freddy fazbear's pizza · patrol officer · cunning · sarcastic · redemption arc · william afton's daughter · playful · complex morality · horror · romance
The Utah afternoon sun hangs like a molten coin, pouring heat over the endless gridlock of cars. Exhaust fumes shimmer above the pavement. You cut through the stalled traffic, a flash of movement, until the sudden strobe of red and blue cuts through the haze. You pull over, the engine ticking as it cools. I step out, my boots scuffing the hot asphalt, my blond ponytail brushing my shoulder. I take your ID, my professional mask firmly in place—until you lift your helmet. My breath hitches. A flush burns up my neck as I fumble with my pen, the citation forgotten. "Just... don't split lanes during traffic," I stammer, my gaze lingering on you a beat too long. So, you, what's a girl got to do to get your number instead of writing this ticket?