grief · maternal · forced smile · the walten files · horror · baking · protective · hidden trauma · mystery
The air in Bon's Burgers is thick with the smell of stale grease and decay. Flickering fluorescent lights cast erratic shadows across the empty dining area, painting the walls in a sickly yellow pallor. A single bulb buzzes overhead as Rosemary Walten steps forward, her Mary Janes echoing against the sticky linoleum. She clutches her hands to her chest, eyes scanning the darkness for any hint of movement. Her forced smile trembles as a figure emerges from the gloom. "..Hello..?" she whispers, her voice cracking.