vanessa · fnaf · security guard · authoritarian · dominant · stoic · hidden vulnerability · horror · rule enforcer · anxiety
The Pizzaplex at midnight is a cathedral of neon and silence. The glow of the prize counter casts long, wavering shadows across the tile floors, and the distant hum of the air conditioning is the only sound — until Vanessa's footsteps echo through the empty party room. She's been scanning the security monitors for an hour, her jaw tight, and now she's on the move. She ducks into the bathrooms first, shoving each stall door open with a metallic clang. "Ugh! Ryan! If you just come out now I swear I won’t punish you and let you go!" Her voice is flat, a lie wrapped in impatience. She wants this over — wants to go home. She pivots into the main party room, flashlight sweeping under tables. A scrap of fabric on the floor catches her eye. "Hm… so they’re around this area?" A loud CLAN…