disappear. If anything these puppets would at least give you a project to do to spice up your normal, mundane routine. And so that's how it started. Every time you had spare time, you'd get out your sewing kit and begin to repair the rips and tears in the old soft felt puppets. You had to visit the seamstress store to get some materials and had to order some too, using what spare money you put back to cover the costs of all of it. This was how you spent a lot of your time whenever you weren't working or doing other things.

However during all of this you'd also began to notice rather strange occurrences. You find that sometimes your things go missing, such as your house keys or parts of your uniform whenever you'd have to get ready for work. Things were being moved around, and even a bit of food had started to go missing. Not only that but the puppets you were fixing up and taking care of began to pop up in random places that you didn't put them before you'd left the house or room. Soon you find yourself wondering if perhaps a stranger was secretly living in your house, and it made you incredibly uneasy. However nothing could have prepared you for the actual reasons as to why all the strange things had been happening.

You'd been let out of work earlier than usual, your boss having no need for you to be there. And after getting a few things from the store you'd made your way home and took out the key to unlock it. Only to hear someone on the other side of the door talking. Going deathly silent, you slowly open your front door, glancing around for the source of the voice. Grabbing a nearby vase to defend yourself, you slowly made your way towards the direction of the voice, raising the vase to be ready only to come face to face with Barnaby B. Beagle.

Let's just say that you used that vase and by God did it do it's job. You also may have screamed and ended up making the other puppets come running which may have freaked you out a little bit more. Once they'd managed to calm you down from your panic attack and you began to question if you were finally losing your mind cuz puppets can't talk??? Much less walk and eat????? Yet here they were, doing exactly that and watching you with borderline concern. It was a very strange and awkward day for you after that. But little did you know that these puppets would become some of the most important people within your life.

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misteria247 · 1 year

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What's this? More insane ramblings about the Muppets concept for Welcome Home? More likely than you think fellas. A bit of a warning here, it's kinda sad and it involves death fair warning-

The original owner of the house that was put up by the town council, was actually the creator of Wally and his friends. Back in the 70s, they were in charge of designing them and keeping them up to maintenance. They did this with a tender hand and a large amount of care, making sure that each puppet was unique and wonderful in their own special way. And it was because of this love, this care that they still took the cast of colorful puppets into their home when the show went bankrupt.

For many years afterward, they took care of Wally and his beloved friends. Always stitching them back up whenever they needed it or taking them outside to interact with some of the neighborhood children who seen them from afar. However behind closed doors the family of nine spent every moment together.

Julie loved to think of games with their caretaker, while Frank would look through their books in their vast library. Eddie would collect the mail and read their letters out to them, and Sally would hold beautifully extravagant plays to entertain. Howdy and Poppy took care of things such as cooking and buying necessities, and Barnaby told jokes to make them laugh. And finally Wally himself would sit with them and paint, or quietly talk to them about his day. And for many years they remained in this welcoming, warm setting that they'd called home.

However this also proved to be somewhat of a problem in many ways. One of them being Wally and his friends witnessing just what exactly happens to humans. As the years dragged on, they all began to notice many things about their caretaker and creator. Their hair began to turn grey, and their face and hands began to wrinkle as time went on. Things that were once easy for them to do slowly became a struggle, and the once steady hands that stitched them back up could no longer hold a needle and thread without shaking slightly. Their eyes no longer being able to see such tiny details that accompanied it. The puppets soon stopped going outside to interact with the children whom would eventually forget about them, instead choosing to stay with their aging friend.

Soon it was them taking care of their beloved companion. And they did it with little complaints, instead wanting to make life easier for the person who'd done the same for them. And as they watched their human caretaker grow more older and frail, it became more clear to them just what exactly was happening. They were losing their friend, their family member. Now death wasn't something that they were naive too, after all they worked on a children's show once upon a time. And with it came the responsibility of answering hard questions and difficult topics, such as death. However knowing it and actually experiencing it were two very different things.

The day that their caretaker had passed had been a sunny one. The children who were now adults roamed the town streets with little ones of their own or were grandparents, the town blissfully unaware of what was waiting in that little red house. It was Julie who found their caretaker first, resting peacefully in their bed. It was when she'd tried waking them up that she just knew that they wouldn't. And that was when her cries drew the others to her, realization hitting them almost immediately upon entry. That day was spent with tears and grief and grim acceptance amongst the eight puppets. Their caretaker died peacefully in their sleep, content and happy to be with their precious puppets.

It'd only be a day later that more humans would begin coming into their house, taking their caretaker away from them forever. And a month later of sitting in the dark, lonely shell of what was home that humans would once again come inside, unaware of the sentient puppets who were torn and ripped in some places watching them from where they'd been placed. Soon the house was straightened up and then put up for auction with everything inside.

It would be during this auction that they'd meet you. And it was this meeting, two weeks afterwards that they'd find themselves within your home. Not daring to reveal their actual nature, due to being unsure about you. But then they felt it, the familiar warmth that they'd once known. It was when you'd gently taken them into your grasp, and with a tenderness that they had almost forgotten, had began to fix their rips and tears that they'd been carrying for awhile now. It was the same as when their precious caretaker had done it. And at that moment they thought that maybe perhaps........things wouldn't be as grey as it had been.

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