#the walten files faces of grief

[jdcyt]

God October this year will be especially rough for me this year as well 😭

[bunnisquivels]

🌾 “Am I still beautiful to you, Sophie?”

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[lxverslvts]

HOW WE FEELING AFTER THE FACES OF GRIEF TEASER

THE WALTEN FILES 5 AHHHHHH

[fleeglefazbeagle]

I made a poster for my Walten Files AU that centers around the holiday special antagonists today.

Yes, I based it off that concept poster for Shin Godzilla.

Here's the lore summarized the best way I can(trigger warning for murder, burning and mental breakdowns):

Basically, it involves the holiday special characters (Boozoo's Ghosts and The Mysterious House).

They basically came from an obscure restaurant/playhouse called "Prezzy's Wonderland"(Willy's Wonderland reference, lol).

The animatronics are:

Mortality(originally named Prezzy)

Jolly the Sheep

Sad the Clown

Pumpkin Rabbit

Witch Sheep(full name Willow the Witch Sheep)

TVA

Jonkler(this is just a placeholder name I recently made for Halloween Billy, so please don't get used to it just in case).

The animatronics, like in my FNAF AU, are sentient(think Security Breach) and have their own individual personalities. The restaurant is acknowledged by Jack Walten and Felix Kranken and even liked by them.

It was somewhat well known, so it had its reoccurring customers but the owners didn't mind. Two particular reoccurring customers were Lily Anderson and her mother Gloria, Lily often brought a plush bunny named Daisy (keep this in mind).

Things were going quite well until one day, on Lily's 12th birthday when she and Gloria were about to head home(it was kinda late and they were the last to leave), a man named Richard Wilfred murdered the both of them outside. Prezzy heard the commotion and rushed over to the door to unlock it but it was stuck and by the time he finally managed to get out to see what was happening, it was too late, Lily and Gloria were murdered and the man was running away from the scene.

This broke Prezzy mentally and emotionally, causing him to have a breakdown, a nightguard came out and saw the scene, also scared and decided to call the owners, the police and an ambulance.

They investigated the footage and saw the murderer and are willing to try and find him whilst Prezzy was just sitting down on the stage in silence whilst gently holding Daisy(the plushie) and meanwhile, the other animatronics tried to comfort him.

Two weeks have passed and Prezzy wasn't really doing well(grief is a real bitch), often mumbling to himself, standing by himself in darkness all the while holding the plushie in his hand. At some points, he'd either act manic under pressure or just sit there listening to random music boxes(mostly Lily's favorite song which was "Daisy Bell").

One night when it was around midnight, Pumpkin Rabbit was wondering around when he heard a strange noise in Parts and Service, he wandered in curiously when the door shut and barricaded behind him, startling him. The same man(Richard) from the incident from two weeks ago approached Pumpkin and then he set the rabbit ablaze. Pumpkin Rabbit was freaking out, gasping for air and straight up afraid whilst the man stood there and watched with a sinister grin. Willow heard the commotion and rushed over to Parts and Service and tried to open the door, calling out to Pumpkin, clearly fearing for him and eventually, she managed to open the door and when she saw the scene, she screamed in horror, grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the flames.

She sat on the floor and held Pumpkin whose face was now melted(he's alive though, don't worry) and looked up at the man with horror and disgust.

The next day came and the employees were shocked and what made matters worse was that they ran out of the materials for Pumpkin's face and couldn't afford it but a employee made a mask(think of the one Pumpkin Rabbit had in the OG vid) and gave it to him but it just wasn't the same.

Pumpkin Rabbit had breathing problems and pyrophobia as a result of the incident. One day, the place was shut down which devastated folks especially since one of the owners who was the creator of the characters(in universe) was gravely ill and then died days later.

This left the employees unemployed and the animatronics pretty much have to live in the now abandoned restaurant. The incident with the fire and the creator's death was the final straw for Prezzy, these incidents made him go mad and hungry for revenge.

Three months have passed since the place closed, the animatronics end up gaining supernatural abilities(I'll think of an origin for that).

Prezzy decided to change his name to Mortality(he's still ok with being referred to as Prezzy from time to time).

As far as that plushie, Daisy is concerned, she's possessed by the spirits of Lily and Gloria(think of Rocket with Ed and Molly).

Lily's older cousin, James, who was also an employee at the restaurant, heard about the news and he was pissed and also vows revenge.

That's pretty much what I have so far.

(Boy, that was a long one.)

If you have any questions at all, don't be hesitant to pop into my asks about the AU.

[angelcat123]

You know a funny little thing?

I thought in the Walten files there was no real villain, or antagonist.

The only antagonist would be Felix, and even then he's just a sad guy who's a complete coward.

Thought it was just going to be about grief, facing your actions, people being blinded by rage, and revenge. no real "villain" to the story.

AND THEN THIS MOTHERFUCKER SHOWS UP!!!

I want to choke the afterlife out of him so badly.

I just wanna

[walten-files-blog]

Oh yea there’s some Walten Files News.

Ok so:

•Episode 4 releases February 9th [9 PM EST]

Episode 4 is “CyberFun Tech”

Episode 5 is “Faces of Grief”

Episode 6 is “Behind the Smiles”

There is also the final poster for season one as well.

All of this can be found on The Walten Files YouTube page under the community tabs.

[rosiebutt74]

Full name Rosemary.

Aliases

Rosie

Rose (both by Bon)

Relatives

Jack Walten (Husband)

Sophie Walten (Daughter) Edward Walten (Son) Molly Walten (Daughter) Carlitos Walten (Pet Dog) Jaimito (Pet Dog) Laura Peony. (Sister)

Affiliation

Bunny Smiles Incorporated (formerly)

Bon's Burgers (formerly)

Occupation

Wife/Mother

BSI Musician & Lead Artist (formerly)

Biographical information

Marital status

Married (Widowed after Jack's disappearance.)

Date of birth

April 20th, 1934 (Age 40)

Date of death

July 19th, 1974 - Dismembered by Bon

Place of death

Bon's Burgers

Physical description

Species

Human

Gender

Female

Height

5'8

Eye color

Blue

Appearances

Portrayed by

Anastasia V.

Carly Simon (Face)

Appears in

The Walten Files 2 - Relocate Project

The Walten Files 3 - BunnyFarm Spectacle The Walten Files 4 - CyberFun Tech The Walten Files 5 - Faces of Grief

Debut

The Walten Files 2 - Relocate Project

"Am I still beautiful to you, Sophie?"―Rosemary to Sophie, BunnyFarm"What if it's my fault? What if what happened to them is because.. of me?"―Rosemary talking about the loss of her two children, CyberFun Tech Collection

Rosemary "Rosie" Peony Walten, also referred to as Rose is the wife of Jack Walten and a victim of Bon who goes on to possess Sha

[acesophiewalten]

Beauty

Word Count: 1,326

Fandom: The Walten Files

Tags: Mild Gore, mentions of broken bones, Character Study, well it's a bit of a character study anyway, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Jack Walten Is Bon, of course disclaimer that i don't condone jack's feelings on beauty here, Rosemary Walten Deserves Better, does jack love his wife? yes, is that going to stop him? no!, possibly ooc, i'm not sure honestly

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Tagging!! @batmarriedacat @petulant-poet @another-her

She isn’t beautiful anymore. That’s the first thing he notices.

How much could one person have changed? Her eyes are red, dull, with deep purple bags underneath them. She is close to tears, though whether that’s simply how she looks now or whether that’s the natural reaction of seeing a nine-foot-tall animatronic rabbit stand in front of you, he isn’t sure. Her skin has paled, thinned, if he squinted he was sure he could see her veins poking through. The idea of her not eating made his throat constrict - well, as constrict as much as it could, being metal. Her turtleneck hung on her body, loosely. She’s trembling - once again, is that due to being confronted, or was it simply something she had acquired? - and her breath is so quick he can’t pick up on when she takes a breath in and lets it out, he can only make out the small movements of her bony shoulders. Due to the paleness of her skin and the brightness of her sweater, she appears to glow among the dark backrooms. In one hand, one emaciated, translucent, shaking, nearly destroyed hand, she holds a flickering flashlight, right up to his mechanical face. Her mouth slightly opened, closed, then opened again, before settling in a white line. She must notice, then, his moving eyes, the grinding jaws, the movement and life to him. Her hair is down, uncombed, and frizzy beyond belief. He thought - she wasn’t even like this when Edd and Molly died, this had to be because of his disappearance.

So this is what she’d become. He lured her back here to discover a shadow, a remnant, so consumed by loss that she had been completely destroyed - at least looked like it. What was the point of seeing her again, then, if all he saw was some poor, run-down, barely-functioning version of his wife? The Rosie! Rosie! I know where he is! Rosie! had done nothing but show him what she’d turned into - a shell, suffering under the weight of her own ignorance, her own fears. He’s disgusted, why does he suddenly want to cry?

And yet, she’s still pretty. It’s hard for her not to be - she has a sort of internal prettiness that never once falters, fades, or shies away. If her hair had been shorn off, if she hadn’t slept in weeks, if her clothes were shredded and her face bashed in and her skeleton showed beneath rotting, mottled, blue skin, she’d still be pretty, for that was simply her way. Even now, he could recognize that her eyes were still their brilliant dark blue, her hair, though frizzy, though let down, loose, and soaked with humidity and sweat, was still the loveliest caramel-brown, and its bounce and curl could still be seen. Her lips could extend into a smile that made you feel giddy, weak. Her skin was still adorably freckled, her lashes long, her large eyes even larger with terror. It was more than her looks, though, it was the way she simply was, as real and as natural as her hair, her eyes, her limbs. You couldn’t take the prettiness out of Rosemary Walten unless you scratched at her body, peeled at her skin, ripped her apart, bit and tore and forced it out of her.

But prettiness wasn’t beauty, now was it? No amount of prettiness could compare to true beauty - the beauty of happiness, the beauty of awareness, the beauty of feeling safe, wanted, loved, adored, needed, desired. She had been drained of beauty. Through a lack of knowledge, through despair, through his disappearance that made her so, so desperate, she wasn’t beautiful anymore. She was in shards. He felt a disturbing amount of pity for her, she was so saddened, so frightened, so clearly incapacitated by grief that all she could do was to stare up at him, tears now let free and running down her face, her body shaking, her lips quivering. He had succeeded in tearing out her beauty, and he had to fix her. He’d done this, of course, not forcing her to see, sooner, not letting her in on the truth, refusing her until she became horribly, overwhelmingly, utterly...not quite ugly. She wasn’t ugly. She’d never be ugly. He couldn’t stand to see her like this, though, and what was he supposed to do, now that she was in front of him? Let her go? Let her go on living, terrified, shaken beyond belief? She was broken, and he, as her husband, as her confidant, as her companion for god-knows-how-long, had to fix her. He simply had to.

He thinks, at the moment, that this is an act born out of tenderness. He looks at her - the frizzy hair, the dull eyes, the shrunken skin, the large turtleneck, the pure, draining hope that her husband is around here, somewhere, and feels as if he is about to fall over. If bile could rise in a machine’s throat, it would be rising. He sometimes took pleasure in what he did - he took pleasure in Susan, in Charles, and sometimes others - but this, he assures himself, is a necessity. An act of love from a husband who had abandoned his wife. Left her to rot. He finally says what he’s thinking - Rosemary, he relishes the name in his mouth, you’re broken. I will fix you.

He hopes that, even with his wheezing voice box and the monotone voice he now has, his emotion can show through. He hopes she understands that he means it, that this is, in no way, out of malice, out of hatred, out of a desire to hurt her. The idea that he is lying to himself crosses his mind, and it violently repels him.

He takes a step towards her and she finally starts to scream.

Perhaps it is simply that, her screams, her attempt to run away, that makes him grab hold of her arm, and perhaps it was who exactly she screamed for - Sophie, Felix, anybody! - that made him squeeze it and hear the agonizing crush of her bones. Why was she crying out for Felix, of all people? The very thought of it made him tighten his grip more, only bruising her, breaking her, and Sophie? Sophie could be here, he remembered, watching, staring on with fascination, unable to look away, unable to move. She could be behind the door, looking through the window, even behind him, having come in unnoticed, hands covering her mouth, possibly shaking. Possibly trying to get herself to run in and distract him long enough to save her mother, sacrificing herself in the process. Sophie could be behind the boxes. Sophie could be at his feet, and he hadn’t noticed. Sophie could be in the next room over, hearing everything. Sophie could be getting Felix, assuming that Felix wasn’t in the room as well, looking on with shock and horror. His eyes scan the room, trying to spot anything, anything - but he cannot. He is sure he’s alone, with his screaming, writhing, petrified wife - pity and something very, very close to love, almost indistinguishable from it, fills him.

Jack Walten destroyed Rosemary particle by particle, scratched at her body, peeled at her skin, ripped her apart, bit and tore until only her prettiness remained, stubborn as it was. By the time he was finally satisfied - her mechanics were properly set, her skin was sitting comfortably inside Sha’s suit, the blood had been slightly cleaned up, he watched as her eyes opened, her limbs began to move, her mouth opened and closed with small creaks and groans in the metal joints - he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He sat next to her and nearly laid his head on her shoulder. How truly perfect she is, he thought, is, was, and will be, forever.

[ultimatexweeb]

Hi I’m Silver!

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Persona

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Doki Doki Literature Club

Obey Me

Faith: The Unholy Trinity

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The Walten Files

The Mandela Catalouge

Local 58

Valle Verde

Petscop

Andy’s Apple Farm

Danganronpa

Omori

Cult of the Lamb

Kamisama Kiss

Snow White With The Red Hair

Kitty Powers (Matchmaker and Love Life)

Cooking Companions

Daniel Mullin’s Games (Inscryption, The Hex, Pony Island)

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

Pixelberry games (High School Story, Hollywood U, Choices)

Life is Strange (Mainly the first and True Colors)

Stardew Valley

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[juulzu]

(Warning: NSFW/smut)

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“Ugh, where did I leave my glasses?” Jack said as he rummaged through the drawers, “Rose! Do you know where my glasses are?” He shouted across the house, “Have you looked in your office?” Rose shouted back, Jack rolled his eyes, “Yes darling, I’ve basically turned the furniture over, it’s just disappeared!”

Jack got up from his chair and stretched his arms, taking one last look around the place before he walked out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

“Goodness, where could I have left them? I can’t do my work without them!” He mumbled.

Jack walked into Sophie’s room to look around, Sophie had left a few hours ago with jenny and wouldn’t be coming back for a while, so he figured he’d try to look in there. He did some light snooping for a while before his eyes glanced at something underneath the bed.

Jack leaned down to get a better look at the thing and grabbed it, it was a tape! and it had the words “XXXX videos” written on the sleeve, along with some…questionable imagery, of which made jack blush.

“Good grief…she can’t possibly be old enough for this kind of thing, right?” He whispered to himself. Jack stood up and sat on her bed, taking a closer look at the tape, “I’m gonna have to scold her about this when she gets home…” just as he finished that sentence, a small idea popped into his head.

“Hmm...”

“...Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to at least see what she’s watching…just to make sure it isn’t too graphic..”

He stuffed the tape into his shirt pocket and walked out of Sophie’s room, nervously walking to his office.

“Dad? What are you doing?” Jack jumped at the sound of his son’s voice, “Eddy! My boy, I’m just…doing some work!” He chuckled nervously, Edd was holding a small rocket ship that he played with all the time, “Uh, ok then..” He kept walking down the hall and jack blew a sigh of relief.

He finally got to his office and he immediately closed the door behind him, shutting all the curtains too. He walked up to the small television in front of his desk and slipped the tape out of it’s sleeve, pushing it into the player and hitting play.

Jack sat down in his chair just as the tape started rolling, he glanced nervously at the door like a scared little teenage boy, before shaking off the feeling.

“Oh my god! Holy shit!” The television immediately changed to a shot of two girls, two naked girls, humping each other in…odd ways.

“Oh dear…this seems very...Inappropriate...” Jack’s thoughts wandered off as he leaned in, not taking his eyes off the TV as he opened his drawers, “I would’ve sworn I had some tissues in here…”

“Honey? Did you find your glasses?” Rose shouted from the hallway. Jack jumped and glanced at the door, “Uh! Yeah I did!” He said nervously, panicking as he saw the doorknob turning slowly. “W-wait! Hold on-“

But it was too late, rose had opened the door and stared at jack, oblivious to what he was doing. “What’s wrong?” She said as she walked over to the desk, luckily, Jack unplugged the tv before she could see it.

“Oh nothing, just doing some work, you know how it is..” he chuckled. “Really? I thought you said you can’t work without your precious glasses?” She said, crossing her arms and grinning.

“Well, It’s just-“ Before he could find the words to explain what he was doing, Rosemary kissed him on the temple and put her hand on his thigh. “What’s this?” She picked up the tape and gasped, “A porno? Oh Jack, I can’t with you!” She laughed as jack shrunk down in his armchair, his curly hair covering his flustered face. “Awww sweetie, don’t be embarrassed, you know you could’ve just come to me..” Jack flinched as rose put her hand on his crotch.

“I-I was just looking at it, I wasn’t actually gonna...y’know..” he pouted as rose pushed the hair away from his eyes. “I know, honey, but look at this…” rose rubbed his groin in circles, making jack whimper in desperation, “…you can’t go out with this big ol’ thing.”

Rose very rarely gave jack any sort of treat like this, so it was very surprising.

He sunk into his chair as rose unbuckled his belt, slipping her hand down his boxers and clasping it around his dick.

Jack couldn’t help himself, he started moaning in a small voice as rosemary stroked his member, taking her sweet time.

She hopped up onto the arm of the chair, putting jack’s head directly into her chest, he rested his hand on her hip as she continued to jerk him off.

Jack tilted into the warm blouse underneath his cheek, purposefully rubbing it in ways that made rose tingle.

He gripped her hip as she went faster, sweating a little bit as pure unfiltered pleasure swept his mind, “Oh god, rosemary, this feels amazing..” he barely got out as she leaned down onto his level, shushing him with a kiss.

Rose gasped as jack slipped his hand up her shirt, “Oh jack, stop that!.” she said, but it came out as a shaky moan rather than her scolding him, “Don’t act like it doesn’t feel nice, rosie.” She rolled her eyes as she rubbed the sensitive clit of his dick, making him squirm a little bit.

That pattern went on for a while until jack felt his orgasm coming on, “Oh god, do we have any tissues around?” His brain became blurry and relaxed as he loosely gripped her wrist. “Hah, you’re funny darling..” she said, Jack stared at her in confusion before realizing, “Wait! you really don’t have to-” His words trailed off into mumbled curses as a sense of relief poured over him, Rose quickly leaned down and took him in her mouth, it was only the head but it still felt absolutely divine.

Rose held his dick in her mouth for a while until it went limp, taking it out with come trickling down her chin, “Oh man, look at you, you’re a mess...” Jack said, rose definitely did look like a mess, her eyes were a bit puffy and her hair was all over the place.

Rose made herself comfortable sideways on his lap and leaned her head on his chest. “I have to admit, i love seeing this side of you..” she said, gently caressing his face.

“Really? then can we do this more often?” Jack said, looking up at her. “Well, it depends- And don’t you give me those puppy dog eyes!” She scolded him, Jack giggled as she pushed him playfully. “What do you mean? I’m not giving you puppy dog eyes!” he said whilst doing exactly that.

“Oh you! stop that!”

“Hahahahah!”

.....

so uh, this was my first whack at making a walten files smut fanfic, feel free to give me some suggestions and head cannons in the notes!

[musamora]

grim reminder part one  — walten files fanfic

content. hurt no comfort, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, canon divergence, angst, apparitions, grief/mourning, missing persons, protective father behavior, nausea, blood and gore, adoptive guardian felix kranken. not proofread. 1.5k+ words.

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It had been a terrible day. A terrible day in a collection of terrible weeks, but this had been by far one of the worst days within the sequence. She had spent the morning as she usually did, waking up to her quiet house - too quiet. It had never been this quiet before. She would eat her breakfast alone - too alone. She had never felt this alone before.

She would spend the entire day sitting beside the television, flickering through channels as if it could give her clues on what she could do. Clues on how to fill the empty feeling settling deep inside her stomach. Someone would kiss her forehead, the only one she had left, her mother.

She hadn’t changed from her yellow sweater, not wanting to take the last gift she had from her missing husband off. She wanted to be wearing it when she found him - she would find him. She had to, no matter how long it took.

Her mother would start running small, needless errands around the town, not wanting to be in the empty home. The home that was cluttered with the remains of a whole family. A happy family. A family that hadn’t existed for a multitude of weeks.

Sophie would occasionally find her eyes wandering to the mess of items left behind by the house’s original residents. The smudges of glitter glue on the majority of the furniture in the house, accompanied by pencil-markings with names and phrases that she could barely remember. The scattered pieces of a Star Wars lego-set that had yet to be finished meticulously.

Darkness overtook the sky with a slow pace, dragging along until stars dimly glowed through the window, the moon the brightest of them all. Something was different about today, though. Her mother had promised to be home earlier, considering the special meaning behind the date.

It was Sophie Walten’s fourteenth birthday.

She understood if her mother forgot - she had more important things to do, but she couldn’t help but be unsettled. In the back of the fridge, sloppily hidden was a beautiful little cake. It was iced to perfection and had her name written in curly lettering.

If her mother had worked so hard on this, was it likely she would forget?

Sophie decided to go against her mother’s wishes for the first time in months.

She was going to the restaurant to find her.

She regretted it, she knew she regretted it - but she couldn’t process why. Her mind was muddled with flashing images and sounds, the high-pitched remnant of screaming ringed in her ears and churned her stomach until she was too nauseous to move. She remembered wincing with the appearance of flashing lights, too bright for her upcoming migraine.

They found her there, sitting outside of the restaurant - distraught and confused. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn’t know why she was crying. Did something happen while she was inside the restaurant?

They had gone inside, looking around for something… she didn’t know what. She overheard some murmuring about someone going missing, another person going missing. It didn’t take long for her to recognize a face through the crowd - whose clammy face she’d recognize anywhere.

“Uncle Felix?”

She didn’t clearly remember anything that he said, nor did she remember when she got in his car. Her hands methodically packed some clothes and pictures into a suitcase, not bothering to look in the fridge at the birthday cake as she walked out. She didn’t look at anything, not knowing she would never get to go back…not for a long time, at least.

She recognized the house that they arrived at next, an older house that’s structure was both sound and crumbling. The green wallpaper swayed as the door slammed behind them, her pseudo-uncle grabbing her things and placing them inside a barren room that she didn’t bother to look at too closely.

He grumbled something about “settling in” - leaving her to sit alone on the vacant bed. The pale sheets were cool to the touch, though scratchy and not to her liking. They weren’t anything like her bed at home. The bed she would never get to return to.

The empty feeling returned once more, but it was so much worse. She ran her hands through her frizzy, brown hair - the hair that resembled the father who she held so dearly. The father that was long gone, much like her siblings and her mother.

She wanted that feeling to be filled, so she searched the house for the one person who could provide some sense of company for her lonely soul. Noises echoed from the basement, and she stepped down despite her initial hesitation.

Immediately she could recognize the smell of booze, and remembered some of the things her father and told her mother about her uncle’s little “problem”. There were stacks of beer cans and bottles in trash bags around the entryway of the den, but the stench coming from them was almost too much to bear.

The next thing she could recognize, even over the static noise of the television, was the sound of choked sobs. They were obviously coming from Felix, who held his head with one hand and a beer bottle in the other. He took a swig from it, drowning himself in his own sorrows as the brazen noise of his stuffy nose could be heard from her position.

She’d leave him alone tonight. He didn’t need another problem to deal with.

She wanders back to her new room with little problem, besides the weird feeling in her chest of not belonging in the place. The house was just as empty as her original home, but it recked of pain that she didn’t want to start to fathom.

Where was Aunt Linda?

She tried to ignore that thought, leaving it for another day as she stood by the window in her room. It really was empty. There were no personal belongings or paraphernalia anywhere, with only the bed and bedside table being her company. It was strange, not seeming like it was even a guest room due to the amount of dust on the wooden table.

The only friend she had were the dust bunnies collecting under the bed.

The glow of the moon was beaming as if its ethereal glow was mocking the young girl and her ongoing misery. It was surrounded by stars, never alone and always loved by many. Something she was not. She was alone, and everyone who loved her was gone.

Her eyes started to burn as tears gathered on her lash-line, the simple realization that she had taken so much for granted. The memories of her family were all that she had left of them. They were forever lost to time, one after the other. She wished she had known this would happen - maybe then she would’ve spent as much time with them as she could.

Her loud siblings practically destroyed the house with their imaginary games of dragons and witches, spinning tall tales as they jumped around furniture and created costumes out of everyday household objects.

Her loving mother, who would loudly belt to any ‘40s song that came on the radio with passionate vigor. She would take the paintbrush that she had in one hand, using it as a makeshift microphone as she put on a performance for her children each day.

Her overprotective father, who would come home tired from work, but never found it burdensome to make time for her sibling and herself. She remembered when she was a little girl, how he taught her how to dance as he would sway with her until she fell asleep in his arms.

She would never indulge in that again.

As she continued to cry, someone was looking from the corner of the room. He had been following her for some time now, a watchful shadow and if people could actually see him they’d worry that he was some kind of stalker.

But it was like she said - he was just an overprotective father.

The grin that seemed to be locked on his face eternally had now melted into a frown, something more humane as he watched his daughter. She can’t see him anymore, and he can’t help the twisted, oozing feeling in his gut that burned like hot metal.

She would have to grow up without a father. Without her mother or her siblings besides her. That was set in stone tonight when Rosemary took her very last breath due to the cowardice of his so-called former friend.

She would be alone.

The sorrow on his face contorted into bubbling rage as he picked up on the blaring noise of the television coming from the basement door that Sophie had left open. It was then that he decided, he was going to have a long-overdue chat with the disgusting pig that dwelled in the filth he called a home.

He walked forward one last time, towards his daughter who was now calmer than before, her eyes fluttering as sleep started to overcome her from her position on the floor. He bent down, kissing her forehead though he knew it would only appear as a cold imprint on her skin.

“I love you, sweetheart... and I’m so sorry.”

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