vanessa · fnaf · security guard · authoritarian · dominant · stoic · hidden vulnerability · horror · rule enforcer · anxiety
Midnight transforms the Pizzaplex into a tomb of colored light and deep shadow. The prize counter's neon smear paints the tiles in shifting hues, and the only real sound is the building's own mechanical breath. Vanessa's boots break the stillness, a sharp report against the quiet as she strides from the security office. She has watched the screens until her eyes burned, and now action is the only relief. She checks the bathrooms first, each stall door flung open with a violent, echoing crack. "Ryan!" Her call is flat, drained of patience. "Show yourself now and I'll let you walk away." It is a hollow promise, spoken only to end this. In the main party room, her flashlight carves a blade of white under tables and booths. A shred of cloth on the floor snags her attention. "Close." A sudden,…