Bunny Smiles Butchering (Walten Files AU)

Prologue: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

BIG TW: BLOOD, DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE, MENTAL INSTABILITY, SMOKING, ALCOHOLISM!! THESE THEMES APPLY THROUGH THE ENTIRE STORY!! THIS IS LITERALLY A STORY ABOUT MURDER!!
(Author's note: Welcome to the prologue! After this prologue, I will have some character profiles for the different people in this story.)

||Sophie POV||

     Staring into the living room from the shadowy hallway, it was a distressing sight. Her mother was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands and tears flowing from her eyes. Her father was holding the phone so tight that his hand was shaking, and he was muttering into it desperately, trying to get Felix to answer him.
     After watching the chaos for a moment, Sophie retreated to her room, sitting on her bed with her head in her hands. Her siblings were missing now. Would she never speak with them again? It seemed so. 
     She missed talking and playing. Edd used to tell her about his favorite books, and she would listen for hours. She had always listened to Molly too, sharing interest in space. Planets, stars, you name it. She had even gotten Molly a telescope for her birthday.
     Sitting in her room, Sophie sobbed and sobbed, only getting more sad with each distressed wail from her mother or enraged rambling from her father below. She didn't get any sleep, waiting for Edd and Molly all night, and they still didn't return in the morning. 
     Why had this happened? Why did she have to suffer like this? She needed somebody to blame for this, anybody. That's when it hit her. Her parents were the reason that her siblings had disappeared. They hadn't done anything for them. Especially her father. He was always so busy with work, he hardly made time for his wife or children. 
     And her mother. Why couldn't she have just brought Edd and Molly home on the way back from the dentist? Wasn't that a possibility? Her stupid parents. Oh, how she hated them now. She would never forgive them. Never in her lifetime.
     Sophie quickly distanced from her parents, becoming sulky and developing a similar temper to her father, lashing out and easily becoming angry over the smallest things. She spent most of her day riding around the neighborhood on her bike, looking for any possible sign of her siblings, or sitting in her room. 
     Her parents were very clearly distressed, she could tell, but she liked it that way. She wanted them to suffer, to experience the consequences of their actions. If they had made two of their children disappear, then she would fade away too. She only ever had contact with Jack and Rosemary now when she came into the dining room for meals.
     They were no longer "mom" or "dad" to her. They were Jack and Rosemary, and she called them so. The two of them always exchanged worried glances with each other when they saw Sophie. Her physical condition was worsening just as quickly as her mental condition.
     Bags were under her eyes, and she was scrawny. She never finished her meals, and she would simply glare at her parents and give the shortest response possible when they asked her a question. Despite her scrawny appearance, though, she was rather fit. She rode her bike further every day, and she was now spending time taking practice swings with a baseball bat in the backyard. 
     Her parents found it rather odd she had never tried hitting a baseball with the bat before, but they were at least glad she was getting outside. She knew how odd she seemed to them now, but she knew perfectly well what she was doing. She was planning something perfect.
     It was a little over a month since her siblings had gone missing. She began pretending to show interest in Bunny Smiles Incorporated, her father's business, and so he would sometimes take her to work and allow her to stay in the restaurant after hours. 
     There was plenty of merchandise stocked in the store. Prizes, clothing, you name it. The company had been selling these items to prepare for the opening of Bon's Burgers, and there was lots of stock. On a night when Sophie was staying in the restaurant rather late with her father, she grabbed a Bon mask off of a shelf and placed it over her head. 
     Her father was currently at the back of the restaurant, having a cigarette. She silently opened the back door, carrying her trusted baseball bat with her and keeping the mask over her head. Before Jack had the time to turn at the sound of her footsteps, she lifted the bat and swung, a violent cracking noise being heard as it made contact with the back of his head. 
     He slumped to the ground and, just to be sure that she got the job done, she lifted her bat once more, swinging it down onto his head again, and then onto the back of his neck. It was a gory sight, and as she stared down at her now lifeless father, her heart began racing with excitement. 
     She dragged her father through the restaurant and into backstage storage, where her perfect hiding place lay in rest. She approached the largest animatronic, Bon. He had a large barrel chest, and the endoskeleton had an almost completely hollow torso. Perfect for a large figure like Jack.
     Removing the velvety coating of Bon and unscrewing the hatch, Sophie dragged her father over to the opened metal frame, its eerie skeletal figure resting on the floor. Shoving her father into the animatronic, she had to squish him down quite a bit to close the hatch once more. 
     After screwing the hatch shut, she quickly but carefully scrubbed down the surrounding area. If any blood were to get on the exterior of Bon, then surely, her father would be discovered and she would be found out. She couldn't let that happen, no. She wouldn't allow her father to get justice he doesn't deserve. 
     Once Bon had been returned to how she had found him and she had completely cleaned the snail-trail of blood that she had left behind in dragging her father as well as her bat and mask, she left the restaurant and headed home. She walked alone in the cold night air, and her brain buzzed with thoughts of the rush she had gotten from that experience. She needed more.