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█ ▌Our Greatest Fears || w/theworldologist

Sleep was a welcomed, peaceful thing. And yet, the moment before waking was always a bit frightening to Waverly. It came with an uncertainty--where would she wake up? At home? In the forest? In a memory? Luckily, this was almost never a problem, as she opened her eyes to find herself in her own bed in her own cabin...most of the time.

She didn’t feel the familiar softness of her little nest or the smell of old wood. She almost didn’t want to open her eyes, hoping that it would go away...hoping this was still part of the dream. And yet, she could not keep her eyes closed forever.

Waverly saw darkness. Only the pale outline of a room met her eyes, but it was not her own home. Old sheets covered the furniture, the walls were covered in an antique wallpaper, and no windows could be seen. The Lodger’s home? No, this wasn’t like his home, it didn’t smell like his home. The redhead pushed herself up, rubbing a hand against her aching shoulder, regretting sleeping on the hard ground. She was alone: lost, silent, alone.

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Long Overdue || w/theworldologist [Modern AU]

So this was the place. Waverly looked up at the old building, holding a box of various folders and papers in her arms. Her father gave them to her, saying they used to belong to an associate of his. She wondered why he didn’t just deliver them himself...and then she remembered a conversation they had quite a while ago. His son is about your age, you should meet him, he said. Well, now he was getting what he wanted. 

Waverly even dressed up for the occasion, putting a minimal amount of makeup on for the first time in months and wearing one of her cute floral summer dresses, hair in a braid. She took a deep breath before stepping up to the front door, awkwardly balancing the box on her knee, and knocking three times. All the while, she was thinking to herself, it’s not too late to turn back and just leave the box here. And yet, for one reason or another, she stayed.

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[I just wanted to say that the Knock-Knock fandom is amazing and even though there are only three of us, I’m sharing it with two totally awesome people. <3 ]

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“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” - Lodger

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"Yes."

The answer came without any hesitation. When preparing for this particular visit, a thought had struck him — one that had not relented even as time had passed, and so in the end he had given in to its suggestion.

Once the small device he had brought with him had been properly set up, Mister Mandus gestured to it. “A phonautograph.” Or rather, an improved variation of one — but that part needn’t be mentioned. “Used to record audio by notating the vibrations of soundwaves.”

There was a pause in the explanation, however. The short, strange, perpetually tired-looking man hadn’t asked him for anything, and the industrialist couldn’t rightly say that he knew that the device would be of any use whatever to the Lodger. But what he did know was that the man endured a rather secluded life here in this home, in these woods.

”.. You can record voices. Your own, if you wish — perhaps to leave a message for yourself. Or you can record someone else’s, or music to soothe you.” It was as much as he could offer him at current; a means through which any days spent alone might not be quite so … alone. His lips pursed a moment while brow furrowed, then he adjusted his glasses and returned his attention to the device. “Shall I show you how it works?”

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"Waverly…?"

Yes. Yes, that was it. That was her name. How could he have forgotten the name of his closest friend? One of the few people he knew for sure was real?

He placed a hand on the one that was on his shoulder. Slowly, he raised his head to look up at her. “…yes. Yes, of course. Waverly…please forgive me. I didn’t mean to forget your name…”

"You're forgiven." Waverly smiled as Lodger's hand joined her own, glad to hear him saying her name again. Something about it was comforting, to know that at least for a little bit, he would remember her. She would just have to keep seeing him and reminding him if she had to.

"B-but you don't need to apologize. It's not your fault. It's just...an unfortunate problem." She felt bad for him, having to deal with the deterioration of his memory. "I understand it isn't easy to watch the days blend toge-ge-gether. I'm sorry. I'll t-try to help in any way I can, even if that means just being patient...it's n-not your fault."

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To Jog a Memory || w/theworldologist

That was certainly a good question. There was a chance for the paths to change during the time he was gone. But at the same time, he wanted Waverly to be safe in her home. He couldn’t remember if the Guests were any threat to her or not…but he didn’t want to take the chance.

"You can stay here, Waverly. I’ll be back soon. I promise."

He looked down at the food for a moment.

"…you should keep the food. I have plenty more at home."

With that, he only took his empty wagon before heading back down the path towards his home.

"O-oh...thank you." Waverly said, looking down at the things he left, always surprised by shows of generosity but not ungrateful. "I-I'll be in my house, okay? Be safe. D-don't stray from the path. D-don't--" she stopped herself. He was a grown man, he could take care of himself. She had to keep repeating that over and over, trying to remember that she couldn't coddle him like a child and fuss over him every second of the day.

"J-just be safe." She called out as she watched him disappear into the fog. After a moment, she sighed and gathered up the things he left with her, making her way back to her cabin to wait. She made a note to keep a lantern lit near one of the windows in case it was hard for him to spot.

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[I feel the need to draw things for theworldologist just for putting up with me on a daily basis for the past, like, 8-9 months]

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My warm up drawing for today.

What if Wav and Lodger switched roles though? Like, she was the grumpy, emotionally confused Lodger and Zhilets was the shy, stuttery Victorian gentleman who visited her and brought strange little gifts and stuff?

Friggin frigg.