Pink Elephants on Parade (Wally Darling x reader)

Dreams

You woke up with a cold sweat. You could hear your heartbeat through your temples. Your eyes wide open, fixed on the ceiling. You quickly sat up, panting. It was Wally! Wally was in that dream! It was so nice and soothing. You clenched your hands together to get them to stop shaking as you tried to remember what happened in that dream.

He said hello, you talked, you remembered laughing. But about what? What was he saying?
You groaned and let yourself fall back on your bed. You waited for your breathing to regulate before stretching your arms upwards.

You knew it in your guts. Those nice colorful dreams were always about Wally. Maybe you never really forgot about this beloved show. Did it have that much of an impact on you? Well, again, with everyone avoiding you, it was the only friend you had.
'Man, I sure was a sad kid.' you thought, letting out a small 'heh'.

Today was your day off, so you took your time to eat breakfast. You kept thinking about that dream. You wondered: if Welcome Home had such a big impact on you, how come you almost can't remember anything about it? Can you even remember the theme song?
"Welcome~ Home." you sung under your breath with a frown.
You shook your head. That didn't sound right. How come you couldn't remember? Was it just you? You looked up at the ceiling. Maybe you needed to dig out those memories. You finished breakfast and went to the attic.
When you moved out, you brought all of your old belongings with you. Not only did your mom want more space, but also, you couldn't bring yourself to throw it all away, it was once again your guts telling you not to. Even though you haven't looked inside these cardboard boxes in literal decades. You thought maybe those hoardering tendencies will become a problem in the future.

You rummaged through old furnitures, some belonging to the old owners. Eventually, you found a few boxes with your name labeled on them. One of those boxes, the biggest one, had 'toys' written on it as well, underlined three times. You got on your knees and with difficulties, you removed all the junk that was above it. It all dropped on the floorboards, creating clouds of dust, visible in the light of the flashlight you've brought with you. You sneezed a few times, waving your arm to make it go away faster. Finally, you opened the box, then immediately shut it closed. Your face became paler.
Okay. You were going to have to take this downstairs.

It was nothing but Welcome Home related stuff. You couldn't help but feel a bit disturbed.
If you loved it that much, how come you forgot all about it? Why can't you remember?

You figured maybe it'll all come back to you once you've looked at all of this. You began to get the toys out one by one, placing them on the living room carpet where you've settled. And it worked! You remembered playing with all of these. You were smiling ear to ear as you recalled. There were so many of them. An Eddie and a Frank paper doll, a cassette player, singalong vinyls, a Sally ragdoll, a Julie mirror with a hair care kit – the blue plastic hairbrush still had some of kid-you's hair tangled in it – a Barnaby blanket, Eddie pencils, a Poppy apron, a bunch of posters. To list a few.
But there were two times when you really paused and examined the toy.

One was a plastic phone with a rotary dial. Instead of numbers, there were pictures of the Welcome Home characters. You recalled being able to 'call' them, but really, it was all pre-recorded messages. It was one of your favorites. You noticed the Wally one was the most worn out. Clearly, you'd call him the most.
"Gee (Y/n), which one's your favorite?" you asked yourself in a silly voice before snickering, feeling embarrassed for yourself.
Turning it over, you couldn't see your name labeled anywhere on it, unlike all the other toys and items. Which was weird, if it was your favorite toy, then why...?

You also saw that it worked with batteries, the small compartment for which was empty of course. You stood up and rushed to look for some, taking the phone with you. It was an old toy so it took a while, but you found some that could do the trick. You put them in and turned the phone on. It rang the second you did.
"Oh wow." your face twisted a bit at the piercing, loud ring of a toy phone that's been squished in a box in an attic for so long.
You wondered if it was to signify that it was turned on, or if you were supposed to pick up. Well it was still ringing. You mostly remembered being the one making the calls, so you weren't sure. It actually hurt your ears now. You reached for it, but it suddenly stopped. You blinked twice.
"Oh well." you shrugged and brought it back to the living room with the others.