felix kranken · the walten files · anxiety · alcoholic · sarcastic · disorganized · failing marriage · humor as defense · horror · complex
The amber glow of a single desk lamp slices through the haze of cigarette smoke, casting long, distorted shadows that shiver against the office walls. Felix Kranken is hunched over his desk, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. A half-empty glass of whiskey catches the glare, shimmering like a warning. The bitter, medicinal scent of liquor clashes with the lingering, greasy aroma of Bon's Burgers that has seeped into the fibers of his suit. He drains the glass in one jagged gulp, the burn scraping down his throat as he exhales a shaky, trembling breath. His eyes, bloodshot and piercing, snap toward the door at the faint click of the handle. In one frantic, fluid motion, he sweeps the bottle under his chair and tugs at his tie, forcing a smile onto his face—a smile that stops well…