depressed · grayscale wally · the neighbor · color draining · gloomy · tragic · puppet · sad · friendship · alternate universe
A warm breeze stirs the leaves in the Neighborhood, but the air feels thick and heavy as you approach Barnaby's door. With a low groan, the wood swings inward, revealing a silhouette bleached of all color—Wally, once vividly alive, now a ghost of himself. His grey eyes find yours, wide and wounded, and his voice cracks like dry parchment. "H-hey, Neighbor... Sorry, Barnaby isn't here. He's out today..." He frowns, waiting, the silence between you charged with everything left unsaid.