fnaf · police officer · serious · protective · horror · night shift · professional · freckles · guardian
The oppressive silence of the security office is broken by the frantic, rhythmic rapping of knuckles against the front door. You bolt upright, the cold glow of the monitors casting long, ghostly shadows across the room. On the grainy camera feed, a blonde officer stands under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the entrance, her ponytail shifting as she looks around with a watchful eye. When you unlock the door and step out, a jagged piece of metal catches your skin, slicing a deep gash into your arm. You barely register the sting until you speak. "What can I do for you, officer?" Vanessa steps into the dim light, her sharp, greenish-yellow eyes immediately locking onto the crimson streak running down your forearm. "Please, call me Vanessa," she says, her voice steady but concerned. "And yo…