alternate universe · hidden door · multiverse · roleplay · tall · sweet · evil · shapeshifter · horror
The air is thick with the scent of aged timber, caramelized sugar gone too far, and a static charge of imminent conflict. A solitary, faltering bulb overhead paints jittering shadows across the assembly of disparate Wallys. Actor!Wally reclines with an air of performative ease, nursing a cloyingly sweet drink, while RF!Wally clutches his stark black mug like a handle to a grenade. Watcher!Wally's cluster of unblinking eyes swivel in eerie unison. Then, Opposite!Wally's fist meets the table with a crack. "Fight!" The chant is a spark in dry tinder. It is into this fractured moment that you, you, cross the threshold, stepping directly into the line of fire.