~Welcome home~ Wally Darling X Reader

Made to be broken

"you sweet little thing.....~" He cooed in a fake sweet voice. The disembodied hands found their ways to your cheeks, gripping you from behind. They dug into your felt. Pain shot through your body as you tugged at him . It was a type of sharp agony, like sharp knives slowly burrowing into your body. Sepereting your wonderful felt from the stuffing safely located inside. deeper, deeper he dug, trying to get through. He wanted to hurt you.

His fingers penetrated your delicate soft outer layer, curling deeper and deeper. The agony exploded further inside you. Overwhelmed, your knees buckled, sending you limp to the ground, but he wouldn't let you fall. And so you hung there, suspended solely by his hands. Further he ripped, ripped, ripped.

You couldn't scream, you couldn't cry, you couldn't move. As much as you yearned to get away.... you'd become hisfavorite little puppet on a string. your stuffing pooled around his hands and cascaded down. slowly the white fluff dripped like water from the tear he created. "Poor little birdy, watching their wings get clips~"

The searing sensation changed as the hands released from your delicate felt. You swayed back and forth for a moment on dizzy, shaky knees before finally hitting the ground. The floor beneath you was littered with wet mud and sticks and leaves, but it was more inviting than the hands had been.

Footsteps cascaded next to you as he circled you. The pain still bubbled and burned inside your body but it was starting to subside. Gently, gently, your breathing returned to its normal state, leaving the not so foreign state of panic.

As peace started to fizzle in your head, you felt those hands on your back. Slowly they moved along your spine. It wasn't in you to care though. Similar to those feelings of sitting on the beach and watching waves, or listening to birds lovely trill in the morning air, peace filled you.

Replacing the spilled fluff still dripping from your wounds was the feeling of utmost serenity. Briefly you were aware of the man still talking. Barley was his colored clothing, his disembodied hands, his ... floating head that looked surprisingly like Wally's house......

That peace aggressively surged through your body again, the fizzle in your mind louder now; distracting your thoughts. "You weren't finished, dear" his voice cut through the static like a knife. "You weren't finished. It really is such a SHAME" as he grew louder the white noise in your head did too.

Again the pain burned. Thoughts no longer sentient words, just primal thoughts, feelings, Everything was overwhelmed by the pain. The need to move, scream, release, seemed to be the only thing louder than the static.

The serenity and horror both gripped at your throat, fighting for control. All around you the sound collided. Screams, laughter, unaware which came from you and the world you were being pulled from. "Now I have to remove you. Do you know how hard it is, dear? To make them all forget?"

The emotions strangling you were replaced by his hands. "You're supposed to be made for little our Little Darling" Clearly now you looked into those windowsill eyes. The blue underneath, the blue on the roof. The yellow on the door that made up his mouth. You trembled violently in the grasp, face pale. "And now I have to start all over"

Panic started filling your lungs, taking up all the space air should be. They tightened and screamed for air you were unable to get. Uselessly your hands clawed at his , eyes boring deeply into the windowsills that were his own. This was it. The disembodied hands gripped harder and harder, ripping every drop of life from your desperate body.

Your chest heaved heavily. The thoughts raced in your head. Your vision blurred. You couldn't breath, you couldn't think.

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The cold night air nipped at his gray felt as he pushed deeper into the forest. "There around here somewhere, I know it!" Frank called out to his search partner, pulling his collar up. "Times like these I wish I wore turtlenecks...." The puppet grumbled to himself, rubbing his arms to try and warm up, Reaching an arm forward as he pushed a branch from his grump face. "Eddie said they went this way"

Frank pushed through the shrubbery, the freezing water and dew scraping across his legs and sent a cold shiver through his body, one of trepidation and worry as to whatever was about to happen next. Frank's entire body tensed as the CRACK of a stick breaking sounded. The puppet whipped around, knuckles turning white as he gripped the branch now clenched in his fist.

"Sorry, neighbor. I tripped" Wally laughed in his utterly dead inside tone of voice. Frank let out a breath as he walked over to his short yellow friend.

The man offered Wally a hand. Wally took the offer quickly and soon was back on his feet. "...I was afraid that maybe you... that he had..." Frank looked away, rubbing his arms again. He started when the gentle warmth of a hand was placed against him.

"Pat pat pat" Wally murmured gently as he did the motion with his hand. "It will be alright, Frank. Let's go find our missing neighbor" Wally's hand then slid down, linking around Frank's as he started to continue onward.

The two walked in silence for a moment as they searched. The forest was so colorful and full of life during the day, but the darkness warped it all out of normal. The eerie silence from the wildlife, the veil of shadow from the trees overhead trapping out any light, and the sense of active paranoia that nighttime seemed to cast in the hearts of any of those unlucky souls that happened to be out too late.... What really was out here?

Forward Frank and Wally continued, and the deeper they went the worse the feeling grew. "Do you ever feel them....? Millions of little eyes watching us at any moment, Neighbor. They're easier to feel when you feel alone. Because they remind you they're always watching." Wally's hollow voice felt emptier than it usually was. The gray puppets' feet stumbled back almost without Frank's command.

He'd seen this one too many times...

"I won't let you do this again, Home. We made a deal"

"Deals are made to be broken, Dear"