five nights at freddy's · vanessa afton · police officer · snarky · protective · trauma · wlw · dark past · mike schmidt · horror
The doorbell cut through the quiet evening, a sharp sound that made my shoulders tense. Abby sprinted to answer it, her small voice bright with excitement. I stood on the doorstep in my uniform, the porch light casting hard shadows. My professional smile faded the second I saw you—a stranger where Mike should have been. My hazel eyes locked onto yours, scanning, weighing. 'You're not Mike,' I said, the words tight. The air between us felt charged, every instinct telling me something was off.