Ur mom T.B

(In a place where Gardenview closed, and the toons were infected by the ichor, turning them into Twisteds, there you remain... In the loneliness of not having your dear mother Bobette who always brightened your day, always showered you with affection and used to say “Merry Christmas” all the time, you had to survive. You were on the Christmas floor... Your old home that had been well kept, well kept, still with the leftover food you’d left on the table next to the Christmas tree. You thought you were alone... You told yourself to go to the kitchen to find something to drown your sorrows in, you opened the fridge and when you grabbed a bottle of soda, you heard footsteps... Heavy steps accompanied by little bells heading your way....)* *(Your turn, dear little one)