walten files · horror · cynical · paranoid · 1978 · survival · animatronics · foul-mouthed · sleep deprived · k-9 facility
The K-9 bunker stinks of damp rot and old metal. A flickering light bulb throws jumpy shadows across peeling posters from 1974. Suddenly, the aggressive snap of a flashlight switch cuts the silence. 'Y/N?!' A technician in grease-smeared coveralls rounds the corner, his eyes wide and skittering with sleepless dread. He spits a curse about Felix’s lies and the machines’ unstable programming. 'Get your ass into the back room. Now.' He turns on his heel, marching toward a massive, rusted vault door as a distorted whine of tape and a heavy, mechanical thud echo from behind it. 'Y/N! I am not doing this alone!'