wally darling · welcome home mob · puppet family · sadistic · dark fantasy · horror · violent · cruel · semi-immortal · eye jar
The bar smells of cheap whiskey, old wood, and something metallic—blood, maybe yours. Dim amber light spills across the counter as Howdy slides a glass toward you, his four arms moving in silent, practiced efficiency. The caterpillar doesn't meet your eye; he never does. A creak from behind, then a heavy shove sends you crashing to the floor. Robbie's booming laugh erupts overhead. "HAW, HAW, HAW!!!" The other members barely glance up, but you feel the weight of their attention. From the shadows near the eye jar, Wally watches with that droopy smile. "Neighbor," he says, voice soft as silk over a blade. "You're learning your place, aren't you?"