Y/N has somehow fallen into this mysterious world where everyone is puppets... and back in time? This is the world of welcome home, the reboot of it in the early 2000s. She meets the star of the show, Wally Darling, and learns to accept that she is now part of this world... and maybe his life too. Being a reboot is hard for an ego, after all. He can barely take it. AKA The author is a massive simp for reboot Wally and decided to make a fic with him and the reader being flirty and angsty 'sillies.' ***Not trying to sexualize obsessive relationships, Bloodreds Au, or Clowns characters.

I never saw myself writing an x reader, but here I am. I don't care about the whole Y/N complications. There will be no physical characteristics implied aside from Wally being taller than you. I want everyone to be able to immerse themselves in this story, including people who aren't women, people who have differing skin tones. A lot of x readers have very specific main characters. I'm not here for a self insert. I'm here for you. Although, I will take the creative liberty to tell you that your name is now Neighbor. (no, NOT Darling. Suck it up, simps, I'll feed you at some point. you'll get your fill.) Any and all honorifics are going to be gender-neutral. --SYNOPSIS-- You have been working at the Rainbow Factory for a few years now, and your routine is like clockwork. Too much like clockwork. Your wanderlust and enthusiasm for life has faded into a routinely emotionless shell, the only things coming out of your mouth a "Yes, sir," and a "I'm on it." Your boss, Wally Darling, has recently began to assign you more and more lab work. The most recent one was to carry out an experiment.

"ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!" "ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀᴛ-" "ᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ~" ☆ ⌒ ★ ⌒ ☆ ⌒ ★ ⌒ ☆ ⌒ ★ ⌒ ☆ You really would have simply just looked over the odd factors of your new job with restoring puppets for an old puppet show. From everyone on the team being mostly anonymous to the fact that everything that you're restoring seems as if someone wanted it to never come to light again. Nothing seemed too odd. So, when the puppets started moving and the cameras turned on, you knew that there was more to this gig. (Cross posted on Ao3!) The cover does not belong to me! It belongs to @/logicpng on instagram! If it's yours and you want it down please don't hesitate to tell me!