𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 (Wally darling x reader)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

                         "Wally, bring me my notepad. It's in the kitchen." I whispered, my eyes never leaving the screen.

I felt Wally remove his hands from my shoulders hesitantly before standing and making his way quickly out of the room. I rubbed my eyes with my hand and decided to wait until he got back before I dug in deeper. If I got lost, I'd need someone to pull me out. He entered back into the room holding my notepad and the pink sparkle pen I had used previously. I took them form his hands and flipped to a new page, jotting down everything I had just learned. I titled it 'Detective Liar'.

"Don't stress yourself too much, dear. Can't have you lose your mind yet!"  Wally joked, wearily picking up the broom he had dropped earlier and beginning to sweep the semi-dusty flooring.

I finished writing out all of my thoughts and set the notepad down, turning my attention back onto the dim white screen. I gripped the mouse and changed tabs to the restoration website, clicking a feed and reading more of the witness accounts. Yes, I'm calling them witness accounts.

"I heard they were dating in highschool." 

"Johnson is such an @$$ like who thinks to bring their gf to a creepy occult church."

I couldn't help but crack a smile at the last comment, who spells ass like that? Anyhow, I learned that my mother dated Johnson in their senior year. My entire view on their interactions has changed, ew. So far, I have that Johnson thought it would be funny to prank my mother by bringing her to the church and making fun of it - But it backfired and my mother ended up getting involved with the cult. If I could curse out Johnson right now, I would. I almost felt relieved that Wally killed him before I found this all out.

"And done! Doesn't this floor look brand new?" Wally said, setting the broom against the doorframe and walking back over to me.

I glanced up at him and smiled softly, quickly turning back to my notepad and jotting down the horrid fact they dated. I wanted to throw up, it was such a disgusting thought. Wally sat next to me and started to swat at my hair like a cat.

"I'm bored! Can't we do something fun?" Wally groaned, resting his head on my shoulder sadly.

"Give me a bit, I'm so close to figuring this out." I said plainly, looking from the notepad to the blinding screen.

I clicked on a drop down to see more comments under the thread, figuring out that they broke up five years before my mother became a scientist. Five years before she had me. I bit my lip and pulled up a seperate tab, feeling the need to confirm this somehow. I typed in the church link and pressed enter, adjusting my eyes as It brought me to the page almost immediately. If there was one thing I remembered from highschool, it was how to hack past website barrier walls. There had to be some secret information stored here. I got into the system and realized the website did have a special access feature for designated private members.

I was in.

I got to work straight away and downloaded all of the files to Wally's computer, not caring if it took up the rest of his storage. I watched the fifty files load, one in particular catching my eye - it couldn't hurt to open one now, right? It was titled;

'Top Donators 1979'

I opened it up and skimmed past the top five names and felt my heart drop to my stomach when I saw my mothers in sixth place. This would seem like something unneeded to someone else, but to me, this proved the feed true. This proves that my mother has been involved since she graduated. I fumbled with my pen, almost dropping it as I violently scribbled down the new information. It took all of my energy to fight back the curses I wanted to scream in that moment. I dropped the pen and  reread all of the information. I found myself questioning,

'Did Johnson help her? Would he?'

I closed the church tab and went back into the thread, digging down deeper into the mess of conspiracies.

"I heard his best friend's son went missing after watching the show."

Bingo.

If this is true, Johnson probably devoted his attention and time to finding his son. That would explain why he had the huge box under his desk with tons of information on the children individually. If I could go back and look through his box again, I bet I'd find a lawsuit from Welcome Home. If the church created the show as a cover up and found out he was trying to solve it, they would've wanted to stop him somehow. They would've used his conspiracies as false slander and threatened to sue him - that's why he had to stop!

I scribbled it all out onto the notepad and couldn't help but feel.. proud. I took pride in myself for coming this far and somehow connecting these age old points. But, I knew it wasn't over yet.

I decided to try and find more information on the Welcome Home website. I closed all of the additional tabs and stayed on the thread, exiting it and returning to the homepage where the bright colored characters greeted me. I scrolled to the very bottom of the page, noting an 'updates' tab and pressed it immediately. I was taken to a small page with only two updates on it;

"We appreciate all of the efforts to reopen this case, we assure you it will happen soon!" - 1996

"We have been sent critical video evidence to help support that the children are still alive! Because of this, we believe there is more out there. We're creating a channel that will be dedicated to documenting and preserving these tapes! We'll be linking it below, watch at your own risk." -1997

1 attachment - (look on my conversations tab 👀)

I gulped as my eyes landed on the link. A video? A child took a video from here? I double clicked it and waited for the page to load. Wally lifted his head and stared intensely at the screen.

"I didn't know about a video." He whispered, looking almost frightened.

When he said that, chills shot up my spine. Wally knew about everything, was always there with the children. How did one get off on their own?

The video started with a blue staticky screen, immediately popping into vibrant colors. This was definitely the neighborhood.

"Is this thing on? Oh, I'm holding it the wrong way."

A high voice spoke, being interrupted and broken apart by video static. My eyes widened as the camera flipped to show a female whose face was blurred out, my guess was to protect her identity from the public. I couldn't help but wonder,

How did she get a camera in the first place?