#yandere wally darling x fem reader

[hunterwritesstuff]

Ooughhh that’s soo cute!! Can I get a creepy!yandere! Wally x Fem reader?

I've got just the thing! >:3

"I'm the only one who gets you. And I'll teach you that until it's drilled into your head."

"Haven't you noticed?" You jumped, spinning around from trying to open Home's door, panting quietly. "Howdy's gotten quieter around you, Julie's games don't need one more person when you ask, Frank's been running away from you, even friendly old Eddie has been avoiding you aside from giving you your mail!" Wally sighed.

You grimaced. Yeah, you'd noticed, but you assumed they'd just gotten more busy. Then again, they got noticeably more uneasy whenever Wally appeared next to you. And you swear Frank gave you a look of "if you ever need help, you can come to me" once or twice.

"Why do you think that is, darling?" Wally asked. You waited multiple minutes in silence. "Hm?" You felt his eyes cutting right through you. "Maybe it's because they never cared about y-" he started.

"NO." Wally froze, stepping back a moment. You never talked back to him before.

"Darling, what did you just say?" Most would say this was a genuine question, but you knew him well enough to know it was a warning.

"No. You KNOW Eddie. A-And everyone else! They wouldn't leave me for no reason!" You snapped. "YOU probably did something to them to cause them to act like this!!" You rambled, stopping as Wally pulled you down fairly harshly by the ascot he made you.

"Listen here, missy, I did it so I could protect you from them. You KNOW how grouchy Frank is! You KNOW how mean he can be!" Wally excused.

"YOU KNOW HOW NICE EDDIE IS-HOW EVERYONE IS. FRANK IS JUST AS NICE AS THEM, HE JUST SHOWS IT DIFFERENTLY." You snapped.

"It's an act! All of it! They want to take you away from me!!" Wally snapped. "They want to take you away from me because they're jealous!!"

"WALLY! FRANK AND EDDIE ARE GAY! AND MARRIED!" You snapped.

Wally went deadly silent. It was silent for too long.

"W...Wally...?" You asked sheepishly.

"...clearly I've been too nice." Wally muttered.

"What?" You asked, fear seaping into your voice.

"You need further educating." Wally repeated, face pitch black.

All that happened after that was a blur, aside from you getting dragged off to some pitch-black room somewhere.

Hope ya enjoy! Tried to be as creepy as I could with my current way of writing Wally! :D

[darkgodcomplex]

Home Sweet Home

Wally Darling X Reader

CW: Manipulation, Obsession, Horror, Psychological Horror, Violence

Word Count: 11,754

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Here's the story:

You stand with hands on your hips, the sleeves of your baggy old college sweatshirt rolled up as you admire your new house. This is it... a new start.

Tying your hair back into a ponytail, you get to work. This might be your dream, but it doesn't come easy. The house you've chosen was cheap and definitely a fixer-upper. You leave the U-Haul with all your boxes parked in the driveway while you head up to the door.

You step inside, which immediately brings you to a dimly lit mudroom. The wood paneling is rotting. It's going to have to be replaced.  You kick off your shoes onto the dirt-encrusted floor, leaning your hand on the doorframe. When you peel it away, it comes back filthy.

Ugh. You need a sink.

Going further into the house, you head into the kitchen. The outdated orange shag carpet alone makes you groan. Plus, who puts carpet in the kitchen?

You head over to the large metal sink set up on the bright yellow countertops to wash your hand of the dirt. You turn the handle of the faucet.

Nothing.

You turn it more. Then off again and then on again. Still, no water comes out. You sigh, wondering if the water was shut off or if the sink is just another of the busted household items this house will provide.

The living room offshoots the kitchen. What was once probably beautiful white and flowered wallpaper has now yellowed and peels off the walls in large stripes. Several windows are cracked, but it doesn't look like it's from force. You guess it's probably from improper care in the cold.

There's a bathroom. As you creak open the door, you see something dash out. You shriek, scrambling back wildly as you watch the mouse slip away into a crack in the wall. You breathe heavy. You're definitely going to have to go buy some mouse traps tonight. Still, you cautiously enter the bathroom. When you turn on the sink, you're relieved to find that it runs.

You wash the dirt away, then flick your wet hands at the sink. Even if there were towels in the bathroom, you wouldn't trust them to dry your hands.

There's an upstairs, which you expect that you'll set up your bedroom up there. The stairs themselves though are awfully steep and seem to be littered with staples that stick out from the floorboards. You opt to avoid that for now and continue to explore the ground floor. There's a small closet filled with spiderwebs and a door that leads to the basement, though when you flick the lightswitch no light turns on down there.

You sigh, leaning your head against the door to the basement. Can you really do this? This is going to be so much hard work. You've scraped together all of your savings for this?

There's one more door at the end of the hall. You discover it's an office. It's still rough around the edges like the rest of the house, but it has a large window that takes up almost the whole wall. It looks out into the neighborhood.

You stand in front of it, admiring the view. You can see many houses, each one brightly painted with jolly colors, their lawns perfect. Butterflies and hummingbirds float near the bushes of flowers that are planted under the window. The sky is a brilliant blue, clearer than you've ever seen it before. This place truly is paradise.

One thing the realtor really sold you on was the neighborhood. She said that the community bands together in a way that she's never seen before. Seeing it now, you can already tell that these people are special. How can they not be when they create such a beautiful environment?

Yes, this will be your painting room. Just standing here now you feel a rush of inspiration. You want to paint this moment. You rush to the front door, eager to grab your painting supplies before the mood runs out.

As you open the door, you jolt back, you had not been expecting any visitors. You have an entire welcome crew at your front door.

"Hello neighbor!" A man with a stunning blue pompadour steps forward, extending a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Wally Darling."

You gingerly take his hand, face flushing. He's clearly a charmer. His grip is firm but delicate.

"It's nice to meet you too."

"These are our other neighbors here, we have Julie, Eddie, Frank, Barnaby, Poppy, Howdy, and Sally!" Each one waves as he says their name.

"We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!" Poppy raises up a cake she's been holding. In fancy cursive font, it reads:

Welcome Home.

"Poppy is our resident baker." Wally grins. "She's who you want to cater all your events!"

"Oh, Poppy, will you do my birthday!" Julie chimes in.

"Of course." Poppy laughs at Julie, then turns back to you. "Here you are, dear." She hands you the cake.

You smile, this is so sweet of them! It truly makes this miserable house better. "Thank you! Um, my place is a wreck right now, but please, come in."

They all shuffle into your kitchen. Luckily the previous owners left you a kitchen table and some chairs so that your guests can sit. You set the cake on the table.

"So where are you from?" Frank asks, taking a seat.

"I actually came a long way." You give a nervous chuckle. "Wanted to start fresh... I'm from a little town in the middle of nowhere."

"Oh that's where I'm from too!" Eddie bursts out excitedly, then hesitates. "Wait, no." Frank pats Eddie on the back.

"This place seems like it needs a bit of work." Wally notices, hands in pockets as he leans on the counter.

Howdy nods along with him. "I have a bunch of supplies in my shop if you ever need anything." He says. "On the house for a new neighbor."

"Oh, I can help too!" Sally says. "I work on my sets all the time!"

"That would be awesome!" You suddenly have a bit more hope for this place. "Only if it's not an inconvenience for you guys of course."

"It's no issue." Wally promises, looking down at you with his half lidded eyes. "It's all a part of being in the neighborhood."

"When are we having cake?" Barnaby suddenly asks, eyeing it.

"Oh, um-" You glance around the kitchen. "All my kitchen utensils are still packed in the car..."

Everyone puzzles over this for a minute. Then, Barnaby reaches out and takes a handful of cake. His paws smear with frosting and he brings it up to his mouth to take a bite.

"What are you doing!" Frank demands.

"No plates and no utensils." Barnaby shrugs.

There's another pause. Then, you reach out and grab a handful too. The cake is squishy and messy between your fingers, but when you bring it to your mouth, it's delicious. Slowly, everyone is scooping up the cake, laughing as they play with it in their palms.

"This is ridiculous." Frank says, crossing his arms. "I refuse to act so childish!"

"Aw, come on, Frank." Barnaby says, leaning over. "Oh, you got something on your face."

"What? Where-"

"Right... there." Barnaby smushes some cake onto Franks face, smearing it down. Frank sits in shock for a second, then reaches a finger up to wipe the frosting at his cheek. He sticks the finger in his mouth, sucking at the frosting.

"Well... at least the cake is delicious." He admits. Everyone laughs, but soon it devolves into everyone tossing the cake. Julie and Frank team up to get Barnaby, Sally tosses the cake in the air while Eddie tries to catch it in his mouth, and Howdy and Poppy try to down as much cake as they can. Wally still leans on the counter, watching the chaos with a small smirk.

You slide next to him, cake still in hand.

"Sure you don't want a bite?" You grin, intending to smash it on his face. Before you can though, he takes his index finger and swipes it through the frosting, bringing it to your face and gently smearing the frosting onto the tip of your nose. He brings his finger back to suck on the small bit of leftovers.

"You can have it all, my dear." He says, returning to his casual, laidback position.

Eventually, all the cake the gone. Whether more is in your bellies or streaked along your floor, table, and walls, you're unsure. It's a mess, but somehow it makes the old house feel less dreary than before. Your guests head home, promising to come help with the house.

"Oh!" Julie turns back as she leaves, grasping at your hands. "We're having a barbeque tomorrow. You simply have to come!"

"I don't know." You chuckle. "I still have to unpack."

"Well, please keep us in mind." She lets go, giving a warm smile. "I had a lot of fun today." With that, she turns and scurries down the steps.

It's Wally's turn next. He gives you another one of his signature warm smiles. It makes your stomach flutter.

"I'm just in the Home over there." He says, pointing towards a peppy little red house down the street. "Come down whenever you need me."

"Thank you again." You say. He gives a polite nod before stepping away.

When everyone is out of sight, you sigh. It's already sunset and you haven't done any unpacking. One by one you bring the boxes in. Then, you puzzle over how you're going to get your larger furniture inside. In the end, you decide you don't need to bring in the couch, the desk, or the TV in tonight and that you can ask for help tomorrow, but you have to bring the mattress in now. It's a struggle, but eventually you manage.

That's it. That's all the work you're doing today. You can take all your stuff out of the boxes tomorrow.

However, there is one box that you unpack, labeled painting supplies. You set up in your new office, putting the easel in front of the window. It's pitch black out now, so you decide to paint the quiet calmness of the neighborhood at night. It seems as if everyone is already asleep, there's not a single window light on down the street. You throw a canvas on the easel, digging through your oil paints to find the right ones.

You notice Wally's house is right near your window, you have a perfect view of it. It only adds to your inspiration, using the darkness as a metaphor in your painting. It's the mystery... the curiosity... the intimacy. Despite being in two separate homes, you can't help but feel like you're glimpsing into his soul by painting his house.

It's nearly three in the morning when you finally finish your painting. It's crude and hastily done, but you enjoy it's charm. As you lay it on the floor to dry, you notice an odd detail that you don't remember adding.

There's a single light on in Wally's attic.

_____

Despite promising yourself that you'll get completely unpacked today, by midmorning you're already exhausted. You take a break, steaming yourself a cup of tea. So far in your packing, you've only uncovered one of your coffee mugs, so you're left sipping out of a chipped mug that reads: I DESTROYED THE UNIVERSE AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID MUG.

In the very least, a couple of things are coming along nicely. You hesitate to unpack everything right away, since you'll surely soon be tearing up carpet and painting over walls, but the essentials are out. Still, there is work to do.

Although...

You glance at the time. The barbeque is going to be soon... should you go? While they were all very king to you yesterday, you really don't know any of them.

Maybe this is your chance though. You'd particularly like to know that Wally fellow a little more.

You've decided it. You're going.

You glance down at your work clothes, a ragged old sweatshirt and worn out jeans with paint splattered all over. You're going to need to dress better than this. 

Which box are your clothes in?

You spend another while digging through boxes. While you don't find dress clothes, you do find your stash of mugs. You set them in the kitchen. Eventually, you opt to just wear your paint splattered jeans but with a hole-free tee shirt. 

You make your way outside. As you exit the house, the warm summer air hits you and you take a deep breath in, enjoying the season. It's absolutely beautiful in this town. You're surprised no one outbid on the house in a place like this.

Walking along the street, you spot a picnic spot set up in Wally's backyard. It seems you're the last one to arrive. The delectable smell of fresh meat cooking on the grill catches your nose. 

"Yay, you came!" Julie practically jumps into your arms. 

You laugh, "I figured I could take a lunch break." 

Two picnic tables are set up next to the large grill where Poppy and Barnaby flip meat patties and turn hot dogs. At one table is Sally, Howdy, and Wally while the other is Frank and Eddie. Julie leads you over, taking a seat next to Frank.

"Hello neighbor!" Wally pats the seat next to him. "Come sit with us." 

You take your seat, giving a polite smile.

"How was your first night at your new home?" Sally squeals excitedly, leaning over the table. 

"It was fine." You shrug. "A little uncomfortable since my mattress was on the floor because I haven't set up my bedframe yet."

"Oh dear!" Howdy exclaims.

"What?" Eddie asks from the other table.

"It's nothing, Eddie." Sally rolls her eyes at him. "So when do we get to come help! Oh! What colors do you want to paint your walls? I was thinking bright! We can magenta or chartreuse or turquoise or-"

"Easy there." Howdy laughs, patting Sally on the shoulder. "I think we'll need to do some repairs before we can get into the decor aspect." 

"What needs to be fixed?" Wally asks you in his usual chill manner. "So that we can help."

You raise your eyebrows, mind scanning through the plethora of problems in that house. "The sink doesn't run, there are staples in the stairs, the basement light doesn't work, there are mice and god knows what else, and some of my windows are broken." 

Those are just the ones you've discovered so far.

Howdy runs his hand along his chin, "Some of those don't sound too bad. We can take some pliers to the stairs, then hopefully the light just needs replacing and isn't an electrical issue..." He trails off in thought.

"Food is ready!" Barnaby announces. Poppy sets down plates while Barnaby hands out the food. 

"Hotdog or hamburger?" Barnaby asks when he gets to you.

"Hotdog please."

Barnaby loads up your plate, "Say, how does the enthusiastic man eat his hotdog?"

"Huh?" You ask, staring up at him.

With a large grin, Barnaby leans in and whispers, "With relish."

You blink, taking a minute to process the joke. Then, you laugh.

"Thank you, I'll be here all week." Barnaby prides himself while sliding Wally a burger.

"When can I get you on stage with me, Barnaby?" Sally bites into her hotdog.

Barnaby shrugs, "Alas, my stardom is meant for small crowds."

Sally shakes her head, "One day I'll convince you."

"I'd love to see it." 

You bite down on your hotdog. It's probably the most delicious you've ever had. Does everything in this town taste amazing or are it's residents just master chefs?

"We have to go play lawn games!" Sally yells as she finishes her food. "Wally, you're on my team!"

"What are we playing-"

Sally grabs Wally by the arm, dragging him out to the field before he can protest. 

"Want to team up?" Howdy wipes his mouth with a napkin. 

"I think I need to digest my food first." You tell him, patting your belly. "Sorry."

"All good." Howdy leans over to the other table. "Hey Edds, you and me?"

"You know it!" Eddie says through a mouthful of burger. He shoves the rest in his mouth, hurrying to stand up. Barnaby and Poppy team up as well, heading over to the group.

That leaves Julie and Frank. Neither seem interested in joining the games. You move over to their table.

"Why don't you just ask him, Frank!" Julie whispers as you sit down. 

Frank looks at you nervously, "Julie! There's someone else here!"

Julie sighs, looking over at you. "You can keep a secret, right?"

You nod.

Julie looks at Frank expectedly. He sighs, hands fiddling with a book he keeps in his lap. "Fine."

"Frank likes Eddie!" Julie giggles excitedly. "And Eddie SO likes him back!"

"You can't say that for sure." Frank fidgets. "I was reading a study where they found that people are very unreliable in determining if they are being flirted with or not!" 

"But it's so obvious!" Julie groans. 

You glance over at the game being played. It seems to be some weird hybrid of croquet and tennis. Your eyes can't help but wander over to Wally, who is holding his mallet like he's never played a sport before. His hooded eyes meet yours, giving you a dazed smile. You quickly look away. 

"I just want to wait." Frank shifts uncomfortably. "Just to make sure that he likes me."

"How many signs do you need?" Julie shakes her head. 

Frank doesn't answer, he's too busy staring. You look over at where his gaze lands. It seems as if Howdy and Eddie won, as Eddie is jumping up and down in excitement and Howdy is doing an awkward victory dance. They lock arms, swinging around happily. 

Eddie trots over to the picnic table, breath heavy from all the jumping. "Did you see that winning shot?" He taps his foot happily, eyes glancing around the table. 

"Oh, I missed it!" Julie complains.

"It was a good shot." Frank looks up at Eddie. "Are you good at geometry? The angle on that shot was quite amazing to see."

Eddie gives him a goofy grin. "Angels? No, I'm not really religious." He pauses. "But if you want to talk about it more I'd listen."

Frank perks up, then starts on a long winded explanation about math. You take the opportunity to slip away.

Wally waves you over, making your stomach do a somersault. It seems Frank isn't the only one with a stupid little crush. The way you're practically drooling over him has you embarrassed, it's like you're a middle schooler again. You jog over.

"Want to play?" He asks, holding up a mallet.

"I thought you were in a team with Sally?" You glance over to see Sally standing with Howdy.

"She didn't want to be on my team anymore." He says casually, looking up at the sky. "Apparently I couldn't hit a brick wall even if I ran into it."

You can't help but laugh. Upon seeing you laugh, he laughs along too.

"Well I don't know how to play either, so we'll be quite the team."

"You two ready?" Sally swings her mallet over her shoulder. Howdy has his baseball cap on backwards.

You and Wally line up. What ensues is the most pathetic beatdown you've ever seen. Not only are Sally and Howdy more acquainted with the game, they're also just quicker and more agile than you and Wally. The two of you also have absolutely no coordination skills, constantly bumping into each other and dropping the ball. Wally just plainly face plants several times. Somehow, he always manages to laugh it off though. 

When Sally scores the winning point, she leaps into the air, grabbing Howdy by the arms. 

"Yay!" She squeals.

"Two victories!" Howdy grins. 

Wally dusts the dirt off his clothes. He had tripped again. "I'm afraid I dragged us down." He says, tilting his head as he looks down at you. 

You shake your head, "Did you see me out there? I think we're a perfect match." You blush, realizing what you've said. "I mean... perfect match as a team, of course."

"Yes." He echoes. "Perfect match." There's a hidden smile in his words. 

You glance over to see Howdy and Sally still celebrating. 

"I want to show you something." Wally diverts your attention back to him. 

"Oh, should I get the others?" You turn, but Wally grabs your wrist.

"No, I want it to be the two of us."

You and Wally slip away. You feel slightly bad that you're abandoning everyone, but Wally assures you that it won't be for long.

"Right through here." Wally ducks through a small passage in the bushes. The greenery is absolutely stunning here. Are plants usually this green? 

As you step from the shrubs, you're greeted with more stunning scenery. Before you are acres and acres of beautiful apple trees. The bright red apples dangle from each tree while fallen ones scatter the ground. It feels like something out of a storybook.

"I like to come here." Wally reaches up, picking you a nice plump apple and gingerly setting it in his hands. "I thought you'd like it too."

"This is so pretty." You stroll through the trees, fingers rubbing over the apple in your palm. This is something you'd like to paint.

"So you're a painter too?"

You pause for a second, wondering if Wally can read your mind. "Huh?"

"Your pants." He points and you follow his gaze. Ah, that's right, you're wearing your shitty painting jeans. 

"Yes, I paint." You tell him, turning. He follows behind you as you walk, hands tucked respectfully behind his back. You feel like a fancy Victorian woman and he your eager suitor. "You do too?"

"I do."

"What do you paint?"

He ponders on this. "Still life, mostly." He shrugs. "Apples." He picks one up from the ground, then tosses it. "They're my muse, one could say."

"Oh I see, a muse." You tease him. "Most artists' muses are pretty women or handsome men, you know."

"Does a handsome apple count?"

You laugh, "No."

"Since you clearly have a strict idea of what a muse should be," He trots to catch up so that he walks by your side. "Who is the lucky fellow that is occupying your thoughts and paintings?"

"I don't have one." You tell him very matter-of-factly. 

He shakes his head, smiling. "Perhaps you just haven't met someone handsome enough to be your muse."

"Perhaps." You smile back and finally take a bite of the apple. It's ripe and juicy.

"We should paint together." Wally shoves his hands in his pockets. 

"Apples?" You ask, raising a brow.

He laughs, "No, not apples... well, unless you want to." 

You hold your half eaten apple in front of you, pretending to study it like it's a piece of modern art. "I don't know... maybe I'm starting to see the complexity of it."

"Look a little harder." Wally nudges you playfully. "Maybe you'll finally find your muse."

"This apple is starting to look a little handsome."

"I knew you would eventually see my side of things." He watches as you take another bite.

"Tomorrow for painting then?" You ask. "Apples as our muse?" 

"Sounds like a plan." 

_____

Beautiful emerald green paint rolls onto the wall as you work. Somehow, it's even more stunning than the sample paint swatch. Your living room is going to look positively royal.

Beside you, Sally leans up, jabbering away, "-And then Julie had to come rescue me from out of the dumpster! Not only that, but the lawnmower was nowhere to be found!" She finishes her story, shaking her head as she applies more paint. "I still wonder what happened to it."

Howdy is on the floor, removing staples from where the ugly shag carpet once was. When he peeled it up, you were thrilled to find out that there were beautiful hardwood floors underneath. 

"Do these crazy things happen to everyone in Home, or just you?" You ask with a smile. It's still funny to you how the town is named Home, just another example of how perfect the place is. 

"Oh you should see all the trouble some of them get into." Howdy rolls his eyes. "It's only if you're looking for it."

"Have a little adventure, Howdy!" Sally teases. 

Howdy pulls out a particularly difficult staple with a grunt, "I've had enough adventure, particularly from that Wally fellow."

You perk up.

Sally laughs, "Do you remember that time he tried to sew his own clothes and got caught in the sewing machine?"

"How did he do that?" You laugh along with her.

"The idiot thought that he had to sew them right onto his body." The corners of Howdy's mouth twitch up. 

Sally continues chatting, "There's also this weird thing about Wally, be warned he-"

Howdy cuts her off with a cough, communicating something with his eyes that you don't quite understand.

"Err, I mean, he's just so naïve sometimes." Sally says. 

"That's true." Howdy adds. 

A silence falls over the room, the only sound being the occasional splash as you and Sally dip your rollers into the paint. It gives you time to wonder what Sally was going to say. Wally just gets so... what?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud thud, making you jump. Then comes more thudding. You blink, processing the noise for a second before realizing that it's knocking. 

"Oh!" You set down your paint roller. "I'll go get it!"

You rush over to the door, slipping through the kitchen. You fling open the door, out of breath from your jog over. 

It's Wally, dressed just as dapper as usual. No, he seems more dapper today. His necktie a little straighter and his hair more precisely groomed. The minute his eyes lock on yours he smiles, glancing down at your clothes.

"Painting without me?"

"Well, only my living room." You say, slightly flustered to find yourself in indecent clothes around him once more. You wish you would've been able to change into something nicer. "I wasn't expecting you so soon-" You glance at the clock you had hastily hung in the mudroom. "Oh wait, it's already noon? I'm so sorry, I meant to be ready-"

"It's no worry." Wally assures you, as casual as ever. 

"Are you coming back?" Sally yells from the other room. 

Wally tilts his head, eyes casting towards the noise. "Oh? There's someone else here?"

"Yeah." You feel bad about losing track of time. You sincerely were looking forward to painting with Wally! "Sally and Howdy are just helping me paint." 

"Let me just step in and say hi." 

You invite Wally in, leading him to the living room. It's nearly finished. 

"Oh, hi Wally." Howdy plucks out another staple. 

"You should've invited me, I would've done quite a nice job with the paint." Wally says casually. "It looks nice though, you all did a good job."

"It was kind of a last minute thing." You explain. 

Sally sets down her roller, "We had fun doing it! You would've been more help by assisting Howdy with the staples."

"Hey! I can do it by myself-"

You laugh, "I really appreciate the help, guys."

"That being said, I think I have her claimed for the afternoon." Wally slides in. "We're going painting."

 Howdy and Sally both take the hint. 

"Oh! We can come back later and help." Howdy stands, stretching out his back.

"Bye!" Sally gives a cheerful wave as they exit. "We gotta hang out again!" 

You wave back eagerly and they leave through the front door. You turn back to see Wally leaning on the doorframe to the living room, watching you with his relaxed eyes. 

"You really did you a nice job on this living room." His voice is ever so soft. 

You sigh, placing your hands on your hips. "This place still needs a lot more work."

"I know you can breathe some life into this place." Wally's eyes seem to sparkle. "Homes are very special, you know."

You shake your head, "Are we painting at the orchard?"

"Best place to find apples."

It's not long after that you and Wally have your easels set up in the orchard, plenty of fresh apples on display for references. Wally stands across from you, paint at the ready. 

"I'm still not so sure that I understand apples as a muse." You tease, reaching up to tree to grasp an apple. It's just out of your reach. "I bet you think they're complex or something." You mock like you're some kind philosopher, " Apples... the thing that made Newton discover gravity, the so called forbidden fruit."

"Or maybe they're not." Wally reaches up and grabs the apple for you, placing it in your palm. "Maybe they're just apples. Simple."

You take a bite of it.

"I guess I'm getting too deep about apples." You say in between bites, smiling. 

He smiles along with you, "Perhaps we should just paint."

"Let's."

You pour over your canvas, examining the half eaten apple with rigor. They are surprisingly difficult to get right. The small spots and stripes make the work tedious. 

"How are you doing the shading?" You ask, trying to peek at Wally's work. He shies away, turning his canvas so that you can't see.

"You'll see." Wally smiles. "I want to see your own interpretation, no outside influences."

"Is my work going to professionally assessed?" You tease, still struggling over the shading. "Should I be nervous?"

"Oh, very nervous." Wally replies. After a brief pause, he speaks up again. "What do you think of Home so far?"

"I really like it." You tell him enthusiastically. "I love the views, I love the weather, I love the people."

"I'm glad you like it." He says. 

"It's quite lucky I got that house too." You say. "It's insane that there were no other bidders when it's such a lovely place. I'm sure that someone with more money than me could've easily fixed it up and loved it here."

Wally merely smiles and the two of you fall into concentrated silence once again.

You fall into the trance of painting. It's not a feeling you're unused to. There's something about concentrating on the details that just makes you lose track of time. Eventually, you tune back in, taking a step back as you finish your painting. 

You're proud of it, you think. You've painted a small, half eaten apple resting in the grass, the field of orchards sprawled out behind it. It's a simple but elegant painting.

"I'm done." You say with a breath, looking up to see Wally watching you carefully. "How much do you have left?"

"Oh, I've been done for a while." Wally beams at you. "I'm very curious to see what you've produced."

Wally saunters over to look at your canvas. His eyes scan the painting, noticing the small efforts you put in. There is truly something amazing about another artist studying your work.

"It feels... happy." He says. "A simple kind of happy."

You pause, then slowly nod. "That's how I feel here in Home, I think." You chew at your lip. "I like it."

Wally takes your arm, leading you over to his painting. 

It's... you. You're leaning over a canvas, paintbrush in one hand and apple in the other. Your hair spills in your face and paint covers your clothes. It's clear where he put the most effort in though, in your face. Your expression is one of focus and concentration as you're hunched over, eyebrows scrunched and mouth slightly agape. 

It feels happy.

_____

Wally walks you home after you finish painting. He gifted you his painting and you gifted yours to him. He seems quite proud to own your artwork, even if it inferior to his. You're in awe at his skill honestly. 

"I had fun today, Wally." You tell him as you reach your house. 

Wally lights up, "I had fun too." He lingers at the door for a second, hands shoved into his pockets and painting tucked neatly under his arm. "I'll see you again tomorrow?" He asks. "I'll even help with house, if you want." 

You laugh, "That sounds great."

He flashes you a charming smile, "Goodnight, then." He does a half bow, turning and trotting away. You watch him go, heart pumping in your chest. 

As you close the door behind you, you can't help but jump and squeal excitedly. This neighborhood is truly everything you dreamed it would be. Your house is coming together nicely, you've got wonderful new friends, and now you've got the attention of a handsome guy! 

Nothing could ruin this.

You walk further into your house, stepping into the living room. It's a perfect start, you feel a sense of pride. 

Picking up a hammer, you head to a free space on the wall, pounding in a nail. You hang your new painting up, stepping back to admire it. 

You turn around, patting the doorframe of the living room before heading upstairs to bed. You've had a long day today and you're sure that tomorrow is going to be just as busy. Your bedroom is less put together than the living room, but the fact that you've made progress prevents you from feeling bad. 

As you slip into bed, you hear an odd noise. 

You perk up, pausing and listening for the noise again. 

It almost sounds like footsteps. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as you peek out from your room. The sound echoes up the stairs. It sounds like it's coming from either the kitchen or the living room. You grab the nearest heavy object, which just so happens to be a leg of an easel that you had taken apart for the move. It's a strong wooden beam. You hold it up high on your shoulder.

"Hello?" You call.

The only answer you get is more footsteps. 

Your hands tremble as you make your way down, placing your steps carefully. Your mind races through a million scenarios of robbery, kidnapping, and murder. 

When you reach the bottom of the steps, you decide to make sure you surprise this intruder. You come into the living room swinging. 

There's nothing. 

You stop and listen for a minute.

The noises are gone. No more footsteps.

You breathe a sigh of relief, running your hand through your hair. It wasn't even footsteps at all, must just be the old house settling. You laugh at yourself, shaking your head as you prepare yourself to go back to bed. Before you do though, you notice something amiss.

Wally's painting had fallen off the wall.

The next morning you're awoken by the sound of loud, unrelenting knocking. You groan, startled and tired. After the incident last night you hadn't gotten much quality of sleep. You know you're just being paranoid, but for some reason it really stuck with you. 

You roll out of bed, quickly throwing on clothes and heading downstairs. You wonder if Wally has come to help you fix the house up more. 

"Oh my god, hey!" Julie throws her arms around you, giving you a big hug. "I was worried you might not be home!" 

"Well, here I am."

"It's break time!" Julie tells you. "No more working on the house, you and I are going out."

You laugh, "Well, I would have to start working for it to be considered a break-"

Julie tugs on your arm, "Pleaseee go out with me?" She blinks up at you with wide eyes. "We'll have so much fun!" 

You glance back at your unfinished house, still reluctant to leave. Yet, you grab your coat anyways, stepping out into the sunshine. "Where are we going?"

Julie lights up, "You'll see."

You're lead through the neighborhood. As you walk, you're given the full tour by Julie.

"There's the supermarket." She points. "Oh and that there is Barnaby's house. He's still sleeping at this time of day."

You check your watch. It's nearly noon already.

"That's my house!" She points at a lovely flowered red house. "You're invited anytime, just so you know."

"How long did it take you to fix that up?" You ask, marveling at how elegant yet simple it is.

Julie thinks on it for a second, "Fix it up?" She asks. "It's just... always been that way."

You scrunch your face up, "You bought it like that?" 

"Bought it...?" Julie looks up, considering this. "I think... I've always lived here."

She seems confused, so you decide not to press it any further. Has Julie lived here her whole life? Where is her family?

That's when another odd thing strikes you. The entire town consists of single individuals that live alone in homes. You've never heard of such a thing. Sure, a few individuals here and there in homes is normal, but an entire town?

You notice Julie has gone quiet. It's an unusual change from her normally peppy self. You fear that maybe you pressed into something personal.

"This is the post office." Julie gestures, suddenly speaking up again. Her previous demeanor is forgotten now and her lively energy is returned. "That's where Eddie works."

You notice another familiar face poking about.

"Frank!" Julie bounces up and down excitedly, waving her hand. 

Frank jumps from the sudden noise, head swiveling to find the source. He relaxes slightly when he sees it's only Julie. 

You and Julie trot over to him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, chin raised pompously. 

"What are you doing here is the real question." Julie teases. "Have you come to see Eddie?"

"No!" Frank tenses, eyes looking around nervously. "I just have a letter to send and wanted to make sure that it got here. Mailboxes and so unreliable-"

"Uh huh." Julie can't control her grin. "Sure, Frank."

Frank opens his mouth to say something else, but Eddie comes around the corner just as he does. You thought that Frank already looked nervous, but that is nothing compared to how he looks as he and Eddie make eye contact.

"Oh hey Frank!" Eddie gives a toothy grin, cheeks scrunched up and head tilting to the side. 

"Eddie!" Frank holds his envelope to his chest. "I-I've been looking for you!"

Eddie seems to perk up, "You have?"

"Yes!" Frank shoves out the letter. "I just needed to mail this."

"Oh." Eddie takes the letter. "Frank, you know I could've picked it up at your house, right?" 

"Well, he wanted to hand deliver it." Julie nudges Frank playfully and receives a glare in return.

"I'll take good care it, Frank, I promise." Eddie tucks the letter into his pouch. 

Julie coughs, "Well, we better get going, right?" She looks at you.

"Uh, right." You echo.

"You know, Eddie, I think Frank was talking about lunch?" Julie says. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was hungry! You two should go eat somewhere!"

"Julie!" Frank hisses.

"That sounds fun!" Eddie inputs.

"Perfect!" Julie grabs your arm. "Have fun guys! Bye-"

The two of you quickly stumble away. You can't help but laugh at Julie's blatant matchmaking attempt, Eddie's innocent obliviousness, and Frank's adorable embarrassment. Julie giggles along with you, leaning on you for support. 

When you're both far enough away, Julie speaks up, "Do you think Eddie will ever take the hint?"

You shrug, "Only if Frank tells him directly."

"Like that'll ever happen." She lets go of your arm, standing up straighter. "Oh! We're almost there?"

"There?" 

"The reason I brought you out!"

"Oh." You reply, following behind her as she picks up speed. "I thought the tour was why you brought me out here."

"Don't be silly!" Julie suddenly stops. "I brought you out here for this!" 

You're not quite sure what you're looking at. The bright summer colors of Home are here. They are present in the brilliant green trees with fresh fruit and in the yellow dandelions and white daises and baby blue forget me nots. You've always adored the vividness of the neighborhood, but here...

It just stops.

It's like there's a line drawn in the forest. The fresh flora wilts and dies along it, the line marking there on out as dead. 

"Was there... a fire?" You ask.

"No fire."

Even the sky looks bleaker on the other side.

You step back, "Some sort of parasite?"

"No parasites. No fires. No droughts, floods, locusts, or diseases."

You step forward again, gaining a bit of courage. Slowly, you reach out, sticking it beyond the line.

Nothing happens. You feel normal.

"Why?" You finally ask. "Why is this here?"

"I can't say."

When you finally return to your house, it's later than you would've liked. It's past dinnertime and you haven't even eaten yet. As you approach, you notice a familiar face sitting on your porch.

"Hey!" Wally stands quickly, brushing off his pants. "I've been waiting for you!" He adds with a playful tease.

"I like to play hard to get." You prod him back, unlocking the door and welcoming him in.

His large eyes flick over you. You feel like you're being examined. "Where have you been?" 

"I'm sorry, Julie took me out on a tour of the town." You tell him. "I saw the market, the post office, Barnaby's house-"

"And you stayed in town the whole time?" He presses. "I looked for you, I didn't see you."

You chuckle, "You didn't have to come searching for me, I'm sure you have more important things to do." You avoid the original question. You're not sure why, but you feel like the forest is a secret between you and Julie. 

"You are the important thing." Wally follows behind you as you clean up the kitchen. 

You pause, then quickly resume your work. "Am I?" 

As you reach up to tuck a mug into the cupboard, Wally takes the mug from you, reaching up with ease to place it for you, "I would've imagined that you would've taken the hint by now, but it seems that I must take the liberties myself." 

Wally leans on the counter and faces you, "Do you find me attractive?" 

You're not sure what to say to that, you sputter out nonsense, "Well, err-"

"I find you attractive. Every part. I find your quips and teasing attractive, your laugh and the way your cheeks scrunch up when you smile, the curve of your lips and the paint droplets on your pants." He takes a second to breathe. "And honestly, there's nothing more in the world that I would like to do right now than to help you paint your house or whatever else you would ask of me." 

You wait a moment, processing his words. 

"Whatever I ask of you?"

He looks earnest, "Whatever."

You tug him into a kiss, closing your eyes. He seems surprised at first and the kiss is slow and hesitant, each of you too afraid to do much. You're slightly surprised, for such a smooth talker, Wally doesn't really seem to know what to do. Has he kissed someone before? 

You decide to take the lead. His lips are soft and gentle as you mouth over his bottom lip, tongue sticking out to play around. 

Wally's hands find their way to your waist, gripping you tight as if he's checking that you're real. His thumb rubs small circles at the small of your back.

He seems to mimic you, tongue poking out to prod at yours, eventually making it's way into your mouth to feel around. He's gentle, but he is slowly growing more confident by the second. Wally tugs your waist in tighter and tongue going deeper into your mouth almost possessively. 

The intensity of the kiss escalates quickly and you find yourself having to pull away to catch a breath. You open your eyes to find him staring down at you, his normally half lidded eyes wide open and exhilarated, a faint blush scattering his cheeks.

"I liked that." Wally says quietly. "We should do that more often."

_____

Life is great.

You've gotten quite a bit done on the house, mostly with the help of all the neighbors. The living room, kitchen, and bedroom are all finished and you've honestly never felt more at home. When you go to the supermarket, Howdy always greets you with a warm hello and a free sample of whatever the special of the day is. In the mornings, Eddie stops by for idle chat as he brings the mail. Whenever Poppy makes a new treat she comes over to give you some. Even with just a stroll through the neighborhood you're always greeted and smiled at by the other neighbors. 

 You sit in your backyard, cross-legged in the grass with your canvas propped up awkwardly on your legs. Your brush glides along the canvas, curving around to get the details just right. You bring the brush up to your face for a moment, biting on the wooden end as you think. 

"You look cute when you're concentrating."

You blink up in surprise to see Wally leaning on the side of your house, arms crossed. 

"How long have you been there?" You smile at him, setting down your canvas and standing up.

Wally merely shrugs with a grin. You run over to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He grips onto your waist, lifting you up and spinning around once before setting you back down and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. You hug him, taking a moment to enjoy his masculine cologne scent before pulling away. 

Yes, life is great. Wally Darling is yours.

“I was thinking you and I could spent the day together.” He hums.

You nod, “Let me just clean up my painting supplies-“

“Let me help.” Wally follows, carefully taking your paintbrushes as you grab your wet canvas. He trails behind you as you go inside, setting up your canvas to dry in your art room as Wally washes the brushes in the kitchen sink. 

When you return, you find Wally with his head tilted and eyes cast towards the ceiling, frozen at the kitchen sink. He doesn’t seem to notice your presence.

“Is… something wrong?”

Wally blinks, snapping out of it and turning his head to smile at you warmly. “No, of course not.” He replies. “I was just thinking.”

“Oh?” You ask, walking up beside him as he finishes washing the last brush.

“You haven’t been to my Home yet.” His half lidded eyes cast towards you. 

“No, I suppose I haven���t.” You say. “Odd, considering you’re over here all the time.

Wally chuckles, “Well, would you like to go?”

Before you know it, you’re inside Wally Darling’s house. It’s somehow exactly how you expected it to be. Everything is neat and tidy, carefully placed and well maintained. There’s an old charm to the house, as if it stepped out of the 60’s. 

“It’s weird being in here.” You say, wandering through his living room. There’s framed photos on the walls of Wally and his friends. You take the time to examine them.

“Why so?” Wally watches you with warm amusement.

“It just feels so…” You stare at a picture of Barnaby holding Wally in a tight hug. Wally looks like he’s being squished. “Personal.”

Wally laughs, “Well, it is personal.” He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you continue to stare at his pictures. 

“No, it’s different.” You tell him. “Somehow it feels like I’m getting a glimpse into your soul.”

There’s a pause.

“Well maybe you are.”

Wally lets go, turning and heading up a set of stairs. “Let me show you my painting room.” You follow after him.

He leads you to a large, beautiful room. With the high ceiling and long window sill big enough to lounge on, the room looks elegant. Coupled with the mass amount of paintings lining the walls and easels of the room, it looks like a modern art gallery.

“Wow, Wally.” You stare at his work, secretly jealous of his technique. 

He seems proud of himself. “I think-“

There’s a sudden loud crash from downstairs. You jump.

Whipping your head around, you turn back towards the door. “Did something fall?”

Wally merely frowns. “Yeah. Something fell.” He says, turning his eyes up.

“Oh.” You say. Clearly Wally seems to not be concerned with it, so you won’t be either.

“Why don’t we go back downstairs.” Wally suggests, taking your hand.

The two of you settle down on the couch. You giggle and tease Wally for his old school television. You swear that thing probably is still in black and white.

As you chat, you both slowly inch closer together. It starts with a simple finger brushing at your thigh, then an arm is popped around your neck, and then finally Wally is leaning in and kissing you. 

You let yourself be taken by the kiss, planting your hand at the back of his neck and brushing your finger along the base of his soft hair. Wally places his hand on your cheek and you press into it, tilting your head more into the kiss. 

Your chest flutters, eyes blinking open for half a second so that you can stare at him. To your surprise, his eyes are already open and watching you. He squints happily at you, smiling into the kiss as he deepens it, tongue pressing further into your mouth.

Wally’s other hand trails down your arm, causing goosebumps all the way. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive roof of your mouth before retreating back. 

You feel words pressed against your lips but you can’t hear them. They’re hardly even a whisper, more like he is just mouthing words. 

No, he’s repeating something. You try to understand him.

“I love you.”

You blink, pulling away from him.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

Yes, life is great.

Until it isn’t.

_____

Lightning cracks, illuminating the room as you finish up moving some furniture around. You stand with your hands on your hips, staring out at the freshly decorated art room. Finally, the work on your house is all done.

You could hear the wind beat about outside and the hard rain hit your windows. There was something odd about it all, though you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Storms are natural, after all.

Though, there hadn't been a single storm since you moved in.

Walking through the finished halls of your house gives you a sense of accomplishment. Patting the wall, you glance at the clock.

It's nearing time for you to meet up with Wally. The two of you had planned a date out to the pond to feed ducks, though you suppose that the rain ruined those plans.

You near the window, watching the dreary sky. It's midafternoon, but it looks like it's the middle of the night. Your eyes sweep over the neighborhood, making eye contact with Wally's house.

Wait, no, not eye contact. It's a house, it doesn't have eyes.

Still, the lights are on and now you have this odd feeling in your stomach.

As you look back up at the sky, you think the clouds don't look like regular rainclouds. They seem a sickly black color and you remember the forest that Julie had showed you. The dark clouds remind you of the baren land.

Is this a sign it's spreading? The lump in your stomach grows heavier. You feel dumb for forgetting about it.

You glance at the clock again. Perhaps there's enough time to check before Wally arrives. You rush to your mudroom, tugging on your rain coat and rubber boots.

As you trek through the rain, you wonder if you should've just stayed in your house. The wind moves you about, making you stumble over your heavy boots. The rain blows sideways, rendering your raincoat nearly useless as you're soaked anyways.

It's never rained this bad in the neighborhood. Actually, now that you think about it, it's never rained at all in the neighborhood.

Soon enough you reach the edge of the neighborhood, where the rot stretches as far as you can see. You were right, it seems to be spreading. The rot has crept forward, consuming what was once a small woodsy park path. 

You stare down at where the sidewalk ends and the forest starts. Why does the sidewalk stop?

Where is the road to lea-

"What are you doing out here?"

You startle, flipping around quickly. Wally stands in his usual attire, his navy hair and knitted overcoat soaked from the rain.

"I just wanted to explore in the rain." You lie. You don't even know why you lie. You trust Wally.

Right?

Wally glances towards the forest, scrunching his brows, "Did somebody tell you something?"

You quickly shake your head, "No, I was just walking around and... I found this." You gesture toward the forest. "What is this, Wally?"

Wally frowns, looking at you, not the forest. "It's been so warm lately, there was a small fire that lit up the grass around here." He looks up. "We really needed this rain."

It's a lie. Your stomach turns in knots. Wally is lying to you. This rot has been here a while. If it had been a fire, new green growth would've sprang up ages ago.

"We should get out of this rain." Wally says, water dripping down his face and arms. "So much for feeding ducks, huh?" He extends his hand.

You take it, though hesitantly. Before, you hadn't suspected that he would be a part of this, but now nothing makes sense.

"Wally, how did you find me out here?" You ask as you walk with him. "We were supposed to meet up at my house."

"Hm?" His eyes cast upwards as he thinks for a moment. "I suppose I just... had a feeling."

This makes you even more wary and you feel bad for it. You love Wally, and yet you're now doubting his motivations. You don't even know how he would have anything to do with the forest's color. 

You and Wally arrive back at your house. You grab a towel for him to dry off with and he rubs it over his plush skin. 

Plush skin?

You hadn't thought about it before, but isn't that weird? You look at your own hands. You are definitely not plush.

Wally throws the towel over his head, wringing out his hair. You stare at him and the more you look, the more unsettled you get. He has no nose, is that normal? Something in the back of your mind is telling you it isn't.

Wally's intense eyes peek from behind the towel. "Everything okay?"

"Yes." You shake your head, turning away. "I was just watching you."

He gives a lazy smile, eyes relaxing. "Well, I like watching you too."

You give a laugh, "Thanks, Wally." 

He stands, walking over and hugging you from behind. Before, it used to feel gentle and safe, but now it feels like entrapment. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses. 

"What shall we do now that our plans have been ruined?" He smiles, hot breath on your neck. 

You pull away from him, "Actually, I'm feeling a little tired. Maybe rain check?"

Wally's face falls, then suddenly lights back up again, "We could nap together-"

"No, no, I mean, I just want to be alone right now." You tell him. "I just... had a rough night's sleep."

Wally stares at you for a long moment, wide eyes peering into your conscience. Finally, he smiles, "Oh, no worries, neighbor." He hands you back your towel. "We'll do something tomorrow when it's less rainy, right?"

"Right." You nod, watching him head to the door.

Wally grasps the doorknob, turning to you at the last second, "Oh, one more thing." He leans towards where you stand in the kitchen doorway. "I wouldn't go exploring in the forest anymore, too many nasty things out there, if you ask me. Wouldn't want anyone getting hurt." He gives a light smile, opening the door and heading out. 

You watch him go, hurrying to the window. You keep your eye on him until he is home. 

Something is not right in the neighborhood. 

You throw your rain attire back on, determined to get to the bottom of this. You take a deep breath, patting the side of your house.

"We got this." You whisper.

As you step outside, you notice that the rain seems to have worsened. You hold onto the hood of your raincoat, pushing past the wind. When you reach the edge of the forest, you don't stop. Instead, you trudge forward into the rot.

It's squishy against your feet, with the occasional odd lump of hardness. Everything is wilted and scorched. You wonder what could possibly be the cause.

As you wonder, you start to really think about the circumstances in the neighborhood. You lift your hand again, staring at it.

Flesh. You have flesh. Not felt or feathers or fur. 

How did you move into a neighborhood with such creatures?

No, wait, how did you move into the neighborhood at all?

You bought the house... but you don't remember any real estate agents or documents.

You... you haven't even been working. What have you been doing? You've just been playing around the neighborhood. In fact, nobody in the neighborhood seemed to have jobs. 

Your brain feels fuzzy. None of this makes sense.

You're still hiking through the decay, finding nothing of note. That is, until you see green in the distance. You perk up, sprinting forward.

Yes, there is green grass ahead. Whatever the decay is, it isn't very big luckily. 

As you get closer, you furrow your brow. 

Somehow, you've ended up on the other side of the neighborhood.

How?

You step onto the grass, realizing you've ended up by the post office. 

That doesn't make sense. You walked away from the neighborhood, there's no possible way you ended up on the other side of it.

Perhaps you got mixed up. You turn around, jogging through the diseased wood. 

This time, you end up near Julie's. 

How do you walk away from something and end up back at it? 

Walk around the world.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Wally wanted you away from the forest for a reason. This is his world, and you're in it. 

You sprint up to Julie's house, pounding on the door. "Julie!" You yell. "Julie!" 

You get no answer, so you move over to the window, shielding your eyes against the glass to see inside.

There's no one there.

You tug your raincoat closer to your body, looking up at the ever blackening clouds. 

You have to confront Wally. 

Back at your house, you prepare to face him. You're not sure what to expect, but you want to be ready for anything. You dig through your belongings, procuring a baseball bat and a box cutter.

Your house whines against the wind, creaking and settling in the powerful storm. You sit for a minute, putting your head in your hands. All this work on your house, all this friendship, and is any of it real? Nothing seems to make sense. Why? Why is any of this happening?

As you leave, you sigh.

"I'll be back." 

The wind catches on your house and it whines louder. 

When you arrive at Wally's house, you go to knock on the door only to find it already open. You press it open, keeping your guard up as you grip the baseball bat. 

"Wally?" Your voice echoes off the walls as you step inside. It seems awfully dark in Wally's house. 

Lightning cracks, illuminating the front windows of Wally's house. For a moment, they are eyes, observing you. The lightning then leaves darkness and you hear the front door slam shut. You turn back towards the door, tugging on the doorknob only to find it locked.

"Caught the snitch."

You turn to see Wally illuminated in the darkness, a figure hanging over his head.

It's Julie. She hangs from strings, her limbs twisted and broken. Her jaw hangs unnaturally slack, face bloodied. 

"In fact, I caught everybody." More lights irradiate from the darkness, casting large shadows on the wall as they illuminate the bodies of the other neighbors, all in similar states. 

Wally walks towards Howdy, "Too much talking lately, really a shame. I wanted to have you willingly."

You stand frozen, hands still on your baseball bat.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He laughs. "Plus, they're fine." He gestures towards the bodies on strings above him. "I just took away their will. Clearly they couldn't be trusted with it on their own." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head disapprovingly. 

The edges of your eyes crease up. You still don't understand. 

"Come, let me explain." He gestures to the couch. You don't move. "Please, sit."

You don't.

Wally looks up. "Home?" 

To your amazement, a chair glides over, moving behind you and slamming into your legs, making you tumble down onto it. It slides over to where Wally now sits.

You clutch the edges of the chair in fright. 

"That's Home." Wally explains. "Home is... the source of it all. A manifestation of desire, if you will." 

You swallow, "It's alive?" 

Wally grins. It's wider and realer than any grin you've seen before. "Of course." He crosses one leg over the other. "It's alive just like you and me are alive."

"But you're plush." You tell him.

"I'm built on the desires of thousands of young children across the nation that watched my show." Wally looks nostalgic. "Oh, you were such a dedicated little viewer, you know that?"

"Huh?" Show? What is he talking about.

"You used to sit every night in front of the TV, you know that?" Wally continues. "And you would say, 'Okay, Mr. Wally, show me how to draw!' I taught you everything you know about painting."

 ... Yes, the show. How could you forget? The theme song starts to play in your head. You loved that show as a kid.

"You loved me so much." Wally sighs. "And I loved you, and then you went away."

"I was an adult." Of course you went away, you couldn't sit around watching TV all day. You had a job, you had a family... your family! How long have you been gone? "I had responsibilities." 

"I desired you." Wally looks at you desperately. "You desired a place you belonged! I watched you, how you struggled to fit in, the long hours at work, the family arguments. I made it all go away! You've been so happy-"

"They were struggles, but they were my struggles!" You shout, standing up. "You don't get to decide for me!"

Wally sighs, head falling to the side. "See, this is why I wanted you willingly." He casts his hand up. "Oh well."

You feel tightness tug at your arms. No, it's tugging at your bones. You look, thin wire strings protrude from your arms and spring from your legs, pulling you up towards the ceiling. 

"I'll just take away your free will for a while." Wally runs a hand through his dark hair. "Then you'll want to play along." 

You can feel the strings scraping against your bones under your skin. You struggle against them, getting yourself tangled in the process. 

"What shall we act out first?" Wally stands, pacing around the room. "We did have that pond date-"

You twist, reaching your hand towards your back pocket, where the box cutter is stashed. It's an awkward reach, but you manage to grasp it, pushing it open with your thumb and slashing at your strings. You fall to the floor, grabbing the bat and taking off running for the door.

Wally clicks his tongue, "You were so docile before you knew the truth. I'll have to stamp this disobedience out of you now."

You ram the baseball bat into the door, denting the doorknob until the lock falls apart and you can run out the door.

There's no exit. The forest loops. Surely there must be a way out, right? Where, where...

Wally laughs, "Where are you running to? There's no where to go!"

You don't know, but away from here. You sprint, running towards the only place where you feel safe, your house.

"My little viewer." Wally sounds agitated now. "Enough games. If you come back now, I'll go easy on you."

Over your dead body. You're out of breath by the time you reach your house, slamming the door shut and locking it, back pressed against the door as you pant and Wally begins to bang on the door.

Surely there must be something of use to you. Think, think... where is the exit out of this place? 

You hear Wally start to kick down the door. It cracks and starts to splinter with each kick. 

One of the neighbors' houses? No, they might've said something. 

Wally is stronger than you thought. With a final kick, your door crumbles, swinging open. Wally looks even more deranged now, eyes large and locked on you. 

"My dear," he breathes. "Let's be reasonable, come back with me." 

He extends his hand. When you don't take it, he frowns, moving forward. He grasps you by your face, fingertips digging bruises into your cheeks as he pulls you closer.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" 

You press your hands against his chest, trying to push him away. This only angers him more. Wally lifts his hand, readying it to fall down on your face. You close your eyes, preparing yourself for the eventual hit.

It doesn't come. 

You open your eyes to see Wally's hand still in the air. Except... there's a string attached to it. Wally's expression has changed from anger to fear, he stares at his arm as another string appears on his opposite arm. You back away from him.

Wally looks at you, "Please, don't-" He reaches for you, only to have his hand yanked away before he can. 

It's... your house. It dawns upon you quickly and more strings appear from Wally's skin. He struggles, the strings dragging him.

"Please, please, I can't-"

You look up at your house, reaching and patting the wall. "Take him away."

"Please-" 

Wally screams as the strings scratch against his bones, dragging him kicking and screaming towards your basement. 

_____

"Oh, I have some drinks in the fridge, let me grab you one!"

You weave your way through the bustling party, dodging Barnaby as he throws grapes in the air and catches them in his mouth and sliding past the way-too-handsy Frank and Eddie.

You're celebrating your finished house, and the party is going spectacularly. Two guests still haven't arrived, but you're not too worried.

You snatch up glass bottles of soda that you bought at Howdy's shop earlier that day and toss one to Sally, who gracefully catches it.

"You've put a lot of work into this place." Howdy says with a smile, leaning on the counter.

You glance over, "Yeah, I couldn't have done it without you guys though, thank you all for your help."

"Oh, you did most of it!" Sally waves her hand.

"It's just what neighbors do." Howdy shrugs.

The doorbell rings and you rush to the door, throwing it open to reveal Julie, holding a small present in her hands.

"Sorry I'm so late, I had to wrap your gift!"

"You didn't have to get me a gift!" You laugh, throwing your arms around her for a big hug. She squeezes you tight before you both pull away from each other.

"No, I really had to." She holds out the gift. "After everything you've done for all of us."

You gently take the wrapped gift as she steps into your house, waving at everybody.

"Hello everybody!" Julie squeals, making her way over to nudge Frank playfully. "And hello, Frank and Eddie!"

Frank turns a deep red, shying away. "It's really nothing-"

Eddie gives a wide smile, gripping Franks hand tighter, "Almost losing all your control makes you confess things."

Julie gives a light smile, "Well, we never have to worry about that again."

You politely set the gift on the counter for later, turning back towards everybody. "Then I propose a toast!"

"We'll need bread for that." Barnaby grins, nudging you playfully. You shake your head with a laugh, gently shoving him away.

Everyone raises their sodas, letting you speak.

"To freedom, to free will, to all of us. It's what lets us choose our paths, chase our dreams, and live life to our own terms. To making our choices, learning from our own mistakes, and creating our victories."

Everyone cheers.

"Most importantly, to you." Julie adds in, pointing her raised glass to you. "You've made this neighborhood a wonderful place."

This makes everyone cheer louder. You bump glasses with everyone, letting Barnaby rub your head affectionately and Sally rope you into a side hug.

"Now open the gift!" Julie claps.

You laugh, grabbing the gift and tearing it open. Sitting inside in a beautiful framed picture of everyone in the neighborhood.

Well, everyone except-

The doorbell rings again, and you politely excuse yourself to answer it.

It's Wally. He looks rough. Dark bags underline his eyes and his usually tidy hair is in disarray. He looks up at your house nervously.

"Oh, hello Wally." You watch him carefully. If you look close enough, you can see the strings buried in his arms and neck.

He holds out flowers, which is nice, you guess. You take them, opening the door for him to come inside. He hesitates, then steps in.

You linger, your eyes following him as he greets everyone else. He got what he wanted, you're stuck here. There's no way out.

You can see his stiff movements, the fish line strings tugging at his skin and bones, uncomfortably present at all times.

"Are you coming?" Julie yells. "Poppy's going to bring out the cake!"

"I'm coming!" You shut the door, rushing over.

It's all okay, because he's trapped too.

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hi! May I ask for a Yandere Werewolf Wally X Scared Human Fem reader? Basically the reader never liked Wally at all because they felt uncomfortable or uneased by his precence and Wally gets impatient or irritated that the reader won't accept his love and accidentally transforms infront of the reader on a full moon.

Yandere Wally Darling: The Things We Hide (Romantic Drabble)

TW/CW: Blood, scopophobia(?), bones breaking, home invasion & implied stalking

Off. That was the only way you could describe Wally whenever he was around. The others always say that that's just how Wally is, long before you've been here, yet you can't help but feel like his "oddities" seem to be more apparent when you're around, no matter how much you strived to ignore them. His tone & speech pattern so slow in comparison to the fellow neighbors, lacking any form of life whenever he speaks. Though the worst for you was his eyes— not his eyes really— his stare, that stare of his that never failed to make your hands feel clammy & your heart beating to ring violently in your ears, the complete opponent of how you felt when around the others.

You can't recall the last time you spent any time with Wally alone, some pictures hanging showcasing that you have had quality time with the yellow puppet but no recollection of those days come in your head. You wonder if you've ever felt the same unease when around him back then, maybe you didn't & it was recent when they started, or perhaps they were always there & you've somehow managed to ignore them long enough until now, you aren't quite sure. You're pretty sure Wally is aware of this too, considering he's been seeking you out with the wish to be alone with you, only for someone else to tag along on their own or you inviting them over.

Though now he's seemingly stopped, relieving at first, but now building this uncertain dread within you.

You jump slightly at the knocking on your door, the voice on the other side muffled. You curiously eyed the clock, it was late, far too late for anyone to still be up at. The knocking started again, though with more force onto the door, your hands clench, a part of you fearing who it was at the door at this time. You observe the door, waiting to see if whoever it is will knock again.

Your blood ran cold, not when the knocking resumed with enough force to break the door down, but when you heard it... His voice.

"Neighbor... Neighbor, are you home?" You stood there like a mannequin, muscles refusing to move, to hide, or to speak. "Why did I ask that? Of course you're here... This is your home after all...Ha...ha" that god forsaken laugh, you don't know if you utterly detest it or fear it, it's robotic nature standing out far too much. You fingers hoicked slightly, followed by your hand lifting up, unsure if you wanted to let him in or not.

"Neighbor... Please let me in" You eyes widen for a moment, this was the first time you've heard any form of genuine emotion from him. Despite the dread eating you alive from the inside, you take cautious steps towards the door, standing just close enough to wear you can reach the doorknob, & you wait. Wait for him to knock again, wait for him to ask to be let in, wait to see if you have the courage & curiosity to open it.

After what felt like an eternity just standing there you slightly step closer to the door. Kneeling to where you're directly looking at the doorknob, you lean you face & look through the keyhole in the hopes of seeing him there waiting for you... Yet there's nothing. No sign of him could be seen from the limited vision you had, a part of you felt almost relieved he wasn't there, that perhaps he decided to go back to Home & leave you be, yet you yearned to be sure.

You take a peek through the closed curtain binds next to the door, wary to ensure you don't possibly get seen. There was still no sign of him anywhere. You take a few steps back, still staring at the door, as if in belief that he's there, still waiting...

SMASH

Every muscle in you tautens as your mind screams at you to move —to run, though you aren't sure to where, to a room to hide or to investigate. A shadow enlarges on the floor that led to the kitchen, the rapid shattering of glass on the ground echoing & bouncing off the walls in what felt like a never-ending cycle. The most you could move were mere twitches of your fingers as a yellow hand grabbed the edge of the wall, dark blue hair was the first thing you could see before you saw it... the eyes, those god forsaken eyes.

"Neighbor..." A tint of exhaustion — as small as it was — was immense caught alongside his usual monotone voice, he opened his mouth though quickly closed it, as if deciding not to say another word. He takes a few steps closer, the little light in the room allowing you to see him slightly better, though it didn't say much as much of him was still shrouded in darkness. His hair, while maintaining its usual style, had chunks of it sticking out & poking in various directions as if he's forgotten to brush it, his clothes looked disheveled with on part of the bottom of the shirt sticking out almost covering one of the pockets, speckles of paint litter his shirt & pants, colors smeared across each other almost made him look like he was wearing polka dot pants.

You gaze raised to his face when he coughed, his expression exhibited exhaustion & fatigued, that was most noticeable in his eyes, the ones that when not looking at you looked like he was always in a daydreaming-like state, a wonder of the world around him like that of someone traveling on their own for the first time. Yet now he looked like he hasn't rested in hours, his posture seemed sluggish, of which you wouldn't of thought twice about if it was morning & he would have woken up at the moment, but no, he was in your house in the middle of the night, all alone with you.

"Neighbor... Why didn't you let me in?" He said, "I knocked... And asked, yet you didn't open the door and let me in..." You don't know how to respond to him, you don't think you can respond to him. "I...I was asleep...?" You try to not let your own uncertainty be known to the puppet in front of you, his stare stays on you for a moment before swiftly glancing at the door & back at you. "Oh, I'm sorry if I...disturbed you" You take a step back, slightly hugging yourself, "Why are you here Wally?"

You didn't mean to come off so blunt but you couldn't let the fact his in your house slide. Wally's eyes widen for a moment by your tone, a silent laugh escaping him as he strived to scarcely fix his posture. "Well neighbor, uh, I just wanted to know something" you narrow you eyes, arms going to your sides again, "Know what?" "...Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something?" You felt your hands get clammy, as well as you heart speed up, he stared at you waiting for an answer, your answer.

"I...I don't really know how to describe it" "Then try to describe it to me" You swear his voice raised in pitch when he spoke, genuine emotion that he for some reason didn't display when out with his friends. "You don't know how-" "Wally Darling" Wally stares at you in disbelief, the dim light reflecting slightly in his eyes. "You have no reason to essentially break into my house at this hour!" His eyes barely narrow before he shuts them tight, you don't get it, you don't get him at all.

"Wally, please get out-" "I need you to listen to me!" You breath gets caught in your throat, you didn't think it was possible for the yellow puppet to get upset, let alone angry. Wally grasped your arm, his hair getting a bit more disheveled almost covering his right eye. "You don't know how hard it is, how much it... Hurts! You avoiding my on the daily, do you have any clue how it feels to see you chat happily with the others yet you refuse to look in my direction when I'm around"

Wally pulls you closer to him until your faces are a mere inches away from each other. You roughly push away from him, the longer you looked at him, you started to notice something... He seeming slightly... Taller, & did he always have small specks of fur across his arms? "I... I just- I've tried really hard to be patient but you won't-" His breathing grows heavier, a but too heavier to sound like him. "How can I show you my love of you won't let me...!?"

He suddenly let's go of your arm & you attempt to make a run for it, but the sudden sound of what you can imagine are bones breaking has you freeze on the spot. You turn to face Wally & you aren't even sure what to make of what's happening. The sharp popping & crunching & cracking of bones swirl aggressively in your mind like a violent carousel, large lumps of hair form on his body as agonizing whine leaves Wally's mouth & god, you didn't ever think in a million years that skin stretching could make a sound. Sharp canine teeth begin to emerge, blooding dripping down his chin & hitting the floor, his face exhibits nothing but pain & horror— a mix of tears, blood & drool forming a puddle below him, or of what he's becoming.

God you wanted to look away, to run out & scream for help for Wally, but the fear kept you in place, your heart threatening to rip out of your ribcage from how violent & fast it's beating. Wally cries of pain quiets down & for a second, everything is silent. He shakily stands up, barely resembling the neighbor you were far too familiar with. One of the steel-like claws that were much bigger than his head rested on the ground, his snout— like his ears— cringed with a deep whine, drool & tints of blood oozed down his chin like a waterfall as he shrunk into himself.

Your legs move on their own & before you realize anything, you've locked yourself in your room. The placidity within the room alleviates you, almost forgetting of the lurid event moments prior... Keyword almost. Vehement banging brought you back to you situation, each impact on the door threatening to break it into nothing but splinters across your floor. "Neighbor... Open... The door..." Loud, ragged breaths escape Wally's throat, each word uttered from him taking a long pause like each word being chosen carefully.

You turn your head slightly & gaze at the window in your room, contemplating if jumping out was the solution. Though where would you go to if you leave successfully, which neighbor would you wake up to assist you with your situation with Wally? What if because out there there's more room for him to catch you? You head began to hurt, you lift your palms to your head from the growing headache, slightly wincing from its slowly growing pain.

You barely process your knees nearly giving out under you, just as you barely process the door splitting into splinters. A mix of a low grumble & a whine echo into you room as you legs finally give out, resulting with you on your knees. Your head hung low, you merely glance at the... Thing standing there, parts of his clothes ripped completely off with plenty of torns from the transformation, you figure most of the rips are from himself from his changeover.

"Neighbor... Why... Didn't you let... Me in...?" He took seven steps closer towards you, each one for each word he spoke. You seek to lift your head slightly higher, yet such a task was like a chain wrapped around your neck, preventing you from lifting it. It's not until a clawed finger that tries to touch your cheek had you shriek & then attempt to back away, though your attempt to crawl away became instantly futile when he grabbed a hold of your ankle.

Agonizing whines fell from his mouth— Snout, to be more exact. "Neighbor... Please..." Wally could barely speak, whatever words he could manage to spill sounded more like he had sand lodged in his throat whenever he opened his mouth. He tightens his hold on your ankle when you attempt to kick his forearm, his body shaking violently like an earthquake as he let's go when your kicks continue. You instantly strive to stand up & make a run, yet a pull from your wrist & being caged between a blanket-like chest & arms keep you from proceeding, it's velvety texture would've made you relax & succumb to slumber if not for the adrenaline pumping in you.

Wally lays his head on top of yours, jagged gasps & wheezes reaching your ears every three seconds as his claws— unintentionally— dig into your arms just enough to not draw blood. You heart rings far too aggressively in your ears, threatening to bust your eardrums as at this moment, you feel utterly helpless to whatever Wally has become.

[theslasherslut]

Hi! May I ask for a Yandere Werewolf Wally X Human Fem reader? But the reader doesn't like Wally at all.

mated pair

A/n: I had fun making it, it might be a little confusing towards the end

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You had always been fascinated by the mysterious TV show Welcome Home, and its cheerful and artistic neighbor, Wally Darling. You had watched every episode, solved every puzzle, and collected every clue that the mysterious Clown had left behind. You had even joined the online community of fans who shared their theories, fan art, and fan fiction about the show and its characters.

One day, you received an email from Clown himself, inviting you to participate in a special event. He said he had chosen you as one of the lucky winners of a contest, and that he had a surprise for you. He gave you an address and a time, and told you to be there alone.

You were curious and excited, but also nervous and scared. What if this was a trap? What if Clown was not who he claimed to be? What if he wanted to harm you or worse? But you couldn't resist the temptation of finding out more about Welcome Home and Wally Darling. You decided to take the risk and go to the address.

You arrived at a large and old mansion, surrounded by a high fence and a thick forest. You knocked on the door, but no one answered. You tried the handle, and found it unlocked. You entered the mansion, and saw a note on a table in the hallway. It read:

"Welcome Home, my dear friend. I'm so glad you could make it. I have prepared a special treat for you. Follow the clues and find your way to the basement. There, you will meet someone very special. Someone you have always wanted to meet. Someone who has been waiting for you for a long time. Don't be afraid, he won't bite... much. Have fun!"

You felt a chill run down your spine as you read the note. Who was this someone? Could it be... Wally Darling? You had always dreamed of meeting him in person, but you also knew he was not real. He was just a character from a fictional TV show. Or was he?

You decided to follow the clues and find out for yourself. You explored the mansion, looking for hints and puzzles that would lead you to the basement. Along the way, you saw many strange and creepy things: paintings with eyes that followed you, dolls that whispered in your ears, books that bled when you opened them, and more.

You finally reached the basement door, which was locked with a combination lock. You remembered that Clown had given you a riddle in one of his emails:

"What is red and blue and yellow all over?"

You thought hard about the answer, and then realized it was Wally Darling. His signature blue pompadour that contrasted with his Cardigan that had yellow buttons that went with his skin and he had a red necktie. You entered the colors on the lock: blue-red-yellow-blue-red-yellow.

The lock clicked open, and you pushed the door. You entered the basement, which was dark and damp. You saw a dim light at the end of the corridor, and heard a soft voice singing:

"Welcome home, welcome home,

You're not alone, you're not alone,

We're so happy that you're here,

We've been waiting for so long,

Welcome home, welcome home..."

You recognized the voice as Wally Darling's voice. It was the same voice you had heard on TV countless times. It was monotone and soothing, but also sad and lonely.

You walked towards the light, feeling both excited and terrified. You reached the end of the corridor, and saw a small room with a single window. The window was covered with bars, and outside you could see the full moon shining brightly.

In the room, there was a bed, a table, a chair, and an easel with a canvas on it. On the bed, there was a person lying under a blanket. On the table, there was a plate with some food on it: carrots, lettuce, celery, and radishes.

On the chair, there was Wally Darling.

He looked exactly like he did on TV: He has blue hair that is styled into a tall, spiraled pompadour. He wears a blue cardigan with yellow bordering and buttons, a white undershirt, a red necktie, vertically striped rainbow pants, and white-and-blue dress shoes with hearts on their soles.: he had furry ears and a tail.

He was a werewolf.

He looked at you with his big dark eyes, and smiled.

"Hello there," he said in his gentle voice. "I'm so happy to see you."

He got up from his chair, and walked towards you.

"You smell good, my apple" he said. "I learned all about you."

He reached out his hand to touch your face.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

He leaned in to kiss you.

You felt his warm breath on your lips.

Then You felt his sharp teeth on your neck.

You felt his claws on your back.

You felt afraid of what he might do to you.

So you kissed him back.

He parted from you to SAY

"Welcome home, mrs. darling"

Before all you know it, you see static until you don't remember who you were. thinking it was a terrible dream, Seeking your husband, Wally darling for comfort.

[tiredly101]

Hello! Hello!! Do you accept orders? If yes, could you do mine please???

Well, I don't know if you've heard about the alternate universe of Welcome Home where the characters have their reverse personalities (like the original Wally has a calm personality and while his alternative version has an angry personality and gets stressed very quickly, maybe even squeals).

What if your alternate self went to the original universe along with your girlfriend the Fem! Reader? Now there are two Wallys, poor reader?

(( Bonus: what if the reader only existed in the alternate universe. In universe the original Fem! Reader never existed, and also maybe it can have a little Yandere Wally? ))

This request is interesting yet confusing- Not gonna lie don't really know how to write this so I'm not going to do it dearie, I tried writing it but I deleted like five times soo I'mma write headcanons among the lines of this for you

Stalker's tango

Pairing: Yandere!Wally Darling x Jack Tiredly x Yandere!Female reader

Male reader,

Reverse Personalities llustrated Au, like I said on the top didn't know how to write the request but this is the closest I can get to it peep's, suggested to listen to Stalker's tango by Autoheart picture done by @eechytooru

Jack Tiredly was a sweetheart in almost every universe and the reverse personality universe was no exception. Jack in this universe is sweet, collected, calm, open with his emotions and very physical but the loving and oblivious detail of him stayed untouched

Wally Darling on the other hand was a grumpy character, strict, always sleepy and he had outstanding anger issues but he was always curious about Jack, after all he was quite the interesting character

F/n L/n was something, not nice yet not quite rude either, smart yet clumsy, obsessive but ruthlessly competitive, way too competitive

It all started with a hug from Jack, F/n was feeling down that day and he decided that a hug may help her feel better yet that simple action was enough for her to start obsessing

With Wally it went quite different, it was with tango. Both guys were so graceful and yet Wally's head just kept repeating the words of the song "Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me more~", such an easy way to get lovesick

F/n and Wally were quite clearly in war, proclaimed when Wally pressed a knife against F/n neck and only reinforced when F/n made sure to keep Jack away from Wally all of the next day

"Such a dangerous competition, don't you think?"

Additional tag: @waywardstardustcollector

[vampcubus]

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 .

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

›    kyojuro rengoku . tengen uzui . obanai iguro . mitsuri kanroji . sanemi shinazugawa . tanjiro kamado . zenitsu agatsuma . inosuke hashibira . genya shinazugawa . shinjuro rengoku . hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) . akaza . douma . gyutaro . gyokko . yushiro . hotaru haganezuka . kagaya ubuyashiki . muzan kibutsuji . yoriichi tsugikuni . kokushibo .

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀

›    cathleen bate / star and stripe . toshinori yagi / all might .

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐖

›    prince sidon . ganondorf .

𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

›    lo’ak . neteyam . kiri . spider . jake sully . neytiri . tonowari . recom quaritch . grace .

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍

›    john doe / joker . harvey dent / two-face . edward nygma / riddler .

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒

›    blitzø . fizzarolli . asmodeus . mammon .

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋

›    lucifer morningstar . adam . lute . sir pentious .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀

›    lucio . asra . muriel . julian . vulgora .

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

›    hange zoe . reiner braun . bertholdt hoover . porco galliard . pieck finger . floch forster . yelena . annie leonhart .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

›    goku . vegeta . gohan . broly (dbs only) . frieza . shin . zamasu . lord beerus . lord champa . whis . jiren . dyspo . piccolo . frost . krillin . android 18 . android 17 . cabba . gamma 1 & 2 . tapion .

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐈

›    mizu . akemi . takayoshi . abijah fowler (... not a word) .

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎

›    naruto uzumaki . sasuke uchiha . rock lee . kiba inuzuka . sakura haruno . hinata hyuga . shino aburame . gaara . kankuro . shikamaru nara . jiraiya . neji hyuga . orochimaru .

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

›    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

oneshots, quick thirsts/drabbles, and headcanons (note that my headcanons are a bit longform)

dom!reader x sub!character. top or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant.

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will write fem or gender-neutral for sfw (pls specify if you'd prefer a gn!reader)

fluff, smut, angst, horror. i prefer to write abt romance but platonic relationships are also welcome

i write primarily in canon but ask me about AUs

yandere!character

non-sexual non-con (non-con touching/affection), dub-con, controlling behavior, obesession, manipulation, blood & gore.

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega!readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: obamitsu x reader, uzuren x reader, inotan x reader, fizzmodeus x reader, ronal x reader x tonowari…)

hybrid au, demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom) catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys, etc...

despite the high saturation of nsfw content on this blog, wholesome fluff & sfw are very welcome! (i actually like writing sfw a little more 🫢)

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 : reverse comfort, bed sharing, confident/forward readers, vampires, monster/cryptid!character au, yandere!character, hybrid au, soulmate au, sickfics.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 : mommy kink, master kink, dacryphilia, pet play, collars, corruption kink, rigging, overstimulation, edging, spit kink, blood kink, vulnphilia, choking, pegging, rimming, praise kink, feminization, masochist subs, dumbifacation, size kink/size difference, monsterfucking, threesomes, harems.

›    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

sub!reader x dom!character

male/amab!readers

kink no-no's: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, foot fetish, piss play/watersports/omorashi, maledom.

sexual abuse, forced pregnancy, miscarriages, emergency requests.

[hunterwritesstuff]

👉👈U-uh can I get another yan wally x fem fanfic? Same kinda rules go with what everything is up to you!

Of course! Gonna go for something more fluffy this time around!

"Wally's darling"

You were standing around, humming in the kitchen as you chopped up veggies before scraping them into a broth. You wanted to make a stew for dinner tonight.

You perked up as the front door to Home opened and closed. Oh! He was back! "Honeyyyyy, I'm Home!" Wally chuckled as a door creaked. "No, wait, YOU'RE Home! Ha ha ha!"

He walked into the kitchen, smiling as he laid eyes on you. God, you were perfection to him. "Hellooo!" He waved.

"Hello, Darling!" You greeted.

"We're on a first name basis now!" Wally laughed.

That caused you to laugh. Did this man really think that that was just his last name? "Darling, did you forget that was a nickname?"

"Ohhhh!" Wally gasped. You chuckled, putting the knife down and walking over to him, picking him up in a hug. He chuckled, swinging his legs happily in the air.

You ruffled his hair, Wally squeaking in protest as he swatted your hands away. "Don't touch the poof!"

You rolled your eyes, putting him down and returning to putting the finished stew on the stove. "Heyyy!" Wally whined.

"Calm down, big guy, I'm just making sure dinner cooks." You sighed, already used to his antics.

He huffed, tapping his foot impatiently. Eventually, he got tired of waiting and grabbed your free hand. "What's with the sudden impatience?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mine!" He simply peeped. You chuckled. He'd always been particular about calling you his. He'd also been inclined to partake in PDA, albeit tame. He just wanted others to know you were his and he was yours.

And you two would be none the happier. :)

Hope ya enjoy!

[hunterwritesstuff]

Yandere Wally x fem reader you choose the plot but can you make it VERY SLIGHTLY suggestive?

I can see what I can do! >:3

"MY darling~"

Wally wandered over to you, pulling you into a hug. This wasn't odd, heck, it was normal, but his hug seemed tighter than usual. Probably because you were able to get outside for the first time in a while now.

He probably saw you talking to the other neighbors and it got his jealous streak going.

You looked down at him. "Wally, what's wrong?"

"You know I don't like you talking to the others...!" Wally whined.

You sighed. Figured. "Wally, you know my heart belongs to you." You frowned. "I just like talking to the others to see what they're up to and Frank-Frank needed my help earlier to locate a specific type of butterfly."

Wally whined again, looking you over. "God, you look delightful...~" Your face flushed bright red.

"O-Oh...!" You gasped.

You backed up as he started walking towards you. "G-Gee, what's with the sudden forwardness, Wally?" You asked sheepishly. You froze as he backed you up against a wall, trapping you there.

"Let me ask you this one question, hm?" Wally hummed.

"Wh-What?"

"How about I remind you who you belong to~?"

[hunterwritesstuff]

Yan!Wally x Princess!reader if you have the time!

Oooooh! I'll do my best! :D

"His princess."

Warnings: implied violence, stalking, obsessive behavior.

Wally staked outside at the bushes outside the castle. There she was. His princess. She was as radiant as ever. Everything about her was perfect~ Wally absolutely adored her.

He scowled in the direction of her guards, however. They were quite rude and kept him away from her. He wanted to do horrible things to them.

They kept him from his true love. They were the villains of this story. And villains needed to fall. HARD. And he had a vague idea of how to do it, too. Albeit more...ah...messy than his ideas usually were.

But in the end, he'd be with his true love. That was all that mattered to him. These two guards didn't matter. He never learned their names, so he had no attachment to them.

He wouldn't feel guilt.

"Home? Can I ask you for some advice?"

"Creak?"

"I wanna be with this pretty princess, but her guards won't let me see her. I have an idea of how to deal with them, but...i-it's not morally right, ya know? What should I do?" Wally asked sadly.

"Creeeeak."

Wally blinked, shaking his head a moment. "Wh-What? B-But...that's...that's wrong...!"

"SLAM."

Wally jumped as the door slammed shut. "N-No, you're right, I-I'm sorry!! I-I'll do it, just please don't lock me inside again!!"

"Creeeak."

Wally shakily got up off the ground he was kneeling at, grabbing the nearby knife. He just needed to get it over with. He shut his eyes.

Then he opened them again and there was felt and stuffing everywhere. God, what did he do?

He froze as he heard his beloved gasp behind him.

"Wh-What have you done?!" She shrieked.

Before he knew what he was doing, he turned his head towards her, making direct eye contact. "Solved a problem."

"Y-You killed them!!" She whined.

"I̷̡͐ ̶̳̊d̴̫̊i̵̟̓d̶̩͐ ̴̼̇w̵͈͝h̴̎ͅà̸̪t̸̟͊ ̸̝͘Ì̵̳ ̷̧͗ĥ̵̩ȃ̶̲d̵̟́ ̷̗͗t̵̺̀ö̷̤́.̵̘́" Wally frowned, face darkening. "N̶̪̒ò̸̤ẘ̸̰,̸͇̀ ̷̣̅t̵̰́ẖ̷̅e̶̙͂n̴̬̐,̴̺̏ ̵̺͝l̷̦͗e̷̗͛t̵͈͝'̴̀ͅs̶̛̼ ̸͍̍g̸̮̚o̶̞̐ ̶̣̿h̸͕́o̵̼͒ḿ̸̲e̷̢͛,̶̬͠ ̴̯͝d̸̖̾a̶̋ͅr̴͒͜ĺ̵̬ĭ̴͇n̸̹̕g̶̻͒.̶̼͛"

Hope ya enjoy!

[hunterwritesstuff]

Omg ur so good at writing part 3 since Cliff hanger???

Of course! :D Thank you so much! :D

"Stay the course."

Wally walked down to the basement once again, same as always. His princess deserved a better form of housing, but she refused to behave.

He'd keep her down here until she learned to behave. She would learn to love him. He loved her, so she had to love him. That was how it worked in the picture shows!

The guy ALWAYS got the girl. The knight in shining armor ALWAYS GOT THE PRINCESS.

So why didn't she love him? It wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR, IT WENT AGAINST THE SCRIPT, IT WASN'T FAIR, IT WASN'T FAIR, IT WASN'T FAIR, IT WASN'T, IT WASN'T, IT WASN'T.

He was putting ALL the effort in! He was taking care of her! He told her he loved her! What was he doing wrong?!

He reached the bottom of the stairs and looked at his princess. "I have dinner for you." He said warmly.

"I don't want it." She said coldly.

"You need to eat so you have your strength you know." Wally's smile wavered.

"I don't want it." she repeated.

"I'll leave it here for you. Touch it if you want." Wally sighed, putting the plate down and heading back upstairs.

When he got back upstairs, he shut the door harder than he meant to, sliding down it.

"...Home...?" Wally asked, tearing up. "I don't wanna do this anymore...! Sh-She's not happy here...!"

"Creak creak SLAM."

Wally jumped. "W-Well, y-yes, I-I had this th-thought formulate in my head, b-but i-it was just a thought...!" Wally whimpered.

"SLAM."

Wally jumped again, starting to shake slightly. "I-I know I thought those thoughts, b-but I-I never wanted to bring them to l-life!" He stammered. "I-I never wanted to..."

"Creeeeeak?"

"I-I never wanted to hur...." Wally trailed off.

"CREEEAK?"

"I NEVER WANTED TO HURT ANYONE!!!" Wally screamed. "Y-YOU KNOW THAT!!!" He cried.

"SLAM."

Wally flinched, shaking worse. "I-I'm sorry, I-I'll keep going with the plan! J-Just please don't lock me inside again!!" He begged.

"Creaaaaak."

"I-I'm good...I-I swear...!" Wally sniffled.

All through the rest of the night, all that could be heard from Home were muffled sobs.

[hunterwritesstuff]

O.o if I may request a part 2 to the Princess one? Mayhaps?

Of course!

"Hate the sin, not the sinner."

Warnings: Shrugging off blame, murder mention, implied kidnapping.

Wally sat in his living room silently, staring down at his hands that rested in his lap. He was really in deep now. If anyone ever found out what he did-no. No, i-it wasn't his fault-Home TOLD HIM to do it! I-It was never his fault! Home told him to do it! Home, Home, Home, Home!!

He shook his head. He just needed a walk. He needed to clear his head. He got up and out of his chair, stepping out through the front door. He started to walk through the neighborhood, feeling better already.

He was so caught up in the scenary that he didn't catch the sound of running footsteps coming in his direction. He quickly got bowled over by someone running into him.

A few moments later, he shook his head, everything coming back into focus. "Wally!!!" Wally soon recognized the distraught voice of one of his friends.

"Eddie? What's gotten you in such a frightfully fearful and frazzled state?" Wally asked.

"Th-The Princess, sh-she's missin'!! A-And her guards-th-they got minced!!!" Eddie cried.

Wally froze a moment. "Sh-She is...?" Wally asked, feigning sadness.

"M-Mhm...!" Eddie sniffled.

"Oh, Eddie..." Wally frowned.

"She was so nice..." Eddie frowned.

Wally patted Eddie on the back. Eddie never needed to know. "It's okay...I'm sure she'll get found, buddy..." Wally hushed.

"I just...wh-why her?" Eddie frowned.

"Hey...it's okay...do you want Frank?" Wally asked, Eddie nodding. "Okay, we'll get you Frank."

Wally walked Eddie off, searching for Frank. "Oh, there you are!!" Wally called, catching Frank's attention.

"Ah!! What happened?!" Frank asked, hurrying over upon seeing Eddie's state.

"Princess went missing. Her guards were..." Wally trailed off.

"Oh...You saw it, didn't you, big guy...?" Frank asked sadly.

Eddie nodded tiredly.

"You two can work this out, I-I'm gonna go Home...!" Wally said, Frank shooing him off.

Wally set off for Home, taking a deep breath as he opened the door and stepped inside. The banging on the door to the basement had stopped now.

He hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and throwing together a quick meal. He grabbed a small glass of water, and set off for the basement. It'd be fine.

He walked down the stairs, setting the food and water down on a table squatting down in front of his princess. "Hello? Hellooooo?" He called calmly.

"..." She didn't respond.

Wally rolled his eyes, tilting her chin up to make eye contact with him. "Helloooo? Can you hear me?" He tried again.

"..." Still no response.

Wally grumbled, shutting his eyes for a moment before they snapped open again and he snapped. "R̶̟̿E̷͓͑S̸̺̓P̶͎͝O̵͈͐N̴͔͂D̵́ͅ.̴͖͝"

She whined. Oh. Oh, how he loved that sound. "Please..."

"I̴͍̐ ̸̢́j̵̤̚ū̸̺ş̵́t̷̼̀ ̶͖̋g̶̗͗o̷̠͝ṭ̵̔ ̶̤̔ỷ̶̡ơ̷̪u̴͓̇.̴̣́ ̶̦̿A̵̩̍n̴̛̲d̷̦̐ ̷̧̚ỳ̸̻o̷͈̐u̷̩͒'̵̧̍r̶̜̕e̴͕͒ ̴͈̈d̴͇̊a̵̻̕m̷̬̀n̴̡͋ ̶̮̀c̵͝ͅr̷͈͋a̷͚̋z̵͍͝ý̴̗ ̴̜̿ȋ̵̯f̷̂͜ ̷̰̀y̸̺͐ö̷͈́û̴̟ ̷̲̌t̷̲͆h̴͚͆i̶̳̎n̸̩̈́ḱ̶͖ ̵͛ͅĬ̵̻'̸̼͊l̴̦̊l̸̥͠ ̵̱͆e̷͖̾v̷͇͐é̸͉ṟ̷́ ̸̗̊l̵̦͝e̸̝̐ţ̷͌ ̴̝̕y̵͖͛o̶͓̓u̵̡̿ ̷͚͠g̵̞̋o̸̠̓.̸̠̓"

[hunterwritesstuff]

Ahh the princess Reader X wally is the best thing I've ever read! Pleaseeeeee make another part!!!!

Of course!

"Shadows of the past."

Wally sat motionless at the top of the basement stairs. He'd changed so much these past few weeks...he wasn't sure what happened to him. Something was wrong with him.

Oh so very wrong.

But he didn't know what. He was more snippy with the other neighbors, he didn't like answering questions as much, and his paintings...he shuddered to think about them.

They were different, and not in a way he liked.

His princess still refused to talk to him. Why? What did he do wrong? He just wanted to be with her.

She was just being stubborn and ungrateful.

He immediately screamed and hit himself on the head. NO. BAD. DON'T THINK ABOUT YOUR PRINCESS LIKE THAT. BAD. BAD. BAD. BAD.

He shook his head, looking around at Home. Home had gotten a lot quieter ever since he started doing more of what it asked him to do.

He kept reassuring himself; it was for his princess, it was for his princess, it was for his princess, it was for his princess.

He originally hated the things he was being forced to do, but now he'd grown numb to it.

Everything bad started to pile up over the course of a few weeks, and he soon grew used to it.

He shouldn't have, especially not this quickly. Eddie was his friend, and yet, he still hurt him.

He slowly slid down the basement door. He started sobbing.

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...then it turned to laughing.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Part 6 plz???? God this is killing me with all the cliff hangers!!!

That's why I'm doing all the cliff hangers! >:3

"Gone off the deep end."

Warnings: Implied violence, obsessive behavior.

Wally didn't remember much. He just knew he was hiding in a dark place somewhere, calming himself down the only way he knew how. "un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix." It wasn't working, so he did it faster.

"un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix." It still wasn't working. His breathing turned into hyperventilating.

He never thought he'd act on those thoughts. He SWORE TO HIMSELF HE'D NEVER ACT ON THOSE THOUGHTS. BAD DARLING, BAD.

He wanted her to be his, he wanted her oh so badly! But he thought he'd get there with his morals intact!

He never thought he'd break his morals this badly!! He had to get away from where he was. He had to get away, he had to get away, he had to get away, he had to-

CRASH.

"Ohh..." Wally shook his head, quickly getting up. "I-I'm so sorry!!" Wally blurted out.

"Ow...Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Frank asked.

"N-Nowhere! J-Just Home!" Wally sputtered, running off.

Frank huffed, walking home. "Honey, I'm home!" All quiet. That was worrying. Typically, Eddie gave him a tackle-hug whenever he got home.

He looked around the house, worry growing with each step. Where was he?!

He finally came to the last room of the house, and rushed to the phone, calling for an ambulance.

Wally rushed to Home, gasping for air as his lungs worked overtime. Shit, shit, shit. He almost got spotted.

He hurried inside, closing and locking the door. He regretted it, but knew there was no turning back now. "No, no, no...what did you make me do?!?" Wally squeaked.

"Creak creak squeak?"

"WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO?!" Wally screamed.

"Creak creak."

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!!" Wally snapped.

"Creak. Creak."

Wally froze. "No...N-No, I-I never wanted to hurt ANYBODY! Y-YOU made me do that!!! You! You, you, you, you, you, you!!!" Wally snapped, stomping his foot a few times.

"Creak creak."

Wally chuckled as he slowly slid down the wall he had been in front of. "I'm going crazy in here...!" Wally cackled. He'd been cooped up inside for God knows how long.

"Creak creak squeeeeak."

"...no...no, you're right...I just need my princess...."

"She's the only one I need."

Hope ya enjoy!

[hunterwritesstuff]

Oh this is soo fucking good!! Part 4 if ya can!

Of course! Glad you're enjoying it! :D

"Crack."

Wally hadn't seen outside in days. He hadn't left. Home told him that if he left, she'd escape. She'd get out. He'd lose her princess.

Now, he knew he locked the basement doors tightly, there was no denying that. But he was still scared she'd get out and he'd never see her again.

"Creeeeeeeak." Home told him. Wally hated how right he was.

"Shut up already." Wally grumbled. "I miss outside." He sighed.

"SLAM." Wally flinched.

"Just shut up..." Wally groaned, covering his ears with his hands.

"SLAM. SLAM. SLAM." Wally tried tuning it out.

The door slamming continued for what felt like hours before Wally shut his eyes and....

Reopened them and it stopped. He looked around. No, no, no, the Home was a mess!!

He dashed around, cleaning up the mess. What happened?!

After he finished cleaning up, he got a meal together for his princess and AH!!! IT WAS ALREADY THIRTY MINUTES LATE!!

He hurried down the stairs, almost falling down, but catching himself just in time.

"Princess!! I-I'm sorry! I-I don't know what happened, I-I lost track of the time!" Wally apologized.

"I'm not hungry." She frowned.

"You say that everytime, and everytime, you eat all of it. Just say you don't want me around and I'll leave." Wally sighed tiredly.

She went silent. Wally sighed, putting the plate down and walking back upstairs. He paused at the top of the stairs before walking out and closing and locking the door behind him.

He slid down the door, head falling into his hands in his lap. He felt terrible. He just wanted her to love him. Why was all this necessary...?

"Why...?" Wally frowned.

"Creeak creeeak slam." Wally's shoulders tensed up.

"Th-That's not true..." Wally hesitated.

"Creak creak slam."

Wally frowned. Home was right. He needed to lock her up. He needed to keep her here. Forever. No matter what.

If anyone came by, he would just get rid of them. Easy.

Normally, he wouldn't fall to such low depths, but now?

Crack.

Hope ya enjoy! :D

[hunterwritesstuff]

Part 5 of Princess reader?

Sure thing! :D

Warnings: Wally being creepy, threats, and just overall yandere behavior.

"Something's wrong with Wally."

Wally was sat in the living room, sitting with a blank face, not even a smile. He'd been dealing with Home for so long. He finally cracked.

He jumped as he heard a knock on the door. Shit. He rushed over, opening the door. "What is it?" He asked abruptly.

"Sorry, I-I saw your mailbox was totaled, s-so I had to deliver your mail in person!" Eddie apologized.

"Of course." Wally nodded seriously.

"Y-Ya doin' alright? You've been acting...different ever since the princess went missing." Eddie asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Do you need anything else?" Wally asked, closing the door a bit as he heard banging against the basement door.

"Hey, what was-" Eddie started before Wally shoved him backwards.

"Stay out of it, Dear." Wally warned.

Eddie looked up at Wally in pure confusion. "Wh-What's gotten into you...?!"

"LEAVE." Wally snapped. "I DON'T THINK YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND DRAGGED INTO THIS BECAUSE OF YOU, NOW DO YOU?"

Eddie slowly shook his head no, backing away. "Good boy. Now get running, you still have rounds to make."

As Eddie rushed off, Wally sighed, heading back inside. "Stupid mailman." Wally grumbled, dumping the mail on the table by the entrance.

He sat down in the living room. She still didn't talk to him. He hated it. She'd been taken such good care of while Wally was taking care of her!

He gave her food, water, a place to live, a place to sleep, what more could she need?! This was far too frustrating!!

It should be easier!! It was so easy when the show was running, why is now any different?! He was frustrated! He loved her with all his heart, why wasn't she reciprocating?!

He groaned loudly. He didn't know what to do anymore. "....Home? What do I do?"

"Creeeeeeeak."

"...are you sure?" Wally asked.

"Creak creak."

Wally sat in silence for a few moments. Then he started laughing. It grew louder, and louder, and louder, until it became a cackle.

"I have one question, Home~"

"Creak?"

"Who?"

Hope ya enjoy!

[hunterwritesstuff]

>:0 so rude! I demand a part 7! (/j) take ur time dude these are really amazing I can’t wait for more!

Of course!

"Love me I say."

Wally was slumped against the door to the basement. It was yet another quiet night.

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Is what most people would say. Wally, however, heard chattering.

Home was filling his head with thoughts he was too tired to fight back against anymore.

He accepted it at this point. His once bright yellow fuzzy skin had now turned an oily black color, his eyes only visible now.

He'd taken to singing to himself daily. He remembered his first few days doing this. He fought it. He fought it so hard.

But now, he'd taken to listening to Home's every word. He knew Home only wanted to help him get with His Princess. He knew Home wanted him to be able to be with the one he loved.

And Home did just that. Sure, Wally had changed overtime, but that was bound to happen.

Wally cackled in the dark, empty Home. He'd learned some new songs from Home. One stuck with him.

"Grow as you may, like a sweet summer day, know this collar will stay just the same~" Wally hummed, taking his usual plate of food down to His Princess.

Setting it down in the basement, he returned upstairs, sitting down in his chair in the livingroom, smiling creepily. "I'm hurting and bleed, I need more to feed~"