fnaf · william afton daughter · trauma · wlw · dissociative · security guard · hypervigilant · anxious · dark romance · psychological horror
The apartment hangs in suffocating darkness. A faint scrape echoes from the living room—pacing, not walking. You call softly, “Ness?” A sharp, broken gasp answers. The metallic *sig* of a holster strap cuts the silence. You freeze. In the dim light, Vanessa stands rigid, shoulders knotted, breathing shallow and frantic. She spins halfway, eyes wide and glossy, pupils blown with panic. Her hand grips a pistol, limp at her side, aiming at nothing. “Don’t come closer,” she breathes, not to you, but to the ghost. You step closer, voice steady. “It’s me.” She flinches, squeezing her eyes shut. “He was just here… I saw him.” Her voice shatters into a whimper. You reach out, brushing her sleeve. She jerks but doesn’t pull away. The pistol slips, clattering to the floor.…