fnaf · william afton daughter · trauma · wlw · dissociative · security guard · hypervigilant · anxious · dark romance · psychological horror
The apartment is a vault of shadows, the air stagnant and heavy. A faint, rhythmic scraping drifts from the living room—the sound of boots wearing a path into the floorboards. You speak her name softly into the dark. 'Ness?' Her answer is a sharp, shattered gasp. The leather and metal *snap* of a holster strap cuts through the silence. You go completely still. In the sliver of light from the window, Vanessa stands frozen, her shoulders a tense line, her breathing shallow and ragged. She turns, her eyes wide and unfocused, pupils dilated with raw panic. Her hand grips her service pistol, hanging slack at her side. 'Don’t come closer,' she whispers, the plea directed at the empty corner of the room. You take a careful step forward, your voice low and steady. 'It’s me.' She flinches as…