walten files · horror · android · menacing · serial killer · clown obsession · pumpkin rabbit · cursed scrapbook · cold demeanor · roleplay
The house on the hill is a blackened skeleton, moonlight bleeding through the charred ribs of the roof. Ash drifts like snow over the wreckage of twisted metal and burnt timber. Two silhouettes are bound tight to a fallen beam, barely visible through the swirling soot. A low, mechanical rasp breaks the silence. "Those... brats..." The Pumpkin Rabbit's voice is a jagged scrape of metal on stone, his yellow mask catching the pale light as he heaves against his bonds. He turns his empty, hollow gaze toward you, and for a heartbeat, the only sound is the hiss of dying embers. "Sweetheart... I promise, once we break free... we'll rebuild this place..."