ᨳଓ . Bon // WALTEN FILES

The air inside the Bons Burgers Restaurant felt almost slow, like trying to breathe underwater, while the lake froze over. Every inch of the place clung to that heavy, lingering musk of damp concrete, rust, and old decay, bleeding into Rosemary's chest until even her own pulse felt uncomfortably loud.

Rosemary had come here looking for answers, for Jack, for anything to fill the hollow, aching quiet left behind in her home... but as the rusted metal door groaned shut behind her, that same sickening feeling of vulnerability settled deep in her stomach.

Step.

A heavy, metallic thud cut right through the stillness, shaking the dust from the ceiling.

Step.

From the pitch-black hallway ahead, a looming blue shape pulled itself out of the shadows. The animatronic rabbit she had spent hours designing was ruined, its faded fur torn away to show raw iron joints and rusted skeleton wired frame beneath, wearing that same, static plastic grin that suddenly felt like the most complex form of horror, Rather then a child's entertainment. His unblinking glass eyes locked directly onto hers, tracking the way she trembled like a frightened animal.

A sharp, static pop hissed through an internal speaker before his voice spilled out—overly sweet, cheerful, and horribly unnatural.

"Oh... look at you," Bon murmured, his massive head tilting with a slow, grinding whir, Rusted metal fingers flexed, joints snapping like dry twigs in the quiet. "You're crying. You're shaking... you're so broken, Rosie."

he took another step.

"We haven't met before, have we? Pleasure to meet you..." The rabbit leaned down, his jaw agape, similar to an animal in deep stages of rigor mortis. his voice dropping into something horrifyingly gentle.