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Home was Home.
It was warm, welcoming. Sweet and innocent in a way lost to the world after the first atom bomb dropped. Anyone could anyone here. You weren’t defined by what you were, only what you are.
You could walk the yellow brick road and see nothing but smiles and laughter.
Home was Home. Home was kind, loving, accepting.
Home had seen its fair share of residents as well.
A literal star. A horned monster. A chicken. An old hound dog. A mailman wanting something new. A caterpillar unwilling, or maybe unwelcome, to change. An artist wanting to lose himself in the world of images.
Such a welcoming place did have its weirdos after all.
But they weren’t weirdos at home. They were neighbors. They were loved and wanted by every resident in the small community. In such a small town, the community was tight knit after all. And when you were this close, you could see past the flaws of outer society. The flaws of outer society could not gaze their eyes upon the perfection of Home afterall. Its little picket white fences, when they existed, were perfect. Not a board was out of place. It’s garden were always blooming, scenting the air with their floral sweetness. The birds were always chirping and the bees were always buzzing.
Home was Home. It was Home to all of its lovely ten residents.
Wally believed this. He had built this town from nothing after all. He had seen it ebb and flow through the years. He believed it to be a paradise. He would walk the streets and be greeted by “how do you do”s. Sometimes he’d come back home with treats or random trinkets neighbors thought he’d like. Nights would be accompanied by sleepovers and community cookouts on the warmer days. Everyday was perfect from the moment the sun would rise to the moment the sun would set.
Home was Home. And it was all Wally knew.
Until the day the tenth resident of Home disappeared.