TW: Mention of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discrimination, arguing?, panic attack, mentions of death, mention of sickness, grief (edited May 10th) cannabalism (edited May 11th)
I am a terrible person :)
3rd person omniscent POV whole chapter
Thank you @L1vidd for part of the idea used here! (edited May 11th)
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"The pie is almost cooooooooooooooooooold!" Julie complains, slumped over Poppy's kitchen island. Nobody even bothered to respond, except Frank, who only sighed in response.
They've been waiting for half an hour, waiting for some kind of update. Everyone was starting to think Wally wasn't coming, making then all on edge, until Wally burst through the door, almost breaking the hinges.
A few minutes earlier:
Wally and Barnaby were walking to Poppy's barn, when Barnaby suddenly stopped.
"Are you okay?" Wally asked, completely oblivious to what Barnaby was about to say.
Barnaby twiddled his thumbs as he spoke. "Um Wally?" Wally heard his tone change, eyes worried, yet smile chipper as Barnaby continued, "I'm kind of hiding something from you."
Ms. Beagle, who had been hearing this exchange while behind them, felt as though she needed to stop it. "Barnaby-"
"Mom," he said respectfully, "Doesn't he deserve to know?"
Ms. Beagle sighed, knowing he was right. "I guess so."
Barnaby started explaining to Wally what was going to go down when the got there. "Wally, everyone's at Poppy's barn." Wally shot him a 'how dare you' look as Barnaby continued."You're parents said they wanted to talk."
Wally felt a twinge of anger towards everyone, but knew he had to do this. They'd never leave without getting the last word.
"We're all rooting for you Wally, and you don't have to go if you don't want to," Barnaby said, hoping that Wally would turn back. He hated seeing Wally so down.
Wally sighed, deciding to save his words for this 'talk'. Barnaby and Ms. Beagle followed closely behind.
Present time:
Wally burst through the door. "You're going to break it!" Poppy screeched, worried for the old hinges keeping it attached to the wall. Wally didn't even apologize. As kind and cordial as he was trying to be, he couldn't help but be scared. Scared enough to not register his own strength.
"Who wanted to talk to me again?" he said, adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Everyone was shocked. Despite the circumstance, Wally was surprisingly calm. Of course eyeing Barnaby for ratting them out.
Frank, being the boldest of the group, pointed towards the living room. Truth is, just as everyone else, he was petrified of what might go down in the barn.
Poppy always had a modular couch. A nine seater, one for every neighbor including home. Though home couldn't technically sit on a couch, Poppy always wanted to be prepared. Wally walked his way there, calming down as he stepped. It felt like forever, yet way too early as he sat on the couch in front of them, in Home's abandoned seat near the opposite edge.
He sat rigidly as always, usually to show his attention, now used in worry and anger. The emotions swirling in his stomach didn't help his cereal situation, grimacing with the new feeling.
"Willow." his mother said, trying to grab his attention. How he hated that name. He looks up at her, waiting for her sorry excuse of being a loving mother. "You know me and your father have always loved you-"
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