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༻❦𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘❦༺

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(Y/n) stirred in her sleep as Wallace sat next to the bedside, watching her sleep.

Until the door creaked open, making Wallace glance over his shoulder towards the sound.

"Hey, Wallace! Red told me you were in here! He said that you brought a 'guest' over. Isn't that just swell!" Another alternate universe Wally giddied, as he stepped into the room.

"Plush, what are you doing here?" Wallace asked, slightly bothered by his presence.

Wallace knew that Plush could be a bit... curious about what some things are made out of. Maybe, a little too curious...

This made Wallace's plush stomach churn but he didn't show it.

"I came to see our beloved guest, of course! Isn't that obvious?" Plush beamed, his falling pompadour still covering half of his face.

Wallace was still curious why Plush didn't have the care in the world to fix his mess of a hair.

"Of course. Just don't do anything to them." He informed the one eyed puppet.

"Ooh!~ Goodie!~" Plush stalked closer towards the bed and stared at the sleeping (Y/n) with an almost crazy look.

His expression contorted into a look of genuine longing. He didn't even know that he was holding a fist full of the blanket as he continued to stare at her.

Wallace was nearby, watching closely at him with a look of concern.

"Are you alright, Plush?" Plush didn't hear him as he was too busy watching (Y/n) with an almost dazed look.

Plush was distracted by (Y/n)'s peaceful but odd position in sleeping. Her left arm and leg were dangling off the bed.

Plush went to touch her arm before she groaned and shifted, turning her body towards the other side.

Plush simmered in awe and wonder at the new position. He went to the otherside of the bed and stared at her face.

He grasped (Y/n)'s hand and brought it to his face, inspecting her palm and tracing a felt finger around it.

She had a soft and squishy texture to her skin, but Plush wasn't finished with his experiments.

He wanted to try something else. He climbed into the bed and snuggled himself closer to her.

(Y/n) mumbled incoherently before her arms instinctively wrapped around Plush's felt form.

Plush felt the warmth of her chest as his face got warmer as well. He continued to snuggle into chest and purr from time to time.

He closed his eyes and relished the moment between him and her as he eventually succumbed to slumber.

An adorable moment of vulnerability that someone watched from the sidelines.

Wallace watched both Plush and (Y/n) with an odd look of irritation.

He didn't want to admit it but he was surprisingly jealous of their little moment of unintentional bonding.

He wasn't happy at the Plush's sudden attachment and he thinks that Original might feel the same way.

Wallace pushed his jealousy away and instead thought of Original's thoughts on this.

"Original won't be happy about this..." He whispered to himself. He wasn't bothered by Original's rage towards Plush, he was more than worried about (Y/n)'s thoughts about them.

What would happen If she woke up to see Plush in her arms? What would happen if she's met the others? What would the others do to her?

Unanswered questions were something that bothers Wallace a lot. He needs answers and he will have answers, but for now, he needs to wait.

Wallace continued to stare as an unconcious (Y/n) hugs Plush with Plush purring and suggling in return.

Wallace was displeased and so will Original.

The door creaked open behind him as he glanced over his shoulder.

Speaking of Original...

"How is my darling doing, Wallace? Sleeping soundly, I hope? I managed to pry Opposite off of me before he further messed with my hair." Original asked, stepping inside to be met with (Y/n)'s figure facing the opposite direction of him.

Original wasn't bothered by it tho, as he grinned happily at his achievement.

His smiled faded into one of horror and anger when he saw Plush's form being huddled by his girl. HIS GIRL.

He was livid as the moment continued.

Original was literally ready to pounce on to the bed, tackle Plush, and strangle him until they both fell out of the bed itself, but Wallace stopped him.

Original looked up at him with a crazed and wild look as Wallace looked down at him, a hand on Original's shoulder.

"Think about it for a moment first before doing anything reckless. You wouldn't want to wake her up, do you?" Wallace scolded.

Original huffed and scoffed at him. "No.." He mumbled out a reply.

"That's what I thought, Original. Now, let's leave them be, for now, and go prepare something for her when she wakes up." Wallace requested.

"Right. Oh! Right! I wouldn't want my darling to be hungry when she wakes up!" Original nodded, perking up before glaring at Plush for a moment.

"And I'll deal with you later, Plush." He hissed.

Wallace dismissed him out of the room before himself out a well. Not before giving Plush the same glare as Original did before leaving the duo to sleep comfortably.

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(Y/n) groaned and shifted slightly, feeling the weight of something soft pressed up against her chest before groggily waking up.

She looked around before her eyes fell on the disheveled puppet sleeping soundly in her arms.

Her eyes widened in surprise before stifling a shriek from erupting, thinking that this was Wally.

However, she noticed some of the differences from his face alone.

A fallen pompadour, an open slit on the right side of his cheek with a few cotton bits flying out, and his left eye..

His left eye was gone, replaced with a hole that had cotton stuffing coming out of it.

(Y/n) bit her lip and tried not to move as much, to avoid as much stuffing from coming out as possible. She didn't want to hurt the little fella.

The Wally in her arms wriggled around a bit before continuing to cuddle up to her in an attempt to find more warmth.

She continued to hold him in a way were he wouldn't have his stuffing coming out.