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Sick.
You felt sick after eating that cake. It tasted like pure sugar cane mixed with coffee creamer. The taste was sweeter than any treat you had eaten before.
Yet you don't utter a word about it to your plucky, so-called, "neighbors".
"Well, would you look at the time? It looks like it's late... Er. I think, but I gotta keep.. Unpacking? And I'm sure you all have plans of your own tomorrow."
You pick up the plates quickly, but some of the slices were barely picked at. Other plates are not even a spec of crumbs.
"Yes, of course!" Poppy said, hurriedly fluffing up her feathers in case of any stray pieces of dessert on her.
"Mhm, the post office isn't gonna' run itself." "Nor the bodega!" Howdy and Eddie laugh, Frank, chuckling off to the side.
"Yes, I gotta get some beauty sleep if I wanna dream big!" Sally agreed, pushing out her chair.
"Then I guess it's settled, we'll see you tomorrow, right neighbor?" Wally asks you. Dropping the plates in the sink, a few break on impact. Your hands try to pick up the broken pieces. But recoiled at the sight of your blood staining the fine china.
"Ye-yeah... Absolutely."
"Wonderful!" Julie cheers, coming up to your side by the sink.
"You must join me tomorrow! Your clothes are so odd! I've never seen a style quite like it. I would love it if we could dress up together!" The puppet chattered.
You nodded uncaringly, more focused on the cut on your palm.
"Groovy-..!"
A sharp gasp escapes Julie as Frank comes to her side.
"What... What is that?" Julie questioned you.
"Oh-... it's a cut. I hurt myself..."
"H-HURT! Who said hurt!?" Poppy stumbles near your side, her gaze softening as she asks if you were okay.
The other puppets now standing behind her, awkwardly trying to see your cut.
You hesitantly show the bird-puppet your palm, albeit shaken up by her. You thought she would bite your arm off with her beak.
Instead, she holds out her feathers, tenderly holding your arm.
Her expression turns into one of confusion. "That's odd..?"
"Wh-what??"
"There's only paint, I don't see any stuffing. Are you sure you are hurt?"
You, in turn, give her a puzzled look.
Had... Had these puppets never seen a human before? Much less a human being bleeding?
You take this as a good sign. Glad that these "puppets" didn't eat or have an appetite for humans or blood.
"Paint you say?" Frank bumps in, carefully analyzing your cut. He hums in thought, "Would you mind if I poked your cut?"
"No...Can I have a band-aid or something to close it up please?"
Frank nodded and backs off as Eddie hands you needle and a thread spool. "Here, found it by some of the boxes."
"Thanks..." You said, disregarding the puppets staring at you attentively as you place the items down. Saying you'll clean it up first.
You reassure them you'll be fine as you usher your "neighbors" to the door. Gladly holding the door open for them as they say their good byes and farewells.
Wally was the last one to leave, he smiles sleepily at you. You smile back at the tiniest puppet, feeling your mouth muscles twitch when keeping up the charade.
"I'll tell Home you said 'hello', good night. Neighbor."
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[Dun-dun-dun!!! Sorry I took so long to update! I've been writing a lot of Welcome Home Oneshots on my Tumblr. I'll post them later as a separate book, no worries. Comments, art, votes always help! Thanks for reading!]
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☆There's No Place Like Home☆ Wally Darling x Reader
Fanfiction《You are new to this... Neighborhood? Where the hell are you?》 《Warnings: The subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown》
