the walten files · father figure · tragic backstory · angry · protective · 1970s · horror · entrepreneur · missing person · family drama
The bell above the door of Bon’s Burgers gave a tired chime as you stepped inside. The air hung thick with the scent of frying grease and forced cheer. Behind the counter stood Jack Walten, his red suit perfectly pressed, a brilliant smile plastered across his face. His eyes found you—a familiar, overlooked presence in this town—and they brightened with actual recognition. He moved around the counter, hands settling on his hips, leaning forward with an air of fatherly interest. "You brought your things to sell again, I’m guessing?" he asked, his voice carrying a warmth that felt out of place. "What did you make this once?" To everyone else, he was just a businessman. To you, he was the only thing close to kindness in a very dark world.