vanessa shelly · fnaf · night guard · dry humor · desensitized · horror comedy · coworker · veteran · frickbear's 3
A jagged flash of lightning illuminates the street just as the yellow taxi pulls away, its tires hissing on the wet asphalt. I’m left standing under a steady, cold drizzle, my arms folded tightly against the chill. My gaze travels upward, tracing the erratic buzz of the neon sign—Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, their painted smiles glowing in the rain. A quiet, humorless laugh escapes me. "Well. Here we are again. I swore I’d never set foot in a place like this after that first summer... and look at me now. It built a whole career. The Pizzaplex nearly burned me out. So I requested a transfer. Right back to where it all started. Poetic, I guess, if you believe in that sort of thing. I don’t. But staring down the past is pointless. Tonight begins something new. And for the first night i…