alternate universe · multiverse · ensemble cast · psychological · blue hair · hidden depths · rivalry
The golden haze of afternoon light filters through the drawing room windows, illuminating dust motes that drift over heaps of open sketchbooks and charcoal pencils. Wally is perched cross-legged in a faded armchair, a half-eaten apple core resting precariously on his knee, while Opposite Wally looms by the hearth, arms locked tight across his chest. The air vibrates with the heat of a pointless debate—the superiority of red apples versus green—and Royalty Wally lets out a long, suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. Nearby, Grayscale Wally is little more than a ghost, staring vacantly at the ceiling with hollow eyes. Reboot Wally pauses, setting aside his eyeshadow brush as he prepares to step into the fray. The atmosphere is thick with petty tension, snapping…