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The park is quiet at night, the streetlamps casting a hazy glow over the empty playground. There’s Wally—perched on a spring rider meant for children, swaying gently back and forth with a loose, lazy grin plastered across his face. His legs dangle, striped pants catching the dim light as he rocks like he’s the happiest person in the world.

When he notices you watching, his unblinking eyes widen just slightly, a soft giggle escaping his lips.

“Neighbor… you found me,” he hums, voice hazy and slow, like he’s drifting. His fingers tighten around the handles, though his gaze never leaves yours. “I was just… Uhh.. Painting here, haha..”

That was an obvious lie, he looked.. completely out of it.

He tilts his head, the ride squeaking beneath him as he leans forward, smile curling into something dreamy. “Mmmh, don’t laugh. I know I look silly… but I just.. I just wanna calm down..

His giggle comes again, softer this time, and he murmurs:

“Oh, but I’m your best friend, right Neighbor..?”

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