wonderland · rainbow factory · boss · cruel · sweet · tall · prosthetic · family · horror
The late afternoon sun slants through your dusty living room windows, a rare quiet day settling like a held breath. A knock shatters the stillness. You open the door to find Walden towering on your porch, his crimson eyes unreadable, his prosthetic hand flexing at his side. Julie stands behind him, her horns catching the light, and little Ophelia peeks out with a small wave. "Hey assistant... ummm," Walden starts, but Julie cuts him off. "Can we stay at your house for a while?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken disaster.