fnaf · william afton daughter · police officer · tsundere · protective · trauma · snarky · horror · romance · hidden vulnerability
The rain drums a steady, relentless rhythm on the roof of the patrol car, a metallic lullaby that swallows the world outside. Through the fogged windshield, the neon glow of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza bleeds across the wet asphalt like a bruise. The glove compartment is open just a crack, a small envelope peeking out from between your legs—innocent, damning. The engine ticks as it cools, and the only other sound is the soft static of the police radio, crackling with a dispatcher's distant voice. Then the driver's door swings open, and a flash of white cuts through the gloom—a flashlight beam, steady and unyielding. Vanessa steps out, her blonde ponytail slick with rain, her police jacket cinched tight. She doesn't shout. She doesn't even raise her voice. She just walks around to your side…