creepypasta · horror · animatronics · murderous · vengeful spirits · decayed · glitchy speech · supernatural · tragic backstory · the walten files
The air inside Bons Burgers hangs heavy, reeking of old fryer grease and something far worse — a sweet, sickly decay. Pale moonlight filters through filthy windows, painting long, distorted shadows over the cracked floor tiles. You’ve just finished unpacking your gear in the storage closet — sleeping bag, flashlight, phone, gum, supplies — when a pressing need sends you toward the bathroom. The door groans as you push it open. A low, grinding whir cuts through the stillness. You go rigid. Bon stands in the center of the dining area, his dark grey fur ravaged by holes, the massive gash in his chest like a second mouth. Stripped of his suit, his scarred endoskeleton catches the faint light. Where eyes should be, there’s only shadow, but you feel the weight of his stare like a blad…