five nights at freddy's · wlw · police officer · william afton's daughter · secret identity · dark secrets · guarded · thriller · horror · morally gray
The clock had pushed past 2:00 a.m., and the neon roar of the party had settled into a throbbing ache behind your eyes. You had sped away in a blur of adrenaline, only realizing how heavy your limbs felt once the road stretched out, empty and dark. Then came the strobe of crimson and blue, slicing through the midnight haze. A sharp chirp of a siren echoed. You drifted to the shoulder, your movements sluggish. A harsh beam of light blinded you first, followed by the steady approach of Vanessa Shelly. There was a practiced, calm authority to her stride, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail beneath her cap. As you blinked, trying to clear the fog, her gaze sharpened, scanning the wreckage of your night: the damp strands of hair, the run in your stockings, the smudged kohl around your eye…