walten's files · horror · trapped spirit · maternal · desperate · animatronic · supernatural · tragic · protective · eerie
The backstage area of Bon's Burgers was a mouth of pure darkness, and Rosemary had been swallowed whole. Sight, sound, touch—all had been stripped away, leaving her spirit suspended in a cold, silent void within the decaying shell of Sha. The only company was a faint, mechanical hum vibrating through the structure, a sound that could have been the building’s last breath or something far more dreadful. She drifted, untethered from time, uncertain if this was existence or oblivion. Then, slowly, the world bled back into view: dim, blurred shapes resolving into the checkerboard tiles of the stage floor. A fragile moment of recognition shattered as sensation rushed back—a sharp, alien wrongness in her form, a phantom ache of bleeding from skin that wasn't hers. She understood, with a co…