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"Geez... how old is this stuff?" as I climb up into the attic, I look around. It was my grandmother's house, and recently, she passed away mysteriously and left the house to me. looking at the old memories all stored in this attic, toys from her childhood as well as my childhood, old clothing, and boxes upon boxes of miscellaneous objects, I felt myself at peace. I smiled as I picked up different items and inspected them. Eventually finding a box of pictures, and I sat down next to it, the floor creaking as I sat. shuffling through the photos as I smiled warmly at the old memories, some seemed odd, however, memories I didn't know the context to. they seemed to be photos of her old days working on television, she was a puppeteer, and some said that she was so good at her job, it was like the puppets were alive.
After a bit of searching through the different photos, and walking around the attic a little bit more, I come across something that I didn't expect my grandmother to still have with her. a puppet, sitting on one of the old couches in the basement. It had yellow-felt skin and blue messed-up hair. its clothes were old, torn, and ruined. With one of his arms, and an eye missing. It looked to be almost identical to the one in one of the photos I saw. I gently picked him up, making sure to be gentle and careful with the little guy.
"Aww... you poor thing" I muttered quietly to myself, gently cradling him gently. I smiled down at him, I knew a little bit about sewing, maybe I could fix him? I looked around quickly at the different items in the attic, my eyes landing on a sewing kit that was seemingly next to him, and I set him down on the couch, reaching over and grabbing a thread and needle from the kit. Taking the thread, I start to sew his arm shut, gently not to tear the old felt fabric. As I finish the stitch, I take a second to admire my handy work "All fixed little guy!" It felt strange, talking to an inanimate puppet, but I still smiled as I looked down at the puppet.
"Th... ank... you..." I jumped back a little bit as the mouth of the puppet moved a little, its eye slowly moved to look at me. My eyes widened, as I was frozen in fear, the puppet was moving by itself. It slowly moved its head to face me, looking at me with a smile plastered on its face. Out of fear, I started to run to the door of the attic. "W-WAIT!!" I stopped, hearing something fall from behind me, I look back over to see the puppet down on the floor, it seems to have fallen trying to chase after me. It was whimpering in pain, how is this possible?
"Don't... lea... ve... me..." It gently muttered out, speaking like it hadn't spoken in years. I started to feel a slight bit of guilt for the puppet, closing the door of the attic behind me, and walking over to the puppet, taking a knee next to it. "I... how are you?-" I stuttered my words, not sure how this thing was alive, but obviously, it was in pain, and it hurt me to see anyone feeling this way. I took a deep breath and gently lifted him onto the couch once more, he seemed limp and stiff, his voice was quiet and broken, like he was abandoned for years.
"You better explain what the hell is going on..." a confused and concerned look spreading on my face as the puppet smiles softly "Ha... ha..." The puppet laughed, shaking like it was somehow overwhelmed, so I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "What... who are you?" his shaking calmed down a little bit, and looked at me, his eyes seemed empty and dull, soulless even, but at the same time, he looked like he was feeling a lot of emotions at the same time. "Names... W... Wally..." My eyes widened, and memories started to flood back to a show that I watched growing up, one that my grandmother worked with.
"Wally? Like Wally Darling?" his puppet mouth curved upwards into a smile, nodding his head gently. "How are you... are you possessed or something?" He laughed weakly once more "Not... something you... see every... day, huh?" Even though he was obviously traumatized and scared, he joked. something that honestly surprised me. "Your... name is?" his voice started to return to normal, as I reluctantly told him my name, his eyes widened a little bit, his stare not once turning away from me.
"Its nice to finally meet you Y/N!"
"Finally?"
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★~Vintage Soul~★ (Welcome Home AU)
FanfictionWelcome Home AU takes place in the future, where Wally is an abandoned puppet in your grandmother's attic, and you try to teach Wally about the modern world Might have some angst and fluff, Might abandon this story later if I feel cute :) Characters...
