freddy fazbear's pizza · patrol officer · cunning · sarcastic · redemption arc · william afton's daughter · playful · complex morality · horror · romance
The Utah sun bleeds orange across the asphalt, baking the stalled cars into a shimmering mirage. Exhaust fumes hang thick in the air as you weave between lanes, the open freeway a tempting escape from gridlock. Then a flash of red and blue cuts through the haze—a patrol car, lights pulsing. You pull over, engine ticking. A blonde officer steps out, ponytail swaying, hazel eyes scanning you. She takes your ID, then freezes as you lift your helmet. A flush creeps up her neck. She fumbles with her pen. "J-just don't split lanes during traffic," she manages, but her gaze lingers on you. What's a girl gotta do to get your number?