Regular Show Wall Buddy Novels & Stories

Drawing and his music were enough for him. His friendship with Maddie had arisen by chance. She was also the odd one out at school. That had been the first click between them and had grown into a deep friendship. He found it especially annoying for her, all that stupid girl stuff, which he didn't understand anyway. Buddy's best friends, Leo and Dean, were trained differently at the same school. As a result, they regularly bumped into each other during breaks. They had a metal band together, ‘Dead Meadow’. That was what Buddy liked to put his energy into.

Buddha 🧘🧘: I have made it to where the target is. Chief 🇺🇸: excellent! Let us know when we can visit. I will be in the waiting room with the rest of the team. Zombie 🧟‍♂️ : Why is this group chat GREEN?????? Badger 🦡 : Yayyyyy!!!! I am on my way with Lennie and Ollie!!!! And Z ask the noob. And Buddha you better not go in without me! Bodhi 🏄 : *GIF of one of the Olsen twins saying “HOW RUDE” *

Something about her drove him crazy and he could not grasp his fingers around it, but all he knew was he needed her. Still in his half naked state he walked toward a part of the wall within his room where there was a small hummingbird painting hung on the wall. He removed it to reveal a red button and when he clicked it, the wall turned around like a door. He walked inside and pressed the button from inside the room and the wall became a normal wall again. He pressed another button and the room lightened up to reveal a hidden chamber, his favorite part of the entire house. Every time he walked into the room it was as if his soul was renewed.

It makes me feel wanted. "Who the fuck is Cuddles?" A smile graces my face. "My giant lizard companion." Ryan gawks at me as one would stare at a mentally ill person. "Your what?!" And that's when the entire wall crumbles to dust. I glance to my left, smiling brightly when my eyes land on Cuddles and the gang. Blue is wagging his tail while his crazy tongue is hanging out of his mouth. It's a habit even Cuddles has picked up—his tongue is hanging out too.

But today, the blank wall panel near the mural of Soft Arrivals beckoned her, a canvas waiting to be filled with stories untold. Yam passed by silently, placing a bowl of water beside her without comment. His presence was comforting, a reminder of the quiet support that surrounded her. Franc smiled from across the room, nodding toward the blank wall panel near the mural of Soft Arrivals. It had waited, bare and patient, for the right moment to be transformed.