"𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍." - Reba McEntire. "Fancy". 1990.
🐻Fancy🐰Mike🐤Ness🦊Vanessa✨
In which, Francine Jenkins is a Yale pre law and criminal justice major completing her senior thesis...
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Fire.
Pure heat. It burned so brightly in the darkness, the entire cabin consumed by the flames. There would be nothing left by morning. Fancy sniffed as she watched it, the fire, the end. Finally full circle. Finally her personal nightmare was over. Finished. Won. But the war wasn't over, just her battle.
"C'mon." Mike said as he turned, the flames to his back, walking to the car he took here. "We've got to go." He said and Fancy turned to follow him. "This isn't your car." She said slowly. "Mike who-" "It's Vanessa's. Fancy we seriously have to go." He said.
"What's going on?" "Abby's in danger." He said. Then Fancy remembered, Afton was still on the loose. He was dangerous. And Abby was in danger. The battle was won, her battle, but not the war. And this was the finale, the last battle, the final stretch.
Fancy gathered some things she had pulled from Mr. Patrick's cabin, tools that would help her later, and placed them in the backseat of the cop car. She hoped in the passenger seat and turned to Mike who turned the keys in the ignition and the car roared to life, headlights pooling in front of them, though they were powerless against the mighty light of the flames ten feet away.
They had to get out of here anyways, someone would see the fire. Someone would alert the police. She couldn't be there when that happened. "Lets go." She said and Mike put the car in reverse, his arm swinging to grip the passenger seat as he turned around to look out the back window as he turned the car around. Once the wheels were aligned with the road he punched it, his foot slamming down on the gas pedal and the car bolted forward.
"So a few things," Mike began as he drove through the darkness of the night.
"William Afton is Vanessa's father." "I know." "You know?" Mike's brows knit together as he drove, confusion clear on his face. "Yeah I know." "Well, the children's body's are in the animatronic suits, that's why they've never been found." "I know that too." She added. "Afton killed them." "Obviously." "Jesus, Fancy is there anything you don't know?" "This stuff isn't hard to find out if you do your homework, Mike." She replied.
"Well, the ghosts of the children posses the animatronics." "Okay that I didn't know. What the fuck." She looked at him with a baffled expression. "I'm not lying." Mike said. "I wish... I wish I was. They want to make Abby like them. She's in danger." He added. Fancy shivered.
"Okay we have officially passed unnerving and have made our way straight to creepy." "And one more thing." Mike continued. "Afton didn't just kill those five kids." He said as he took the turn into the parking lot of Freddy's. "He killed my brother." Wow. tonight was just full of full circle moments for everyone. Mike included.
