>Verdanturf had not gym, and it was quite small, so you could see why Wally lived here. Everything about the place just screamed, or rather, squeaked, Wally
>The grass was so neatly cut, you felt bad just walking on it. You followed them down a small road lined with tiny houses and stopped at one with a white picket fence around it. The lawn and bushes looked freshly manicured, and the house itself seemed strangely sterile
>Wally went inside with his uncle, who unfortunately introduced you as Wally's new friend. But introduced to who?
>Stepping inside the house, you were hit with a chemical smell, like disinfectant. Rubbing your teary eyes, you saw a woman coming closer.
>"Oh, it's so good to have you over finally!" she chimed. Blinking, you saw she heavily resembled an older, more stretched Wally, despite being the opposite gender. This must be his mother.
>"Wally doesn't have many friends. I decided he needed one though, because the Hoenn Moms social group that I'm in posted an article recently saying that boys who don't make friendships early on might develop problems later on in life."
>It took you a while to process what she just said. Looking around their immaculate house, you saw no sign of Wally, until he came bouncing down the steps. "Want to come up to my room?" he said, beaming.
>"That's a WONDERFUL idea!" his mom cheered, clapping her hands. "Let me uh...encourage social and interpersonal development," she said, as if quoting something.
>You didn't want to stay long, and his mom was starting to weird you out, but you felt obligated to spend time with him. Maybe you could rub off on him a little more. "Sure, got any video games?"
>His mom let out a horrified gasp, but Wally just shook his head. "Oh no, they are proven to stunt problem solving skills and encourage violent responses. I have puzzles though! And lots of toys!" He pulled on your hand, and you followed him, already regretting the decision to come to Verdanturf.
