~Welcome home~ Wally Darling X Reader

Beautiful Dreamer, Little Runner

It was a quiet evening. The only sound you could hear was your own breathing and the tick tick ticking of the clock somewhere nearby. You wondered if this was what peace was meant to feel like. Either way, you enjoyed it.

The stars twinkled in the sky above you as though they were dancing. It felt like a special show was being performed for you all on your lonesome. You'd never felt so...... alive. Was the word alive? Did that word serve the purpose of explains how absolutely enamored you felt? You decided not to dwell on it.

Ever so quietly you walked. The pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter, of your feet now becoming the second thing you heard. It was soothing and routine. A smile tugged at the corners of your face, and you didn't try to pull it back. For you were alone in the dark and no one would be around to question it. Or so you thought...

Abruptly, your gentle quiet of the night was penetrated by a sound very much so not your own. You froze in your steps, color draining from your felt face. You anxiously listened to the noise. "Home.... Please!!" the voice yelled. It seemed muffled and far away. The sound of banging on glass followed. "LET ME OUT!" It was Wally..... he was trapped.

Your feet moved without your command, like a string pulling you toward the commotion. You'd become a puppet to your own whims and were drawn forward. A sense of dread washed over you as you went. "....Wall....y?" You call quietly into the cold night. "Are you alright?!" You call loudly.

....No reply. You kept moving toward the looming red Home. It freaked and shuttered and moaned. Reality seemed to warp around you as blood seemed to trickle down from the windows.

Drip.........

Drip.........

Drip.........

Went the crimson liquid. It spilled onto the ground faster, faster, FASTER. You couldn't rip your eyes away. It was like a waterfall, slowly getting closer to your felt toes. You couldn't move. Whatever strings that took You here had dropped you here.

The breath caught in your throat as you tried to scream. Even if you'd managed to make a sound it had been muted by the rawr of the blood flow. Fear gripped at you like hands from the darkness. Their tight hold refused to let go no matter how you tried to tug it away. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. All you could do was watch the quickening blood approach you.

It reached closer and closer, dripping down from

Home's window sills. The inside of the house was dark as the void. You couldn't see inside it if you had wanted to. If you had been able to. The warm blood washe across your feet, causing your stomach to churn. It clung to your felt, even tighter than the fear had. The Crimson ocean soaked around your feet, drowning more and more. All you could see was the sickening blood. You watched the study flow as it further carcassed your feet, brushing your upper legs with its warmth.

It surrounded you more, swallowing you up inside of its current. You couldn't breath, you couldn't scream. The blood crushed into your frantic body as you struggled against the horrifying power it held. Powerless you were against this drowning opponent. Further and Further you sunk in a frenzy. Gasping desperately at anything you could. Useless. Useless. Everything. Failed. Dying. Like evil hands reaching directly for your soul it pulled you further.