Wallace N' Friends

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Hiatus

Were gonna be taking a break from this account. Sorry!!

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Patricia Bandovich

Age: 61

Sexuality: Curious

Skin: Slightly tan, very wrinkled but has a sweet looking face

Hair: Pure white and frizzy with a dyed black stripe

Eyes: That cool hazel that looks red in some lights

Height: 4'10

Body Type: Chubby

Siblings: N/A

Dress: Old Fashionex, lots of floral print

Piercings/Tattoos: Ears pierced

Physical/Mental limitations: No left pinky toe, just completely insane

Physical/Mental Strengths: Hides insanity very well, cunning, deceptively strong

Lines in Poland, Maine downtown in a small slightly decapitated house

Hobbies:Painting (mainly in the color red), taxidermy, murder (sh. It’s a secret)

Best friend: Taxidermy Racoon Billy

Worst enemy: the government

A wish/Dream: To own a private cemetary

Things that make her laugh: Other people’s pain/incompetance

Fears: Dust. She is an avid duster.

Something she would like to learn: How to properly season human flesh and turn it into a quish.

Something she wants to forget: How messy her first kill was

Something she’d never do: Kill a child/person who’s too skinny to make a decent meal

A secret: She murdered her husband as her first kill and buried him in the park with her left pinky toe which also got cut off in the process of the murder. She has continued killing ever since and that was when she was 45.

Love interest: Deceased husband, that pretty little lady down the street (Malinda. She’s only in Patricia’s head)

Pets: All her Taxidermy animals, her favorite is Billy the Racoon

Quirky Habits: Collecting roadkill to then Taxidermy

Other: Loves cheese and is a closet weaboo.

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Jeff Weber

Age: 23

Sexuality: flamingly gay

Skin: Tan but not too tan, think the color of a Ritz Cracker

Hair: Bleach blonde (lighter than Dezmond’s honey blonde) but dyed black and slightly longer

Eyes: Dark blue

Height: 5’5

Body Type: Scrawny

Siblings in order of Age oldest to youngest: Dezmond, Damian, Him, Danni, Lucifer, Baxter, Jeremy

Dress: Band t-shirts, combat boots, ripped jeans. Has glasses but wears contacts

Piercings/Tattoos: Industrial piercing, septum, gauges (12s)

Physical/Mental Limitations: Freaks out at loud noises, mild schizophrenia (Hears voices, ADD, Insomnia/Night Terrors, Severe Social Anxiety, PTSD, depression, when he gets mad /he gets mad/, bad at English and history, impatient, secretly sensitive

Physical/Mental strengths: good at math/science, great musician, good at poetry (secretly of course), good at comebacks, has morals (no stealing/hurting people), responsible

Lives in Poland, Maine and roommates with Danni Weber

Hobbies: Drawing/art, Playing drums, writes poetry, Dancing

Best Friend: Danni

Worst Enemy: Danni

A wish/dream: To be important to someone

Things that make him laugh: Memes and his brother’s antics

Fears: losing his family, spiders, the end of the world/the apocalypse

Something he would like to learn: Sign language

Something he wants to forget: Nothing. He knows everything he remembers has made him who he is

Something he’d never do: Leave his family/risk leaving

A Secret: Also has a crush on Wally, is really sensitive, Always has his childhood stuffed bunny Fluffykins hidden under his bed

Love interest: Has an online secret boyfriend named Gabe.

Pets: 2 Bearded Dragons

Quirky habits: Fiddles with his necklaces as a nervous habit

Other : He dresses up as Danni to get away with things, Loves anime, refuses to drink any Pepsi product, collects rocks, Is Danni’s identical twin

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The Call pt 2

The car ride to the police station was long and mostly silent. The music playing and the engine running are the only noises that the two people can hear besides the beat of their own hearts.

Wally pulls the car into a parking spot, looking through the front windshield and up to the large police station. The place seems busy, a lot of close up parking spaces taken. Today much be a bad day for them. Wally shuts off the car before turning his attention to Damian in the passenger seat. Damian is staring out the window, completely zoned out and arm leaning on the window. He doesn’t even realize they’ve arrived, too lost in his own thoughts.

Wally lays a careful hand on Damian’s shoulder and he snaps out of it turning to Wally with an unforgettable look. His hazel eyes sparkle with tears in the light of the sun as they are filled with sadness, betrayal, and anger. Wally’s eyes aren’t an exact mirror back, but are similar enough, the only difference is his eyes show his concern for his closest friend.

If anyone were to look at the two they wouldn’t be able to tell what is going on from the outside except that they were having a moment. If they looked in the two boys eyes they would surely understand, but Wally and Damian don’t need eyes to feel the others emotions. They can just tell.

Wally talks quietly, the hesitation in his voice obvious. “Are you ready?”

Damian takes a moment to close his eyes before exiting the car, leaving his friends hand suspended for a mere second before the he reacts, climbing out and locking up the car. Damian is already half way to the door, Wally having to run to catch up to him and take his hand before they walk into the station.

The place is horrendously busy, officers moving about with files or people in handcuffs. No one is still. Damian makes his way to the front desk with Wally at his side, but doesn’t talk immediately, not trusting his own voice.

“Were here to see Dezmond Weber.” Wally says, taking control of the situation so Damian wouldn’t have to. “Were his family.”

The police officer glares grumpy as he stands up making a gesture to follow him. It’s obvious he is busy and doesn’t want to be bothered actually talking to the two, which is fine by them. He leads them into obviously a makeshift holding cell that usually is a conference room. Dezmond is sitting handcuffed to a chair in the corner looking at the three as they enter. The police officer gives them 10 minutes before rushing back out to his paperwork.

Damian leads the way over to Dezmond standing in front of him obviously upset. His arms are crossed and his shoulders hunched, Wally standing slightly behind him.

“W…why? Why did you..why did you do this?” His voice is scared and timid, shaking with his body as his hands grip his arms tightly. Wally lays a hand on his arm gently.

“I needed the money Damian…times are tough ok? I got set up either way…someone rated me out to the cops. I know who too. Just wait till I get my hands on that pig…” you can hear the anger in Dezmond’s voice, his fists clenched and nails digging into his palms. His eyes are downcast hair falling over his face.

Wally finally decides to speak up. “You could’ve come to us you know…we could’ve helped you so you didn’t have to do this. And now you aren’t gonna be able to get whoever that is because you’re gonna be in jail! Dezi jail is serious! You…why would you leave all of us like this…” The pain in his voice is evident and he’s getting angry, starting to slip into his natural Texan drawl.

Without thinking, Wally walks up to Dezmond and back slaps him across the face, hard enough for the rest of the criminals in the room to feel the pain. Damian then lays a hand on Wally’s shoulder, it being his turn to comfort.

Wally and Dezmond had always been close, Dezmond having served as sort of a parental figure for Wally after his parents forced him out. Damian and Dezmond both look at Max carefully.

“Look kiddo. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened…just.” Dezmond looks up at his brother as the police officer enters the room, announcing it was time to leave. “Take care of my family while I’m gone.”

The police officer starts to lead them out but Damian breaks back through hugging Dezmond tight, tears finally falling.

“I’ll see you again soon shithead. Don’t worry.”

A/N Hey guys! This may be the last part of this fic but I may return to it later! Hope you enjoyed!

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Danni Weber

Age: 23

Sexuality: Questioning/experimenting

Skin: Tan but not too tan, think the color of a Ritz Cracker

Hair: Bleach blonde (lighter than Dezmond’s honey blonde) with light pink on the bangs

Eyes: Dark blue

Height: 5’5

Body Type: Scrawny

Siblings in order of Age oldest to youngest: Dezmond, Damian, Jeff, Him, Lucifer, Baxter, Jeremy

Dress: Pull over hoodie with a nerdy graphic design shirt underneath, blue jeans and converse.

Piercings/Tattoos: right side eyebrow piercing

Physical/Mental Limitations: mild schizophrenia (Hears voices, ADD, Insomnia/Night Terrors, Severe Social Anxiety, Severe PTSD, depression, when he gets mad /he gets mad/, bad at math and science

Physical/Mental strengths: Good cuddler, surprisingly great in bed, patient generally, great at guitar, good at English and history

Lives in Poland, Maine and roommates with Jeff Weber

Hobbies: Guitar, Video games, Reading, purposefully annoy people for his own amusement, putting random stickers everywhere

Best Friend: N/A

Worst Enemy: N/A

A wish/dream: To make more good friends and eat an alligator

Things that make him laugh: puns/bad jokes, Jeff getting hurt non seriously (aka stubbing his toe or something like that)

Fears: The dark, being alone/abandoned/forgotten, penguins, tests

Something he would like to learn: How to Dance

Something he wants to forget: Half of the childhood that Damian wants to forget (b/c Danni is younger)

Something he’d never do: Hurt anyone on purpose

A Secret: He knows how to and loves to knit, likes to hide Jeffs jackets, really enjoys erotic fanfiction, and totally gets more action than people think.

Love interest: He loves all of society for the most part

Pets: 2 Axolotls named squishy and spoopy and a chameleon named Shade

Quirky habits: Purposefully makes people remember random songs that no one knows the name of, rick rolls people often, often hums random indistinguishable tunes

Other : Identical biological twin with Jeff, has a Large stuffed animal collection, is often very shy and introverted, gets sun burnt really easily

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The Call Part 1

Summary: A couple days after Wally and Damian move into their new apartment with eachother, Dezmond calls with big news and the two roommates have to deal with the consequences of Damian’s eldest brothers actions.

“That’s the last one!” Damian says happily from the kitchen as he finally unpacks the final box that contained the coffee machine. Wally stops programing the TV as Damian walks into the living room, flopping down next to him on the old used sofa with a heavy sigh. Wally scoffs and continues to mess with the remote.

“Would’ve been faster if someone hadn’t got us locked out of the house yesterday” Wally says sarcastically with a chuckle, pushing his glasses up as Damian glares.

“… That was you”

“Oh shut up Dami.” Wally moves, wacking Damian lightly with a nearby bacon pillow. He smiles as Damian looks stunned momentarily before Damian grabs a Dalek pillow. Wally’s face falls and he squeaks as Damian wacks him back, the entire thing turning into a pillow fight.

Damian is running around the couch to dodge Wally’s attacks when both stop as Damian’s cell phone rings, an unknown number popping up. Damian grabs it answering as Wally sits down, Dami’s Siamese munchkin cat “Dr Midnight” jumps onto his lap, curling up under his slender fingers as they gently scratch his head.

“Hello?” Damian answers cautiously as he stands with his hand in his back pocket. He’s worried, not usually getting calls from anyone but his brothers.

“Hey shithead.” The voice only other line says in a joking manor, the voice rough and experienced. Damian immediately calms down as he recognizes the voice and the nickname as his older brother Dezmond.

“Hey. What’s going on? You get a new number or something?” He asks calmly before Dezmond let’s out a sigh and Damian’s worry returns.

“I may be in a bit of trouble. I’m kind of at the police station…I got busted kid. Drugs. They have enough evidence so…I may be going away for a while.” Damian freezes, Wally looking up worridly as he sees this and reaching up to take Damian’s now limp and fallen out of his pocket’s hand, griping slightly and reassuringly. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he can tell it isn’t good.

“I…I’m on my way. Just…hold on.” Damian hangs up running a hand through his dyed blue hair and then across his face.

“What’s going on?” Wally looks up at him curious and feeling anxiety bubble up.

“D..Dezmond is in jail..” He’s shaking bad and Wally can feel it. He moves the cat off his lap before standing up and hugging Damian, his small arms wrapping around the others chest as Damian returns the hug tightly.

“It’ll be ok. I’ll drive. We will figure this out.” Wally tries desperately to hide the shakiness of his own voice and the uncertainty. He’s not only saying this to reassure his friend, but himself as well.

Damian nods, hugging tighter before leaving the hug and moving to grab his jacket. Wally moves doing the same and slipping on shoes before following Damian out into the apartment complex’s hallway. Wally stops to make sure the door Is locked and he has the keys and his license before barely making it to the elevator in time to catch it, Damian already waiting inside silently with the button to the first floor pressed.

The ride down is awkwardly silent, Damian not saying anything and Wally not wanting to force Damian to speak. He does, however grab Damian’s hand once again in reassurance, both hands shaky, uncertain, and scared. Damian leads the way out of the building once the elevator doors open, heading over to the parking garage and climbing into the old beat down used car. It used to be red but now it just looks like a brick brown with pain chipped and a few dents.

Wally climbs in, turning on the car, music instantly blasting from the speakers in the form of Hotel California by Eagles from Damian’s radio station. Wally starts the engine looking over at Damian and once again grabbing his hand.

“It’ll be ok. You ready?”

Damian takes a deep shaky breathe before nodding.

“Yeah”

A/N Next part will probably be up sometime tomorrow night! Thanks for reading and keep an eye out!!

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Dezmond Weber

Age: 29

Sexuality: Pansexual

Skin: Very very pale

Hair: Honey Blonde with faded out fiery orange

Eyes: Blue-grey

Height: 6’1

Body Type: Skinny but muscular Think Lifeguard w/ dimples

Piercings/Tattoos: Both Eyebrows, Vampire bites, wants back of neck piercing, right side full sleeve, back tattoo w/ all the brothers’ birthdays

Siblings in order of Age oldest to youngest: Him, Damian, Jeff, Danni, Lucifer, Baxter, Jeremy

Dress: Prison uniform, Outside of prison he has Dean Winchester style

Physical/Mental Limitations: Deathly allergic bees and Kiwi’s, mild schizophrenia (Hears voices), ADD, Insomnia/Night Terrors, depression, doesn’t trust easily

Physical/Mental strengths: Very good with people/getting people to trust him, strong legs/fast, basically pretty strong all over, flexible, loyal, bilingual (Latin, English, spanish), strong immune system

Lives in the state prison 2 towns over

Hobbies: Painting, charcoal drawing, drawing in general

Best Friend: Lucifer Weber

Worst Enemy: Wally’s owner(More info in the future)

A wish/dream: To be a tattoo artist, and to be seen for once as an actually half decent person

Things that make him laugh: Damian

Fears: Death, Oblivion, Losing his family, Damian leaving him, pigs, turkeys

Something he would like to learn: How to be a contribution to society

Something he wants to forget: hurting his family

Something he’d never do: leave his family on purpose or kill any member of his family

A Secret: He used to cuddle Damian when they were little so neither of them would have nightmares

Love interest: Regina and EX Wally’s owner Derek

Pets: piranhas and a few eels being taken care of by Damian

Quirky habits: Has a tendency to have fantasies about the death of others whether he actually wants them dead or not

Other : Drug possession/dealing sentenced for 2 years, has a major blood kink, Is in a co-ed prison and that’s where he met Regina, Wally’s owner sold him out to the cops and Dezi has no clue that Wally is with the owner/Wally doesn’t know about Derek’s past, Also Wally gave Dezmond the nickname Dezi.

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Damian Weber 😊

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Wallace “Wally” Andersson

Age: 25

Sexuality/Gender: Pansexual Transgender post surgeries

Skin: Pale and ghostly af

Hair: Naturally dirty blonde Dyed markiplier red and very short

Eyes: Dark chocolate brown

Height: 5’4

Body Type: Skinny & boney w/ kind of big thighs

Siblings in order of Age oldest to youngest: Regina, Him

Piercings/Tattoos: Nipple, Snake bites, gauges (6s), classic nose piercing right side, 6 current  tattoos (full post later)

Dress: Flannel, skinny jeans, converse/doc martins, band t-shirts, glasses, jean jacket hoodie, a collar

Physical/Mental Limitations: Bipolar, Depression, oral fixation, social anxiety, panic attacks, mild PTSD, allergic to penicillin, eating disorder not specified, migraines

Physical/Mental strengths: good at giving mental support, good singer, good at making people laugh, can fit into small spaces, good at making logical decisions, strong immune systems

Lives in Poland, Maine and roommates with Damian Weber

Hobbies: pestering Damian, watching anime, drawing, singing, reading fanfiction, tumblr, riding a motorcycle, scaring Danni with bob(his corn snake)

Best Friend: Damian Weber

Worst Enemy: Anyone who messes with his family or friends

A wish/dream: to become a music therapist and help young LGBTQ+ foster children

Things that make him laugh: myself, Damian, anyone while drunk, people getting hurt, memes, puns

Fears: Blood, isolation, being abandoned/forgotten, horror movies, people dropping me

Something he would like to learn: Japanese

Something he wants to forget: The 7th grade

Something he’d never do: yell at Damien on purpose

A Secret: has a crush on Damian, had a thing with Lucifer, Is FTM no one knows except Damian

Love interest: Has an owner online named Damian

Pets: Has a corn snake named Bob

Quirky habits: Tap things, will subconsciously write words he’s thinking on his arm with his pointer finger, Wiggles when zoned out listening to music, plays piano with fingers on a desk, table, or anything near him to any song playing in his head

Other: Will protect Damian no matter what, is a stoner, cant swim, rides a motorcycle, parents are estranged because they disapprove of his lifestyle and only Damian knows, was adopted at 2 years old for unknown reasons, birth name is  Sharron.

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Damian Weber

Age: 26

Sexuality: Flamingly Gay

Skin: Slightly Tan

Hair: Naturally dirty blonde currently dyed bright blue and short

Eyes: Hazel but get lighter or darker depending on his mood

Height: 5’8

Body Type: Big boned and a marshmallow (Think Hunk from Voltron Legendary Defenders)

Siblings in order of Age oldest to youngest: Dezmond, Him, Jeff, Danni, Lucifer, Baxter, Jeremy

Dress: Will wear anything comfy with a secret weakness for V-Necks and Stripes. Is usually in shorts (no matter the weather), a T-shirt, a Hoodie, and whatever footwear he can find.

Physical/Mental Limitations: Deathly allergic to Bees/allergic to avocados, mild schizophrenia (Hears voices, ADD, Insomnia/Night Terrors, Severe Social Anxiety, Mild PTSD, depression, weak immune system

Physical/Mental strengths: Loyal, Protective, Good singer, Strong (Can “Lift two children over their head”), Good at playing pool, shooting darts, and archery.

Lives in Poland, Maine and roommates with Wallace Andersson

Hobbies: Gaming, Horror movie binging, listening to music (anything but country), drawing, reading, & scaring Wallace, tumblr

Best Friend: Wallace “Wally” Andersson

Worst Enemy: Anyone who messes with his family or Wally

A wish/dream: For their entire family to be happy at once

Things that make him laugh: Wally’s facial expressions and Danni’s reaction to snakes

Fears: Ladybugs, the dark, being alone, being abandoned, being forgotten, clowns, spiders, drowning, storms

Something he would like to learn: quantum-physics so he can get into Area 51

Something he wants to forget: his entire childhood

Something he’d never do: Kill anyone and get away with it because Wally would catch him

A Secret: He has a crush on Wally, secretly wants to be Wiccan but doesn’t want Wally to think he’s copying him, wants to make everyone proud but feels like he can’t, makes Wally think the house is haunted by rearranging stuff, stole one of Wally’s shirts

Love interest: Not currently but crushing on Wally

Pets: A munchkin cat and Dezmond’s Piranhas and Eels while he’s in jail

Quirky habits: bites fingernails, drinks milk out of carton, folds pants and shirts inside out but when folding pants pulls one leg right side and folds it over, twirls hair around when thinking

Other : If you try to scare him you will ALWAYS get kneed in the crotch, doesn’t get along with his brothers 90% of the time, Parents are dead DON’T TALK ABOUT IT, & has never had a piercing or tattoo but really wants one.