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(Y/n) eventually had to let go of the sleeping Wally, being careful not to wake him.

She carefully removed her arms from his figure before freezing up, seeing his form shift slightly then going limp once more.

She relaxed after a moment and moved the blanket up, just above the shoulders.

(Y/n) then stared at the openings of his face and furrowed her brows at them in concern.

"Poor guy, what happened to you?" She whispered.

'There has to be a sewing kit somewhere around here.. I can't just leave this little guy like this.." She mumbled, looking around before spotting the bathroom door.

(Y/n) walked over to it and opened the door. The bathroom was simple, a little spacious and clean too if she might add.

She strolled her way to the cabinets in search of that sewing kit that she's been trying to find.

Once found, she made her way back to the room. Seeing the supposedly sleeping puppet was now rocking side to side, legs crossed and eyes closed, with a happy and giddy expression on his face.

(Y/n) dashed to the bed as the puppet fell off the bed when he saw her, nearly dropping the kit.

She caught the puppet before he fell to the floor.

She sighed a breathe of relief when she caught him.

"You saved me! Thank you." The Wally in her arms thanked her, a happy expression on his face.

"N-No problem." (Y/n) stuttered with a smile.

She placed him on the bedside with the sewing kit next to him.

The disheveled Wally stared at the sewing kit, confused.

"What's that for?" He asked, curiously.

(Y/n) smiled softly before giving him a pat on the head. 'This guy is adorable! He's like a little kid!' She thought, adoringly.

"This is for your face. I mean, look at you. A cut over here and even your eye is missing." (Y/n) gestured at the spots she spoke of, concern lacing every one those words.

That made his insides feel warm and

"Oh." He replied innocently, still having that goofy smile on his face.

"Now, tell me if it starts to hurt and I'll stop, okay?" (Y/n) reassured, trying her best not to scare him too much.

She took a needle and some thread from the kit and began threading.

When she faced the blue haired puppet once more, she was baffled to see that he wasn't even bothered or scared of the needle at all. Instead, he was still smiling and staring at her as she does what she needs to do.

(Y/n) shook her head and began to stitch up the open stitches of his face.

As she started to stitch his eye, she decided to ask a few questions.

"So, Wally, I have-" (Y/n) was suddenly caught off by a felt finger shushing her.

"Call me Plush, if you would, my dear neighbor." Plush giggled slightly at her.

(Y/n) smiled and chuckled along before going back to sewing his eye.

"So, Plush, why.. were you in the bed with.. me?" She asked, a slight bead of sweat sliding down her face.

"Well, you looked comfortable sleeping so I took it upon myself to try and feel comfortable as well. I was also curious about you." Plush answered, a little bashful from the end.

(Y/n) rose a brow at him with a smirk. "Oh? Is that so? What's so curious about me?" She continued sewing, happily, somewhat forgetting how she got here in the first place.

"Well, your human! I was curious on how you feel, outside and inside. Your so squishy, you know. So soft too. Your also very warm unlike me." Plush began to ramble on and on about his achievements and new discoveries about you.

He was right on the last part, he was somewhat cold to the touch seeing that he's a puppet made of felt.

After she was finished stitching him up, she cut up all loose ends before fixing up the tools she used.

She went back to the bathroom to return the sewing kit, closing the door behind her.

She took her time freshening up before going to the door. (Y/n) stopped midway when she heard a couple more voices on the other side.

(Y/n) slowly and cautiously walked up to the door then pressed her ear to it.

"You little- I'm gonna kill you- Ack!"

"Ho ahead and try it, Original!"

"How dare you sleep with her! She's mine!"

"Says who!?"

"Says me!"

"Guys, calm down. She'll hear you."

"Keep out of it, Wallace!"

"Let them have their tantrum.~ I'm sure that if she saw them like this, she won't go with either of them.~ Ha ha ha.~"

"What did you just say, Lovesick!?"

Muffled yelling was heard as (Y/n) furrowed her eyes in confusion. She heard at least five to six voices in that room.

Who's Wallace? Who's Lovesick? Who in the heck names someone Original!? She only saw Plush in the room a moment ago.

(Y/n) knew that this was stupid but she had to open the door.

She silently opened the door and peaked out before witnessing a strange sight.

Two red headed Wally's, a tall Wally, a much more disheveled Wally, and Plush and normal Wally fighting on the floor.

That's when the door squeaked as she slightly pushed it, making everyone in the room freeze before looking at her.

(Y/n) gulped before giving an awkward wave and a nervous smile.

"Uhmm.. Hi..?" She nervously said. She didn't know if it sounded like a question or a greeting but overall she didn't care at the moment.

Original stood up and tried fixing his hair before coughing and giving an nervous stare.

"Darling! Hi, Uhmm. It's not what it looks like..?" He tried to reason but instead it came out like a question.

(Y/n) didn't care at the moment as she rushed over to Plush, who was still on the floor, and picked him up.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay, Plush!?" She asked, worried.

(Y/n) placed a hand on his left cheek and inspected his face to see the stitching on his right cheek came undone while stuffing was coming out of it.

Plush purred at the warmth of her hand before holding the back of it with his own.

"I'm okay, my dear neighbor. Tho, a shame about the stitching. You worked so hard on it." He assured.

(Y/n) was relieved but that relief was washed away by someone or some people's intense glare.

She looked behind her to see normal Wally glaring at Plush with the utmost hatred that she's ever seen, along with some of them.

She was slightly intimidated but shook it off before bringing Plush closer to her, to Plush's delight and to everyone else's dismay.

"We'll talk about this later. Right now, I have to re-do this little guy's stitches." She said, sternly.

Plush had an almost visible smug look on his face as he looked at his so-called 'housemates'.