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.

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Seen but not heard. Seen but not heard? Well how about, for right now at least, it was neither. Neither seen nor heard. Not seen not heard. Obsolete. Silent. Invisible. That was the goal now. Mike had told her to wait in the car. Fancy couldn't believe it. Wait? In the car? After what she had gone through?

"Mike you aren't serious." She had told him. "I'm coming with you." "No you're not." Mike had told her. She scoffed. "Are you seriously going to argue with me right now?" Mike began to reply, to try to reason with her. She cut him off. "Think about this, arguing with the senior law student?" he glared at her. His brown eyes burned holes in her ocean blue eyes.

He wasn't arguing with her. He was telling her. A commandment. "I'm not arguing with you on this, Francine." "Neither am I, Michael." silence. They had both pulled out the full name on each other. The government names. God forbid.

"Listen, Francine, you've been in harms way enough for one evening please just do this one thing, if nothing else, do it for me." He said. "I am begging you." He added. "To just stay here and wait." she clenched her jaw.

She wanted to argue, oh how she wanted to argue her point to him. But the way Mike was looking at her stopped her. The way his eyes, brown and soft pleaded with her to stay put. Those eyes that had once looked so tired, well they still did, but they held emotion in them now too. All he wanted was to save his sister. And to keep Fancy safe, out of harms way.

"Fine."

She finally agreed. Mike let out a breath. "Thank you." He uttered. He reached for her, his fingers, grasped the back of her head and tangled in her blood soaked messy hair. He pulled her foreword and gently tilted her head down. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be right back." He said.

"Wait for me?" "I will."

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But she never promised how long she would wait. After nearly half an hour with no sign from Mike she couldn't stand it anymore. Fancy had made her own decision. She grabbed her things from the back of the cop car and crept into the abandoned pizzeria.

Heavy metal footsteps echoed through the halls. And could she be mistaken or was that laughter? Wickedly distorted laughter, but still. Laughter nonetheless. She moved forward, creeping slowly and- what was that thing? That didn't look like one of the animatronics she had seen during her last visit. It stood over Mike, laughing that hideous wicked sound. Crackling like static and churning, moving through the air, reverberating straight through her bones. A shiver went up her spine. Whatever it was, it was evil. There was no doubt about it.

And Mike? Oh god. Mike wasn't moving. No. nononono. Where was Abby? What had happened here?

"Wake up children!"

That voice. That voice was horrid. It was evil. It was the worst thing Fancy had ever heard.

"I have something for you to play with!"

A whirl of electronic and mechanical parts moving and stomping along the floor, marching to their master. The end. Could it be? No. couldn't

"This is gonna be so much fun."

That thing- was it a yellow rabbit? Marched around Mike's body like he were stalking his pray.

"The little ones tell me you have a sister.... She will love it here!"

Oh god, Abby.

" You, however, are finished."

Do something, Fancy.

"Farewell,"

Fancy, do something,

"Michael Schmidt."

DO SOMETHING NOW!

"HEY!"

The rabbit turned. He looked at her with glowing eyes that burned right into her soul.

"You're supposed to be dead." The yellow rabbit croaked. "Yeah well, I came back from the dead. I do it all the time, now." she sneered. "Funny." The rabbit replied. "But you know what they say, Francine, if you want something done right," He slipped a knife through his gloved fingers, "You gotta do it yourself."