Sorry but the art- I had to write about them the moment I saw this gorgeous piece.
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[𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬]
Nothing.
[𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭]
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Local neighbor Y/n had seen some strange things in their life.
They had once watched Julie attempt to fit twelve cupcakes in her mouth at once. They had witnessed Barnaby sleep through an entire parade. They had even been present when Frank accidentally set his own notes on fire while trying to prove a scientific theory.
But nothing could have prepared them for watching two Wally Darlings bicker like children.
Beta sat with his arms crossed, his usual smirk curling at the edges in an arrogant way, his painted-on brows furrowed in disdain. Across from him, Reboot leaned against the table, unimpressed, one brow quirked and lips pursed as if he had better things to do.
The tension was thick.
"You think you are superior." Beta finally sneered. "But I'm the original Wally."
The other didn't even blink.
"Well." Reboot said, dragging out the word with maximum sass. "You didn't become official. So something must be wrong with you."
Y/n covered their mouth with their hand, barely stifling a laugh.
Beta's entire body tensed like he had just been personally offended on a cosmic level. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." He sing-songed, twirling a pencil between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. "You were just a concept, buddy. A rough draft. A scribble in the margins of history. I, however, am a marketable masterpiece."
The already offended puppet scoffed so hard it was practically an exorcism. "Marketable? Oh, please. You're neon. You look like a corporate experiment gone wrong."
"At least I exist." Reboot shot back. "You're like one of those discontinued flavors no one remembers."
Beta dramatically clutched his chest like he had been stabbed.
Y/n had to bite their knuckles to keep from laughing.
"Listen here, you shiny, polished fraud." He snapped, pointing a very accusatory finger. "I was meant to be the Wally. I had style. I had charm. I had—"
"A budget of zero dollars and a sad violin playing in the background?" Reboot cut in, tilting his head.
Y/n wheezed.
Beta growled. Actually growled. (It's giving that alpha male growl fr)
"You absolute glitch of a reboot—"
"Okay, okay!" Y/n finally intervened, stepping between them before this turned into a full-on puppet fistfight.
Both Wally's stared at them, their near identical painted-on dead glares burning into their soul.
"Beta, you're great." Y/n assured, patting his shoulder. "Reboot, you're great too." They turned to Beta. "Even if you didn't get picked, you still exist." Then they turned to Reboot. "And even if you are a reboot, you've got your own charm."
The two continued to glare at each other.
Finally, Beta huffed, turning away with his attitude high in the air. "Hmph. I suppose I won't waste my breath any longer."
"Good." Reboot deadpanned. "That's a lot of hot air you're exhaling."
Beta lunged, Reboot got choked, Y/n screamed, and the great Wally War continued.
