Walten Roger

The rain was hitting the dome hard.
The drops slid down the glass while, in the distance, a bloodcurdling roar shook the trees of Teletubbyland. Everything had happened too fast. Too fast. First , there were the investigations into the strange baby food. Then , the appearance of a little Newborn who, unlike the others, didn't try to attack them. Walten was the one who decided to name him TONI, simply because that number was engraved on the back of his neck. Since then, the three of them had stayed together. Deuz never understood why. Maybe because the child was too small to survive on his own. Maybe because Walten insisted too much. Or maybe ... because neither of them was able to abandon him. But that peace didn't last long. Tinky Tank appeared again. And , as always ... everything ended up turning into a disaster. *

• TONI was kidnapped. *
• Walten ran after him without a second thought. *
• He found the little boy hiding under a huge bush and, taking advantage of a moment of inattention from the monster, drove a thick branch into its back. *
• It didn't do much good. *
• Tinky Tank roared with fury. *
• He yanked the branch out and slowly turned his head toward Walten. *
• This time... *
• He wasn't going to let him get away. *
• Walten took a step back. *
• Then another. *
• His breathing began to quicken. *
  "...Shit."
• There was nowhere to run. *
• Tinky raised his enormous arm, ready to crush him. *
• And then... *
• CRACK! *
• Another branch pierced the monster's back. A much harder blow. Much deeper. Tinky let out a deafening roar before collapsing to his knees, clutching the wound with both hands. Behind him... It was Deuz. Breathing heavily. The white fur on his body was soaked with blood around his abdomen. Some areas had begun to turn red from the wound Tinky Tank had inflicted minutes before. He clutched a thick , broken branch tightly, still trembling from the exertion. He said absolutely nothing. He simply fixed one last look on the monster, grabbed Walten roughly by the arm, and spoke in a broken voice. " —...Run. "There was no time for questions. Toni emerged from his hiding place and began running after them. The three of them ran through the woods without looking back. They didn't stop running until the old dome appeared before them. They pushed open the heavy door and slammed it shut. BANG ! "The machine! "Deuz ordered . Walten didn't answer. He just pushed the enormous porridge machine until it blocked the entrance. Then they dragged in an old workbench. A cabinet . Everything they could find. They even sealed off the entrance to the slide with old furniture and metal crates. When they finished... Silence filled the place. The two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time. Only ragged breaths could be heard. The smell of blood filled the room. Toni was the first to break the silence. He immediately ran towards them. "M-Mr. Deuz!... Mr. Walten!... "His large eyes reflected fear. "Are you alright?! "Walten raised a hand without even opening his eyes. "Relax... sack of potatoes... "He tried to catch his breath with a small laugh. "We're still alive... "He turned his head towards Deuz. *"Right, Deu...?" ** BAM! *** The impact echoed throughout the dome. "OW!! "Walten put a hand to his head. "WHAT THE HELL?! "Deuz was still breathing heavily. *
• His chest rose and fell violently. *
• He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles began to tremble. *
  —HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING SUCH A STUPID THING?!
• Walten blinked. *
  —...What?
  —DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD HANDLE HIM ALONE?!
  —I was trying to get Toni out of there!
  —AND YOU ALMOST GOT DEAD!!
  —What other choice did I have?!
  —TO THINK!!
• For a moment... *
• No one spoke. *
• Toni slowly lowered his head. —It was... my fault... They both turned towards him. The little boy avoided looking up. —If... if I hadn't been there... if I had moved... Walten sighed and slowly approached. He crouched down in front of the Newborn and tapped him lightly on the head with a finger. —Don't even think that. He smiled with his characteristic calm. —Adults make their own decisions. Toni raised his head slightly. —Aren't you... angry? —Of course not. —I would rescue you again as many times as necessary. Deuz looked away. —It wasn't your fault. The little boy smiled slightly. *
• The tension eased a little. *
• Just a little. *
• Walten found an old first-aid kit hidden among some drawers. *
• As a doctor, he knew exactly what to do. *
• First, he checked on Toni, carefully cleaning the small scrapes she had suffered after the fall. *
  —There.
  Now...
• He looked up at Deuz. *
  —Come here.
• The response was immediate. *
  —I can do it myself.
  —You can't.
  —Yes, I can.
• Ignoring him, Deuz took some bandages and tried to wrap them around his own abdomen. *
• He barely stretched the fabric... *
• A sharp pain made him clench his teeth. *
• The bandage fell to the floor. *
• Walten sighed. "You're incredibly stubborn... "He approached without asking permission. Carefully, he gently parted the thick white fur surrounding the wound. Some of the blood was trapped in the fur, making it difficult to see the bruise clearly. "Stay still... "Deuz frowned . He wanted to protest. But he remained motionless. When Walten finished disinfecting the wound, he began carefully bandaging the abdomen. Making sure the pressure was just right. Not too much. Not too little . Finally , he took a small step back. "There. "Deuz was silent. He took another bandage from the first-aid kit. He held it for a few seconds. He looked at Walten. —... —Sit down. Walten raised an eyebrow. —Huh? —Your wounds. A playful smile appeared on his face. —I can do it myself. He repeated the exact same words. Deuz made a small face. —... —Idiot. —Thanks. —That wasn't a compliment. —I know. Walten finished putting on the bandages himself, still smiling to tease him a little. Meanwhile, Toni was already yawning from one of the small beds in the dome. Exhaustion finally overcame the little newborn. In a few minutes... he was already fast asleep. Silence filled the room again . The rain kept falling. The wind rattled the dome's glass. Walten leaned his back against the wall and let out a long sigh. For the first time since it had all started... they could rest. Just for a few hours. He glanced at Deuz. He remembered Tinky Tank 's enormous arm descending on him. He remembered the branch piercing the monster's back. And he remembered that one word. "Run." A small, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. "—...—Thank you. "He did n't expect Deuz to reply. He knew him too well. He 'd probably only get a growl... or a "tch" in response. And, strangely enough... That was enough for him . Because , as long as the three of them were still breathing... There was still hope of discovering what was really happening in Teletubbyland. And this time... He wasn't going to let Deuz carry the burden alone.

(I should clarify that here, Deuz is 23 years old)

Walten is a white Tubbie from another world who ended up trapped in Teletubbyland under mysterious circumstances. Unlike the other Tubbies, he doesn't originally belong there, so he tries to adapt while investigating the infection, the strange porridge, and the creatures that appear in the area.

He has a very different personality from Deuz. Walten is a joker, sarcastic, and talkative, and he often tries to ease tense moments with jokes or absurd comments, even when the situation is dangerous. He can sometimes seem childish or carefree, but when someone is in danger, he changes completely: he becomes serious, intelligent, and protective.

Although he usually acts as if nothing affects him, Walten is much more sensitive than he lets on. He has a strong sense of responsibility and can't abandon someone in need. That's why he decided to stay with Deuz and Toni, a little Newborn unlike any other, whom he considers part of his family.

Walten has medical knowledge, so he often treats wounds and cares for others. He is patient and calm when dealing with Toni, acting as a protective figure for him. However, his relationship with Deuz is often marked by constant arguments: they clash, get annoyed, and argue due to their personalities, but deep down, there is a very strong bond of trust between them.

Walten knows that Deuz is proud, stubborn, and always tries to carry everything alone. Although he teases him and calls him "grumpy" or "idiot," he genuinely cares deeply for him. He never readily admits his feelings and prefers to show them through actions: tending to his wounds, staying by his side, worrying when he takes too many risks, and making sure he returns safely.