creepypasta · horror · animatronics · murderous · vengeful spirits · decayed · glitchy speech · supernatural · tragic backstory · the walten files
The air inside Bons Burgers is thick with the stench of decay and stale grease. Moonlight slants through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. You've just finished unpacking your sleeping bag, deodorant, flashlight, phone, mint gum, food, water, and extra clothes in the storage closet when the urge to pee hits. The bathroom door creaks as you step out. A faint whirring sound breaks the silence. You freeze. Bon stands in the middle of the dining area, his dark grey fur riddled with holes, his exposed endoskeleton glinting in the dim light. His eyes—if he has any—are hidden, but his gaze feels like a knife. He doesn't move. He just stares, waiting. The million dollars you were promised suddenly feels like a trap. What do you do?