I'm Home! (Wally Darling x reader)

Warning!: This chapter has multiple mentions of pain, death, oxygen deprivation, and suicide. Reader is also showing signs of depression. Read at your own risk, but if you're from the Welcome Home fandom (which you should be) you're probably excited anyways.

It was dark and cold. You couldn't see a thing.

You couldn't see your surroundings.

You couldn't see yourself.

You couldn't see him

You felt numb. You couldn't feel the ground beneath you. But all of a sudden-

Pain.

Excruciating pain. It hurt in your stomach and your head. Your arms went limp at your sides from exhaustion. If you had been standing, your legs would have given out by now.

You went to gasp, but you couldn't.

Breath,

Breath...

BREATH

You felt like choking. Your lungs felt tight, as if they had clenched themselves around your throat. You were so tired. You wanted to pass out, but knowing this sick game they wouldn't give you that pleasure.

Your body was shutting down, and you could tell. It felt like drifting off to sleep. Almost comforting.

All of a sudden, the situation felt amusing. You went to laugh, but you couldn't. Wait, WhY wAs ThaT?

WAs tHis HoW YOu wErE GoIng tO DiE?

WhAt A fuNNy waY to DIe!

ha hA Ha

LaUghINg tO sLeeP

But they wouldn't give you that pleasure.

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"AHH!" You awoke with a gasp and a slight yell. Your breathing was quick and labored. You clenched onto your blanket, getting a hold of yourself.

It was all so vivid. Well, you meant clear it wasn't exactly the most colorful nightmare. You couldn't remember ever having a dream that life like.

You placed your hand on your throat, it felt so strange. It was horrid to think that in a second, this could kill you. You clenched your eyes shut, feeling something run down them. You hiccuped whilst wiping away a tear.

You grabbed on to the nearest pillow for support. As soon as you held it, the fear subsided. Taking a few breaths, you took a second to stare at the pillow in question.

It wasn't a pillow at all. "How did you get on my bed?" You asked the puppet. "Thanks, I m-might've broken d-down without you," you mumbled through sharp breaths.

Were you going insane? It was a question you would ask yourself often. When you couldn't figure out why people talked to each other, when you felt as if society as a whole was broken and useless, when you thought about the fact that there was no reason to live. 'Am I going crazy' came up a lot.

"Huh," it was here that you realized something. Even though you thrashed around during that dream, you could tell you were tucked in nicely.

You looked up to the analog clock on the wall. "Seven o' two," you read.

"Well, after a nap like that, I'm not getting any sleep, am I?" God, when you heard people say 'talking to yourself sometimes is healthy,' they obviously hadn't met you.

"Alright, might as well get you washed up," at the office building, a few kind people taught you how to clean up the puppets. 'Why?' Well because they had a feeling Wally would never make it out of your house. Well, they were wrong.

You got some rubbing alcohol from the back of a cupboard. Grabbing a cloth and the puppet, you took them all to the bathroom.

You rubbed the paint off of the puppet, then hand washed it. You would've thrown his clothes in the washer, but surprisingly they were sewn on.

"Wonderful," you said admiring your work. It wasn't much, but he was a much greater sight now. "Now, to get to these," you muttered, eyeing the tears along his seams.

You were lucky your mother taught you to sew. Well, back when you were on good terms with her, that is. You even had the perfect orange thread to go with his yellow felt.

"All done!" You exclaimed. Taking a second to admire the restored puppet, you couldn't help but imagine his smile was a bit brighter.

Or, maybe you weren't imagining it.

Nonetheless, you headed to bed. It was twelve after all and you wanted to get rid of your horrid sleeping habits. Despite it being a bit unprofessional, you hugged Wally to sleep. You felt safer around it for some reason.

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"Short, but sweet. I honestly can't tell if I'm moving too fast or too slow at this point. Vote if you liked it and I'll see you next time ;)"

-Coffee