Hey everyone, just saying that Walter isn't dead, he's just sleeping. And this chapter is his dream.
Group 1
Walter had never felt so alone in his life. He was standing in a mysterious room (again) but there was no-one around to keep him company now. No Kermit. No Fozzie. No-one.
Still, he felt like someone was watching him. And if he strained his ears ju-u-ust enough, he could just about hear someone calling his name.
"Walter? Walter!"
No, he definitely wasn't imagining it, someone was calling his name.
"Waaaaalter!"
The voice sounded scared, almost desperate. And call him crazy, but Walter thought he might be able to recognise whose voice it was.
"Gary?" he called.
He ran as fast as he could, towards where the voice was coming from and there was Gary. The two brothers hugged so tightly, it was as if they couldn't bear to let go.
"How did you know where I was?" Walter asked.
"I am your wise, older brother, I know all," Gary declared in a mock-dramatic tone.
"Yeah, right," Walter laughed giving him a gentle shove. "Seriously though, what are you doing here?"
"I'm carrying a message," Gary said. "Kermit told me what's been going on, with the statues and all that…"
He was looking at Walter's missing arm. Walter looked too.
"Yeah," Walter felt his grin begin to fade. "Everyone thinks I'm gonna die."
He clutched the sleeve of Gary's shirt.
"I'm not, am I?"
"No, of course not," Gary said. "That's what this message is about."
He pulled Walter in close and stroked his hair.
"If you give up hope," he said. "You're pretty much dead."
He felt Walter tense.
"But, as long as you stay strong, keep believing, you'll be just fine."
"Are you sure?" Walter asked.
"Of course I'm sure," Gary assured. "But please Walter, the Muppets need you, and…well…I need you. You're my little brother."
Walter knew his brother was right. He couldn't die, the Muppets needed him! And so did Gary, he couldn't leave him alone, not after he already did leave him to join the Muppets,
So his arm had been blown straight off. So what? He'd been in worse situations. (He has?) Walter had proved time and time again how mentally strong he was. He certainly wasn't the coward most disillusioned people thought he was.
"Well…I'll try," he said.
"Thank you," Gary said. "You're my hero, you know that, right?"
Walter nodded. "I know."
His eyes blurred with tears.
But the two brothers were interrupted, by a voice coming from the ceiling.
"Walter? Please, you can't have died yet. We need you!"
"Oh, it's Kermit," Walter said recognising the voice immediately. "I'd better go."
He looked back at Gary. "Will I ever see you again? I mean, I'm stuck in the Death Relic Realm and none of us know how to get out."
"You'll be fine, Walter," Gary said. "I know you'll think of something smart, find your way out of there, and you'll be back to the theatre in no time."
"I know," Walter said. "But just in case we don't make it out of there, remember that I love you, Gary. And I wanted to say thanks…for everything."
"You too, little brother."
Walter began to run off in the other direction, but as he did so, he turned and shouted: "Goodbye!"
As soon as Walter opened his eyes, there was a huge commotion.
"He's alive! He's waking up, oh, thank goodness!"
This voice came from Kermit, and as soon as Walter was properly awake, Kermit threw his arms around him in delighted relief.
"I thought I'd lost you," Kermit said. "I was so scared; you're like a brother to me, Walter."
"I know," Walter said. "But, I saw my real brother."
"What do you mean?"
"In my dream, I saw Gary, and he told me that I needed to stay strong, to survive. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, he reminded me that you guys need me. So I'm going to do everything I can to make it through this."
Cutie! So there, you all knew I didn't have the heart to kill Walter, on my character chart he's the optimist and I couldn't kill him off, could I? BTW, just letting you know, the dream is in italics because it looked cool. You know what a sucker for cool-looking italics I am!