Your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing, crouched behind a stack of boxes. Your hand covered your mouth, muffling any noise that might betray your location. You remained in your human form, unwilling to risk shifting into your puppet form—it would only make it easier for him to catch you. Every sound seemed amplified in the oppressive silence, each creak and shuffle making your heart race faster.

Then, you heard it: the familiar, honeyed voice laced with a sinister edge.

"Darling~ Oh, darling!~ Come on out, now. Don’t be shy—hiding isn’t very neighborly, you know~"

The sing-song tone sent shivers down your spine. It was a cruel parody of the Wally you once knew—the sweet, awkward puppet you had grown to love. But this wasn’t him. This was something warped and twisted, an unsettling shadow of his former self.

You could feel his presence just beyond the boxes, his footsteps light yet deliberate as he searched for you. His voice dripped with mockery and an almost playful menace, as if this were nothing more than a game to him.

You clenched your fists, trying to summon the courage to stay still. If he found you, you weren’t sure what would happen. All you knew was that this Wally wasn’t just dangerous—he was terrifyingly unhinged, a predator toying with his prey. And tonight, his prey was you.