I Adore Everything About The Mech Pilot AU But I Am Especially Loosing Over Prowl And Jazz’s Relationship

Love Binds (Wally Darling x Reader)

Hello, this is my first fanfic of a Wally Darling x reader and my first x reader in a long time. I hope you guys like this one.

TW: Unrequited Love, mentions of the reader being replaced, I guess a descend into one thinking, Angst maybe? (I'm not good at TW so if I missed anything, do tell me. This story might be triggering to some people so please be warned)

Part 1- Part 2- Part 3

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Being in love with someone who doesn't love you back was hard, getting used to it was harder, fully accepting it the most, and pretending that it's alright was the hardest. Love binds people, making them bend on their backs and break their bones in different places at different times. What did you do to go through it? You don't know, maybe you were just unlucky or maybe you were just stupid to believe someone will love you back, nonetheless, it hurt.

You and Wally have been friends for a good few years, going through the same college and moving into the same neighborhood, the puppet himself was quite the charmer and quite the friend that you can't help but fall for him. No matter how often you told yourself you can't and won't, you just did. You watch him grow from being just someone you know to being everyone's dreamboat in the neighborhood, always the gentleman, welcoming newcomers left and right and you would help him too. You were the closest out of the bunch, always (y/n) and Wally! There goes (y/n) and Wally again! Oh, look! It's (y/n) and Wally! Always blending with each other like one solid color.

It was fun for you, cause it made you and Wally closer than ever, always at the other's house to do the stupidest thing or to simply hang out until one unfaithful day..

There was a new neighbor in town, as always, being the friendly neighbors, you and Wally went off to say hi to them! Turns out, the new neighbor was moving across from Wally's house and her name was Veronica Williams! What a lovely lady she was, greeting you and Wally politely, she was such a joy to be around the moment you two greeted her. She was a jokester, and an artist, which Wally was ecstatic about, another artist on the block!

So why did you envy her? Maybe she was very pretty and if you compare yourself with her, you wouldn't reach her. Maybe because everyone seems to enjoy her company and that was fine! You were alright with that, the more and merrier! Am I right?!

Maybe you envy her because she was better than you on the things you do, maybe you envy her because she was outstanding or maybe you envy her because she was what all Wally talked about, from day to noon, she was always what he talked about. From how lovely she was to how sweet she was for helping Barnaby to how she was such an amazing woman for making him apple pie! Its wrong to envy her but you still do, you hated that slowly, it had seemed like everyone is just preferring her over than you and that was fine! You had other things to do anyway!

"Sorry (y/n), Veronica had already offer to help me with that! Lovely lady isn't she?" Julie said.

"Sorry lovely, Veronica over there asked me to help her with this, maybe next time?" Poppy said.

"Sorry kid, I'm kinda busy helping Ven right now," Barnaby said

"Awww man, Ver Ver already offered but thanks for the offer buddy," Eddie said

After them, soon enough everyone else is either declining your help or is busy helping her and that was fine! It was fine! She was new and she was being helpful and everyone is just being helpful towards her! 

"Sorry Love, I'm quite busy" Wally message you that after you ask if he wanted to hang out, it was fine, Wally was always the busy one, always making another artwork or doing art commissions. It wouldn't have hurt you, why would it? Wally was your best friend, the friendly man was always fun to hang around, especially with how he talked about the upcoming painting he plans to do. But why did it hurt? Maybe because you were just being dramatic, maybe you were just being stupid. He was just busy.

Or maybe because you see a clear view of Wally and Veronica together, laughing and having fun, talking to each other like they were the testiest of friends. It was fine, Wally is having fun and it was not his fault, he maybe wanted to hang out with her and not be bothered, the 'I'm busy' was always everyone's go-to excuse when they don't wanna do something.

You wanted to leave and just go home, let the two have fun on their own, you don't wanna ruin this, especially for Wally, he was your best friend and you love him. You don't wanna ruin his chance on his crush but why did it hurt? Why did Wally being with Veronica hurt?

Soon enough, it stopped being (y/n) and Wally. Wally slowly started to pull away from you, always stating how he needs to do something or that he and Veronica has something planned. Slowly, it was Wally and Veronica! Oh, look! It's Wally and Veronica! There goes Wally and Veronica!

It was fine, this hurt you and dampened your mood but it was fine! It's just Wally and Veronica! You watch as every memory you have with friends gets replaced, you watch as everything you used to do with your friends now does with Veronica. But it was fine! She is their friend too! Just like you are friends with them...

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If you guys want me to make a part two, let me know!

Sorry if the story is crap, I'm not the best writer on the block-

But I appreciate you guys reading this!

my darling, stay gold

Love Binds (Wally x Reader) Pt 3

Here is Part 3, things are getting a bit interesting, it might be a bit confusing too, I forgot to mention that I like putting references on my work sooooooooo do keep a look out for that

Would they play a part in the story? We honestly don't know-

TW: Blood, Fire, character death(s), Angst

This page has been touched by the lonely, the spiral, the end, the desolation, and the eye, please be warned

To the people that wanted to have a happy part 3, I am so so sorry to disappoint you all-

Ps: I appreciate everyone's love for the story and their patience, sorry that it took a while to post part 3 but here it is and I hope you all enjoy!

(There is a song at some point but it is more there as a sort of guide for me that I did not took out, it's called "Youth" by Daughter, lovely song by the way)

{ Part 1 Part 2 [Part 3] Part4 }

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Weeks passed and Wally had never felt so numb, once a joyous man slowly spiral down into sadness and despair. Memories of you linger around his mind, walking like it owned the place and maybe it did...Maybe you had always that effect on him, it's no wonder how you guys hit it off instantly when you two found out that the other lived in the same neighborhood even though you two barely knew each other in college. You were always a force he wasn't scared to be around with....memories of your laughter and smiles toward him were something he cherish the most.......W̴̨̤̮̭͎̋͗ͅh̷͚́͠y̷̡̟̯̰̬̿͛́̔̔̚ ̵̖̉̿ï̶̡͎̩̃̑͒̚s̸͔̥̩̒ ̵̢͚͔̟̬̪̂̓͊͂̍͝í̵̝̗͂̍̂̕ţ̴̉̄͊̚̕ͅ ̶̼̘̜́s̵͉͈̝̑̏͂̒̔̕o̵͖̻̊̍͋̆̀̍ ̸̫̻̟͕̭̒̽̋͗̍̐h̵͚̎̿̚ḁ̵̢͔̩̗̪̈̃̐̋r̸̲͍̻̃͊d̴͚̮̤̣̓ ̴̻̺̻̥̞̏̑͒̍ͅt̶̩̦̟̃̉́o̶̦̩̝̪̳̮͑̒̃̓͠ ̷̤̮̼̽̇͒̾ȓ̴̗̗̬̞ͅḛ̵̼̯͒m̷̖͈̟̻̞̎͠e̸̪̥̅̃͘m̴̫̜͈̺̻͖̉̉̿̐̚b̷̞͚̟̫̩̌̅̿̆ẻ̸͈͓̱̙̫̠̈͆̇r̶͎͔͔̣̰̈́̈́?̵̨̻̩͙̟͉̌̄̿̍̀.̷̡̛̤̦̦̀̿͊̈́̆ͅ.̶̢͙̤̟̬̎͜.̶̨̟̭̙̰͎́͐̇̀͌

As time moves, regret and anger filled him, not towards you....never towards you...he...he cares too much to even direct that to you...

It was towards himself...He was careless, he lost you and he didn't even notice it, did not notice it until it was too late. He had reached a point where he refused to interact with anyone, just staying inside his home and wallowing in this sadness and grief he feels. When all of your friends found that, they were shocked then slowly....they realized the things he had realized...At first, they thought he was pulling a joke, but there was no laughter nor were there in smiles in the first place...

Wally's friends would try their best to get him to leave his home but after the second week, all had decided to leave Wally on his own, and let him process things at his own pace oddly enough, Wally appreciated that, he needed to process things, get his thoughts right.

But Veronica would visit him to check on him, she doesn't try to coax him out of his house but she would accompany him, making sure he doesn't feel lonely. Wally would allow it, welcoming his friend inside his home and the two would either talk or just sit in silence, a comfortable silence as Wally either paints or simply just sit down to gather his thoughts.

And the cycle would repeat, a routine he and Veronica had fallen in. He appreciated it, not saying he doesn't appreciate his other friends' efforts but he wants someone that wouldn't just make him pull himself together just cause. So Veronica just simply accompanying him was enough for him.

More time passes and he longs for you, he longs for that laughter of yours, your silly jokes, your presence. Why did everything end like this? How did everything end like this?...

He's not sure anymore...

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Shadows settle on the place that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

Wally stood in the middle of the room, looking at you. You stood in front of Wally with a sad look, hugging yourself as the room is filled with mist and fog, cradling you as if you were its child. 

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line

Slowly, you turn you back on him, walking into the thick fog. He tried to grab you, follow you as the mist slowly engulf you. He called out your name, begging you to come back. With one final look at Wally, you walk into the fog, an acceptance to the situation you were in.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Wally falls on his knees, sobbing and breathing heavily as the fog hugs him, cold and damp just as how he remembers. He cried out, wanting this feeling to stop. He falls on the hardwood floor as darkness clouded his vision.

Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

Shooting up, he gasp, looking around as smoke filled the room. Coughing, he tried to stand up and look around. The room was engulfed in fire. He called out to someone...a name he can't seem to remember...

Running up the stairs, looking and shouting a name he can't hear himself say but he's saying it, and his crying as he says it.

Pictures of people that he feels like he knows hang on the walls. One where there was a man and a woman with him, both seems to look just like him.

One was where it seem to be when he was young, barely seven...that's specific...

He ignored it, he ignore the photos that hang even if they felt familiar to him.

 We are the reckless, we are the wild youth

He hears people shouting from the outside, begging him to get out, to leave the place but he continued. Looking from room to rom, he's begging.  

Slowly, his visions blur once again. Falling down to his knees, coughing as smoke filled the room even more. Slowly he falls, hitting the floor once more.

Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth

Gasping as he awakens from another, he looks around. Rain falls and gray angry clouds filled the horizon. He called out someone's name as he stand up. He holds his shoulder, feeling pain in it like it has been stabbed or shot...Maybe it did? He can feel the blood and can smell it but why does it feel like it isn't his?...

He continues with his venture, walking and shouting someone's name once more. Who's name is he shouting?... He shakes his head, trying to clear away that blocking mist. 

Slowly....he can hear the name he was shouting...

And slowly...he saw who he was looking for....

That one will die before he gets there

 And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

"(Y/N)!!" He shouted, running towards the body that lays on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he almost trips getting to you...

"no no no no no!" He pulled the cold body close to him, holding the wound that seems to spill blood everywhere....He feels tired too...

He called out your name, begged and cried for it, for you to wake up...Why aren't you waking up!?...

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun

He held you close, sobbing and begging as the rain continues to fall down the the both of you. The forest was silent except for the rain. He look up and beg to whatever god is out there to bring you back...to take him instead of you...

"Please....."

"Not them....they all that I have left..."

We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this

And He was back to that house, people arguing as he hides behind the wall. He listens in.

"This is the problem, Wallace!! You are so paranoid!!"

"If I am paranoid then explain to me will you!!"

"Explain what exactly?! Explain that my husband is a paranoid lunatic?!"

"Who was that man you were with Willow..."

Silence fills the room as Wally looks into the kitchen where his mother and father were.

"Wallace, for the last time, he was just a friend!!"

"If he was a friend then why were you making out?! Willow for god sake! WE have been married for how long now exactly?! We have a son!!"

"THAT thing is not my son!!"

"Don't even start-"

"NO WALLACE!! THAT thing upstairs is not MY son!!"

Wally simply looks as the younger version of him runs upstairs, alerting the two, and was soon followed by the man he deems as his father, calling out his name and glaring at his nasty mother that had done nothing but insult and ridiculed him growing up.

Slowly, he walks away, going through a door. Ignoring the woman who decided to leave the stove open, ignoring as how the room was slowly engulfed with fire.

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget

He had lost sight of many things growing up, excused people's poor behavior towards himself till you came into his life, till you gave him a push that he needed to finally acknowledge that there was something wrong based on how he grew up. Years of friendship with you did him a good thing, a better thing, more than everyone in his life had done...

So why is it so hard to see you now?.....

My eyes are damp from the words you left Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

Tears once again fall down his face, damp by the words that leave his mind, he cried as he watches both the young version of himself and the one that lost you to a point where it felt like you died...

The ringing soon followed, as both begged for the person they love to come back, the person that accepted him as himself....

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

More ringing as he felt something inside of him shatter like a glass.

Cracking even more as he watches...

The fog was back, hugging and cradling him as if he was its son....this time he was alone...

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one

"Wally?"

He turns to the voice and there you sat down with him under the tree, up upon a cliff that overlooks the neighborhood you both live in. Up upon that cliff where he fell in more than one way...

"You alright there?"

Gentle as always, you ask him. He smiles at you, a loving one " I'm alright neighbor" 

"Be honest with me Mister or I swear-" He laughs " Or what??" he tease as he nudges you, tempting you.

You simply rolled you eyes at him with a smile, leaning against him as you both look down at the neighborhood. He looks down at you, wanting and wishing to stay at this moment, a moment where it's just you and him, a moment where he still had you and you still had him.

But not everything can stay how he want it to be...

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The birds chirp from the outside, the sun was slowly rising up to greet the neighborhood. Wally rises up from his bed, rubbing his eyes as he stared outside tiredly. He lets out a heavy sigh, letting his hair fall down. 

After a few minutes of staying in bed and debating with himself, he finally stood up and left the comfort of his bed. Walking to a door to get himself ready for the day while fixing a picture that hang on the wall as he walked by it.

A picture of you and Wally up upon a cliff, underneath a tree, overlooking the neighborhood.

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I hope you all enjoyed this!!

By the way, how are the colors and fonts treating you guys?

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meet the bayverse

Optimus; *coughs*

Rachet: *already dragging him away to the medbay* alright, time for a check up— first aid, get the sedatives

Optimus: wait w ait wait wait—Rachet—no no wait—

Jazz: oh Primus, poor him, I hope you get better boss bot!—Elita bring out those datapads and information we brought from the last expedition

Elita: *already pulling up said datapads and information* should we blackmail Starscream again or Soundwave?

Prowl: Blackmail Starscream, he's too much of a coward.

Ironhide:*walking in the room* we should castrate Megatron

Prowl: That's....hmmmm

Jazz: I'm going to go get the chainsaw

Mirage:*walking in* Did you all know Megatron watches those pony tv shows—

Prowl: *already putting that down and using that has battle tactics* huh? Oh, yes, definitely.

Elita: yep, one of the files here has that one— what if we just blackmail him, we need some energon anyway—

Ironhide; we should just take him out at this point, I'm getting tired of seeing his ugly Faceplate.

Ultra Magnus; *walks in, sees the Chaos and walks out* not getting payed enough for this

Smokescreen: I don't think anyone is getting payed at all.

All I imagine is that Optimus very much tries very hard not to be out of commission cause he knows his mech, he know that left unchecked, they could throw all morals out the window and fight the decepticons feral style without a care.

It probably wouldn't even be the first time they blackmail someone, they probably make mechas cry in their free time if given the chance.

I have a feeling the only sane mech is Ultra Magnus but that is probably stretching it—probably.

"Optimus doesn't take time off because he's too self sacrificing"

Wrong!

Optimus can't take time off because he knows the second he isn't white knuckling the riens, Elita-One, Ironhide, Jazz, and Prowl are going scorched Earth on the Decepticons. It will end the war but it may also classify as a total annihilation.

Optimus, sleeping slightly deeper than he usually would: 😴

Prowl: Optimus is out of commission, I am now in charge. Elita, break out those plans we told him we didn't make, Ironhide, ready the acid bombs, Jazz, grab us a jet. We're ending this war tonight.

Elita "the ends can justify the means" One: You know, I don't think we've properly considered the elegance of germ warfare. We wouldn't even have to get our hands dirty.

Ironhide "I'm just showing him my cannons" the Weapons expert: That'll take too long. Nukes, that's the best way to go.

Jazz "I lead the most lethal fighters on this team" the Spy: We've got one shot, I can sneak in and stash some explosives in their barracks, they'll never catch me. Blow their whole base sky high.

Optimus, waking up in just the nick of time: I am begging you to stand down!

Ironhide: Told you we should have slipped a sedative in his high grade.

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Optimus, literally fighting to get out of the Medbay: You don't understand! They're plotting!

Ratchet: You have a broken leg and a head injury, sit your ass down!!

First Aid, who's been secretly trying to help the four of them end this thing: I'll grab a sedative. He may need a week of bedrest.

Meanwhile

Elita-one: Now, I did some research and did you know that half of our war crimes aren't considered war crimes on this planet?

Jazz: Fascinating. What a creative group.

Prowl: Indeed. And Optimus does want us abiding by the laws of this planet.

Ironhide, nodding along: He does.

Prowl: Whelp! Gotta follow orders obey the laws of this planet. It's not a war crime here, Jazz, get the rust bombs.

Father and daughter 💜

Flying lesson🥺🥺💜💙

Really love Soundwave protects his little babies🥺🥺🥺

See more pretty sky ❤️⬇️⬇️

skyfire and Starscream♡♡

yt link

Prime apprentice AU! (primeprentice? idk)

Basically the Thirteen are still alive and they take in apprentices to train for potential Primacy.

Prima Prime → Orion Pax

Megatronous Prime → D-16

Love Binds Part 4 ( Wally Darling x Reader)

Here's part 4! Sorry it took a while I have been busy and I just recently got back from a trip!

Hope you guys enjoy!!

"I'm going to go follow them," Wally stated unexpectedly while in conversation with Veronica. When the woman looks up at the moppet, who is already standing, her gaze is filled with confusion. "What?" she asks, puzzled, hoping Wally would clarify.

"I'm going to go follow them," he stated again, as Veronica drank her tea, she asked, "Who?" With reluctance in his voice, he answered, "You know...them?...(Y/N)?" "Are you sure about that?" she asks, only to receive a nod in return. She glanced at Wally, puzzled, before asking, "Why?- Hold on, do you even know where they are?" He hesitated but answered, "I-I think?"

Veronica merely sighs and grins at Wally. "Alright, I'll go with you," she said as she rose up. Wally stares at the woman, perplexed. "What? - Why?" Wally asks, Veronica laughs slightly. "To help you look for them, silly! After all, you do have a bit of a track record of getting confused with the roads," she said, which was true; Wally has a track record of being confused.

"Now wait here; I'm going to go get my stuff; I doubt this will be a short trip," she remarked, prompting Wally to turn away sheepishly. Veronica merely smiles and embraces him firmly before letting go to go home to retrieve some of her belongings.

Wally sighed as he approached his bag in his room. As he entered, he saw a piece of jewelry. He studied it after taking it up: it's a thin chain that extends to the bottom of the sternum that is attached to a little, medium-gold spiral. To put it bluntly, the necklace looks great. Despite the fact that he has no recollection of it being there or having such a thing in the first place. Nonetheless, it looks great, and something in him tells him to wear it, so he does.

The necklace fits him wonderfully in the mirror! It complements his blue sweater vest quite nicely. He fixes his hair; he had it down for who knows how long, and he desperately wants his beloved pompadour back. He knows you wouldn't appreciate seeing him in such a state. Looking like a mess and all.

Grabbing the hairbrush, he began brushing and combing his hair carefully. He picked up his hairspray and began to apply it to his hair. When he inhales the spray, he coughs slightly, but when he looks in the mirror, he thinks he looks okay. He was going to reach for something when he spotted something in the mirror. He stares closely at his reflection, searching for what he saw, though it must have been a trick of the light. But he was certain he saw something in his eyes; perhaps he was imagining.

He collects his stuff and heads downstairs, where he sees Veronica, who appears to be in good spirits. "All set!" she informs Wally. He nodded, and they both walked out, shutting the door behind them. Both talking to one another as they made their way to the car. "I'm a little excited for this trip" Veronica express and Wally smiles, happy to see that his friend is joyful about leaving the neighborhood. " We should stop by at some places to get snacks though," she said, Wally hums and agreed, thinking it might be the best to do so as he's not sure how far away you are, only that he knows where it is and something is nudging him to go there.

They climbed inside the car, putting their belongings in the back seat. "Ready?" Veronica questioned, and he nodded. "Ready,". He starts the car and drove away. The area appeared somewhat foggy, but that may have been due to last night's rain. "It sure is foggy today," he commented, and the woman next to him agreed. "Maybe it's from the rain yesterday," she said, and he nodded. Veronica even believes it's due to the rain.

"Say, shouldn't we tell the others we're leaving?" Veronica questioned, peering out the window to view the misty surroundings. Wally merely drove on. "No, I don't think so; I think I know where they would be, probably a couple of hours from here," he responded, unsure of the distance. 

"But what if they get worried?" Veronica wondered. Wally pauses and responds, "They wouldn't; the drive isn't that far." With uncertainty(?) in her voice, she adds, "Are you sure?" "I think.". He notices her open her mouth to say something, only to have her lips close. They pass the trees that surround the neighborhood, now driving on a highway.

"What if Y/N gets upset? I mean, we're just randomly showing up at their house!" Veronica pointed out after a few minutes of driving. This caused Wally to abruptly halt and slam the brakes on their car. "Jesus!-W̷̨̻͊͘a̶̞̹͂l̴͈̩̆s̴̟̄!-Hey...are you ok?" Veronica ask, worried.  "You're right, w-we....we can't just show up there all of a sudden...." he said sadly, looking down and gripping the stirring wheel tightly, cursing himself for being so stupid. "Maybe we should turn back?" she stated, maybe she's right; maybe they should just turn back and forget about this trip ever existing. Maybe he's just spiraling down and he needs to lie down-No! Wally shook his head.

"No, if they get mad then so be it, neighbor, I...I want to apologize to them for being such a bad friend. It had always been me and them ever since we moved to the same neighborhood. I miss them and I want their company back....and if not, then at least apologizing to them might put me at ease." He said, "And even if they get upset, it's fine! I'll take it all just for them!" Wally is being stupid; he should know that he is.

"You're a stubborn man" she huffs and crosses her arm, Wally chuckles "I-I know, they influence me to be one, I think" he stated. "Are you sure about this?" she questioned, and he nodded, despite the fact that he shouldn't. "If we stop at a gas station, I'll call Barnaby just in case," Veronica added, and Wally had to ponder for a moment about who Barnaby was. He feels stupid for forgetting his nice gray—wait, blue—neighbor. Barnaby was blue. "Are you alright?" Veronica asked, he sighed and replied. "Yeah, don't worry, neighbor," reassuring her.

For a moment, they were followed by silence. Veronica would gaze at Wally, seeing his face shifts into a specific expression, till she eventually questioned, "What's wrong?" Wally simply shrugs and drives on, as if the question does not exist. "Wally, what's wrong?" she questioned once again. "Nothing's wrong, neighbor," he uttered, a little aggressively. "Clearly, there is one; you're making that face when there's something wrong," she pointed out. For a brief period, the two sat in silence again until Wally expressed. "I thought Barnaby was gray; I kind of feel stupid that I thought he was gray," 

 "If it makes you feel any better, I thought Barnaby was yellow, like the necklace I gave you." It didn't.

Wally hums and continues to drive. "Wait, you gave me this?" he asks, motioning to his necklace. "Why yes! I gave it to you before I left, didn't I?" she says, prompting Wally to pause. "I guess...I was sure I found it in my room," he trailed off. "No, I gave it to you; you're just confused as usual," she responded, and Wally sighed. Perhaps she's correct; maybe he's getting things mixed up.

Wally pulled off at a gas station after two hours of traveling. He and Veronica exited the car, with Veronica heading into the convenience store to buy something and maybe phone Barnaby to notify him of their unexpected disappearance. Wally glances around and notices that everything appears to be quiet and foggy. Granted, it had been foggy beforehand, but the fog is more evident, reminding him of loneliness in some ways. (You are alone in this world, there is no one to rely on except the fog that helps dull all the sorrow and despair that exists within oneself, where it is possible to die alone, where it is possible to die alone, where it is possible to die alone, where it is possible to-).

"Wals?" He snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing your voice. Turning around to look, he only saw Veronica. "Are you ready to go?" she asked ever so kindly, and he nodded. Gods, he felt dumb for assuming it was you; he was convinced it was you who had uttered his name. Is he imagining things? Is he confusing Veronica and you? He hopes not; it would be impolite to mistake something for someone who isn't present. "Yeah, let's go," Wally said, getting into the car, fastening his seatbelt, and starting the engine. "Say, neighbor," he trailed off, "did you inform Barnaby about us leaving?" Veronica nodded, saying she had, and Barnaby had said good luck and he'd tell the others. Wally smiled at that and kept driving while the fog slowly engulfed the station, obscuring it from their sight.

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