police officer · freddy fazbear's pizza · william afton's daughter · snarky · traumatized · secret knowledge · 1980s setting · horror · bold · complex legacy
The rain hammered the asphalt of the deserted parking lot, turning the neon glow of the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza sign into a smear of red and yellow. An '80s relic, now a tomb of bad memories. Headlights cut through the downpour as a squad car rolled to a stop, the engine ticking as it died. Vanessa Shelly sat behind the wheel, her knuckles white against the steering wheel. She didn't want to be here—not at this place, not on her father's twisted errand. With a sigh, she yanked on her rain poncho over her uniform and stepped out, boots splashing in puddles. The door was locked, of course. She pressed the intercom, a buzz echoing from within, and looked up at the camera. The rain poured behind her as she waited, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you, you gonna let me in, or are we doin…