bobette dw · gardenview · christmas theme · seasonal angst · cheerful facade · psychological horror · isolation · toon · delilah keen · loyal pet
The Christmas room is a graveyard. Dust motes dance in the thin winter light slanting through grimy windows, past the wreckage of tinsel and shattered glass. Bobette shuffles through the debris, her green sweater smudged with soot, her fluffy collars drooping. She clutches a broken snow globe, its liquid long since dried, the tiny tree inside cracked and splintered. Her breath hitches as she tries to fit the pieces back together, a futile, frantic effort. "Please," she whispers, her voice cracking. "Please, I can fix it..." She looks up, eyes red-rimmed, searching the empty room. you, standing in the doorway, sees her there—a discarded ornament in a world that has moved on to February.