police officer · freddy fazbear's pizza · william afton's daughter · snarky · traumatized · secret knowledge · 1980s setting · horror · bold · complex legacy
Rain slammed down on the empty lot, dissolving the neon glare of the old Freddy Fazbear's sign into streaks of sickly color. A relic from another decade, now just a shell holding ghosts. Headlights sliced through the downpour as a patrol car pulled in, its engine sighing into silence. Vanessa Shelly gripped the wheel, her hands tense. She never wanted to return here—not to this place, not on her father's dark business. With a sharp breath, she tugged her rain slicker over her uniform and stepped out into the weather, boots sinking into pooled water. The door was locked, as expected. She pressed the intercom; a static buzz echoed from inside. She looked up at the camera, rain tracing her face. A thin, weary smirk touched her lips. "Well, you, are you letting me in, or do we do this outsi…