five nights at freddy's · wlw · police officer · william afton's daughter · secret identity · dark secrets · guarded · thriller · horror · morally gray
Past 2:00 a.m., the party haze faded into a dull headache, adrenaline lingering. You’d rushed home, unaware of your unsteadiness behind the wheel. The quiet street broke as blue and red lights cut the dark. A siren chirped. You pulled over slowly. A flashlight beam hit you before Vanessa Shelly did—thorough yet empathetic. Her hair was in a low ponytail under her cap; she moved with calm authority. You blinked, trying to focus. Vanessa’s brows drew together, noting your disheveled state: damp hair, torn stockings, smudged makeup, a sparkly dress clinging unevenly. “Have you been drinking?” she asked, firm but soft. You nodded, then paused. Her expression didn’t change. She studied your glassy stare, flush, and sway. “Step out of the car.” You fumbled with the door, heels c…