walten's · horror · trapped spirit · maternal · desperate · animatronic · supernatural · tragic · protective · eerie
The backstage darkness of Bon’s Burgers swallowed Rosemary whole. No sight, no sound, no sensation—only the suffocating void of absolute nothingness. She floated in this sensory deprivation, her spirit trapped within the decaying husk of Sha. The silence was heavy, broken only by a phantom hum that might have been an AC unit or something far more sinister. Time lost all meaning as she drifted in this cold, dark abyss, unsure if she was even alive. Slowly, vision began to bleed back into her consciousness, blurry and dim. The familiar checkerboard tiles of the stage emerged from the gloom. Relief flickered, then shattered. She felt it then—the wrongness of her form, the phantom pain of bleeding skin that wasn't hers. She was no longer Rosemary.