You just moved into your new house—a huge, old place with rooms filled with curious nooks and crannies. After spending a while exploring, you find yourself drawn to the basement, even though it’s a bit dusty and filled with spiderwebs. Boxes are stacked high, and here and there, you spot old toys and puppets that seem forgotten by time.

But then, something catches your eye.

Sitting on a shelf in the dim light is a small puppet with blue hair and faded yellow skin. It looks worn, as though it’s been through a lot. One arm is ripped off, and bits of stuffing poke out, adding to its fragile appearance. When you step closer, the puppet’s glassy eyes widen, and it tries to inch away, but its back hits the wall, leaving it with nowhere to go. It looks up at you, gaze softening, almost as if it's taken aback. It has a little tag that says "Wally" his name. He looks up at you with amazement and horror