~Welcome home~ Wally Darling X Reader

Welcome, Neighbor!

You stand, staring at the door without a word. Unease crawls up your spine as the eyes stare down at you. You could feel your body beginning to tremble as your thoughts started to spiral. 'This was a bad idea. What if they all hate me. What if they hurt me' What if, what if, what if. They swirled around your mind, consuming all you were and all you had. You couldn't stop them. It crushed you. You couldn't move, you couldn't breath, your palms were sweaty.

The world started to spin. Your body moved without you telling it to as you stepped backward. You thought you saw the door open but were too lost in your own mind to really see it. Someone approached me but I didn't notice them. They stared at me but it was washed away by all the panic already holding me captive.

He touched your shoulder and you collapsed. The last thing You heard before smacking your head on concrete was a monotone 'ahhhh'

A light penetrated through your unconscious mind as you started to wake. As you blinked your eyes open you flexed your fingers and wiggled your toes, just to make sure it was all still there. The second thing you noticed was that you were being poked by someone. You let out a startled scream, shooting up in a panic, bonking your head onto the person standing over you. She stumbled backwards clutching her hands to her forehead, screaming just as loud as you were.

The screaming pulled you from your startled state. As the blonde lady calmed as well you went through one of your breathing exercises. You observed the crowd gathered around you, and the room you had been placed in. The walls were a warm yellow color, a pleasant smell in the air. Despite the cold just outside the house, a warmth settled over you comfortingly. A gargantuan blue dog smiled at you around the pipe between his teeth, waving gently to calm your nerves. An even taller Caterpillar chuckled and nodded kindly. You continued to self regulate as you hesitantly grinned at a grumpy looking man with gray felt.

Holding his hand was a strong looking man in a postal uniform. Your head swiveled towards an anxious tittering. The source of the sound was an incredibly large red bird, with pretty multicolored tail feathers. A woman with a star shaped head grinned widely at you, sizing you up with a mysterious glint in her eyes.

Standing opposite the dramatic blonde with small orange horns was a very strange sight. His blue hair was styled into a tasteful pompadour, he smiled calmly with half lidded eyes. His eyes, you noticed, were a hypnotic dark black. You stifled your amusement to find his short stature meant he had to look up at you, even just slightly, despite the fact that you were sitting on a bed.

"Good morning, Neighbor." The short yellow man hummed in his calm and slow, almost monotone, voice. He waltzed over smoothly, his eyes shifting from side to side, drifting in and out of situational awareness. He gradually slid toward you, buttery and smooth steps; as if he was floating. And then, suddenly, his expression juxtaposed itself with his demeanor as the yellow man cocked his head to the side. He continued towards me with his half lidded gaze. "I am sorry for your little spook earlier, Neighbor" He asked with a soft, polite, and cat-like grin.

"I-i-it's okay, S-Sir." You spoke in a quiet, shaking voice. You averted my gaze from all the new faces around you, staring at your feet instead. You could feel their eyes beating down on you. 'Their judging me. They don't want me here. I- I made a fool of myself. I should leave before I cause more trouble. I should make a treehouse in the forest and never talk to anyone ever again!' You couldn't banish the thoughts from your mind as they began to spiral. Softly your hands tap, tap, tap on the surface you were seated on as you began to stim. "Your uh... You're Wally, right?"

The yellow man, who you now knew was Wally Darling, gave a gentle nod, offering his hand out for you to shake. Instead of shaking it, you stared at his hand with sweat dripping down your felt forehead. After an ungodly long and uncomfortable silence of being stared at, the star headed women loudly whispered "you're supposed to shake his hand". You could feel yourself flush from embarrassment.