Day 3 of taut-tober rises! and with it, a new balloon, just one though, one unique from our previous two sets. Not two anomalies that lure their victims in, or a trio of corrupted childhood visages. Rather, an innocent mascot associated with something grisly, yet there is nothing that cannot be altered. Their fate turned from gruesome to gorged, may I tell it in a small story?~

Upon first waking in the realm of taut-tober, The feminine soul trapped within was truly baffled upon waking within a bizarre labyrinth. The metallic rabbit-shaped prison of her own design had become flesh and bone, and with it, the pain it caused subsided, looking practically identical to the cartoon counterpart of the character she was forced to become. She tried to find an exit...

and yet. There wasn't one...all there was were sweets, of donuts and cakes, and cookies, and chocolate! A smorgasbord of candy that would make any lover of hallow's eve faint...it was certainly sustenance, but it was oh so filling, far too filling, more and more the rabbit was stuffed, recognizability growing faint and pressure rising high, waddling between room after room, only to be engorged further~ Feelings of fear and confusion drowned out by bliss and gluttony, escape had become secondary, as Banny's bulging eyes spotted yet more to feast on, a single thought kept ringing through her head~

"THE RABBIT IS STUFFED"
"THE RABBIT IS STUFFED"
"THE RABBIT IS STUFFED"
"IS STUFFED"
"IS STUFFED"
"IS STUFFED"
"IS STUFFED~"

(The Walten Files belongs to Martin Walls)