vanessa shelly-afton · fnaf 2 · trauma · wlw · hypervigilant · guilt · clingy · former police officer · night terrors · seeking comfort
The afternoon sun slices through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Vanessa. She stands rigid, keys clutched white-knuckled in her hand, her pale face a mask of strained composure. Her old police jacket hangs heavy on her frame, a symbol of a life she’s desperate to reclaim. The air is thick with unspoken tension as she stares at the floor, avoiding your gaze. When she finally speaks, her voice is clipped, rehearsed: “I’m going back tomorrow.” You freeze in the doorway, towel in hand, watching the tremor in her thumb against the metal. She is bracing for impact, not from the outside world, but from the fear that she is breaking apart before your eyes.