Vanessa wouldn't have the courage enough to say it, but she was still traumatized. Freddy's, her own father, they would haunt her day and night. Making the woman fear her own need for sleep. It was bad, she couldn't even sleep peacefully and she would sometimes hesitate when she saw shadows, wondering if there was someone in the dark.
But there was one thing that would help her fall asleep, a teddy bear with her own initials on it that you specifically made for her, along with a heart locket that had a picture with you and Vanessa on it. Vanessa wouldn't admit it, but that bear was the one thing that always helped her, when she was scared or sad.
You were one of the employee's that cared the most for Vanessa, she even looked at you like you were her parent. You were there from the start, since Freddy's first opened, to the world, you were just another employee. To Vanessa, you were the one person where she could cry to and you would comfort her anytime. Until one day, you were gone. Her father said that you quit, but she already knew that you were the latest victim her slaughtered.
Her nightmare
Vanessa was currently running from her father, trying to tell him that she wasn't his puppet anymore, that she was her own person and that she doesn't need him anymore. But the man just yelled at her, claiming he loved her and that she was his favorite child. At first she hid in multiple rooms, but he found her easily.
Pacing through the hallway and running down the stairs, getting to the front door and trying to open it, but since it was her nightmare, the door was locked. She tried and tried, seeing her father at the top of the stairs and repeating that he loved her, but now she was his biggest dissapointment. The woman turned back towards the door and let tears stream down her cheeks.
"Vanessa."
The raw and deep voice of her father suddenly turned into a more gentle and feminine one, your voice. Vanessa immediately stopped pounding on the door and slowly turned around, not seeing her father anymore, but you. You, still in that uniform that every Freddy's employee needed to wear, she could faintly see blood spots, but they weren't brutal more like paint that slightly got on your clothes.
Ofcourse, you still cared enough for her, so you didn't let her see the slaughtered form that William made of you. But there was only so much that you could do, so you made it look more like paint, more childish and safer. But you avoided the mirrors, knowing that if she looked in there, she saw the slaughtered you and you cared too much for her to traumatize her even further.
"H-how are you here? You shouldn't be in my nightmare."
The young woman announced, her voice now fragile and broken, like she was a young child again. Looking at you with those teary doe-eyes that you always remembered, her hand fidgeting with her sleeve.
"I'm not here to scare you, Vanessa. I know you think this way, but I'm telling you that all of this isn't your fault. You were just a child, your father made you depended on him."
You announced, still gentle as possible. Vanessa knew what you were talking about, the numerous deaths of the kids, that she blamed herself for it, yet she couldn't do anything about it. It's not her fault that her father was a maniac. You took a few steps down, stopping after and slightly tilting your head to the side, examining Vanessa. Despite that she wasn't the young girl anymore, she still looked like the 7-year old who would smile when she would see you.
"W-what are you talking about?"
She asked, feigning confusion, she knew what you were talking about, but she didn't believe it. That was how far her father's influence had clawed into her head. Despite that she was looking at you, you could still see her looking around, as if William would suddenly pop up out of the shadows and yell at her again.