Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood | Wally Darling X Reader

Chapter 2: New Neighbor

As I sat up, my head spiraled. I was hit with a flash bang of color, causing my migrane to grow. I decided that laying back down was ths best option right now. Just then, two felt puppets leaned over me. One being tall, blue with polka dots, and seemingly a dog, and the other being about my height, with a deep blue pompadour, and soft, drooped, black eyes. I immediately recognized the two to be Barnaby and Wally.

Sitting up, my migrane dying down, Barnaby walked over and gently lifted me to my feet. "Hey, a new neighbor! Well, kid, introduce ya'self!" He said, his booming voice pounding into my head. I blinked one or twice, and said, "I, uh, I'm Y/N." Wally seemed slightly taken aback, yet he kept his composure. "Ha. Ha. Ha. That's a nice name, neighbor. I'm Wally Darling."

He held his hand out to me, seemingly for a handshake. I hesitated, but shook his hand nonetheless. Barnaby gave me a huge, bone crushing hug, set me down, and said "Heya, I'm Barnaby. Nice to meet'cha, kid!" I smiled nervously and waved, feeling tired and woozy. I shook my head, in an attempt to regain my focus, and looked between the two. "So, uh.. how did I get here?" I asked, visibly confused.

Barnaby and Wally looked between each other, then at me, and let out a little laugh. "Oh, neighbor, you moved here! Silly, silly." Wally looked at me, his smug, persistent smile ever so slightly widening. I giggled nervously. From the pictures and secrets I found on the website, nobody would want to be on Wally's bad side, and something told me I had to play along, or else.

 "Oh, okay, I must've hit my head or something!" I smiled anxiously, and Barnaby somehow fell for this blatant lie. "Ah, well, 'ope you get better! See ya 'round, kiddo!" He waved me off, and walked away. "Bye, new neighbor." Wally said, blowing me a kiss and walking off, following Barnaby. I was left there, in a bright, vibrant new world, now three feet tall, and stuck with no way out.

I wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, looking for a place to stay. Just then, I noticed a strange hill. I walked up, and saw an unfamiliar, seemingly new house. It was a light blue, with a vibrant pink roof and two windows, the lining of the windows being a bright, golden yellow. It had an assortment of colored flowers in front, along with a balcony on the second floor, which, from the outside, looked like an attic. I opened the door, greeted by the living room.

Welcome Home, I guess.