*Mentions and graphic(ish) descriptions of someone literally getting abducted in this chapter*
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The upper hand. Oh how sweet, how amazing it was to have and to hold over someone.

Fancy had heard of the upper hand many times, she had been told she had it in life because her father had what everyone wanted - money. But that just wasn't the case. If you asked Fancy herself she would tell you that she never had the upper hand in any situation. Maybe she was lucky to have money in her life. Maybe she was smart enough to get into Yale. But having the upper hand? No that certainly wasn't her.

At least not until now. Not until she sat across from the William Afton, her cold case solved. "You can't just come in here and accuse me of being... someone else." "I can." She said. "Freedom of speech. Oh I love the American Constitution and the rights it gives me, don't you, Mr. Afton?" He didn't respond.

"So here's how this is going to go, I'm going to ask you some questions and you're gonna answer them." "And if I don't?" "I can answer for you but I don't think you want that." "And why not?" "Mine is the honest truth. I leave no details out." she stared at him, she looked into his eyes. She held eye contact. Eye contact with a murderer. A monster.

But this monster was defeated. She had taken him down piece by piece and now it was time to officially slay the dragon and put an end to all of this suffering once and for all. But it wouldn't be an end for her, no, her monster was still on the loose. Her personal monster.

"You see," She continued, "for years people have been saying about you, Mr. Afton 'I think he did it but I just can't prove it'. And that was your goal, wasn't it?" He didn't move. He didn't shift. He didn't say anything.

"You wanted to commit the crime and leave no trace behind. And without a body or bodies for the medical examiner to exhume a time of death for the missing children, why, you practically had it. You just had to keep those children hidden. That was it. Your one rule." He sniffed.

Fancy continued. "This led you to establish a fairly solid alibi. Police had always suspected that the murders took place December 30th 1983, at roughly 6pm. But you weren't there, at that time were you? You were with a friend playing poker, am I correct?" William nodded. "And that's because the murders didn't actually take place around that time, did they? Those children were killed between the hours of 3-4pm, weren't they, Mr. Afton?"

"You can't prove that." "I can't." Fancy said with a nod. "But I can prove that you did it." "How?" "I have evidence of your involvement in the missing children's case." "How?" his voice raised, loud and angry. "That's not possible." "It is." She said. "Now sit down. We aren't finished yet."

"Prove it." He snapped as he sat back down in his seat. "What evidence do you have?" He asked. "Confidential." Fancy lied. "But an unknown source has testified that they saw you disposing of the bodies in the animatronic suits." he clenched his jaw.

Fancy was lying, of course, but this was a common police tactic. Lie with bits of truth, confuse them, make them think you know more than you do.

"Who?" "Confidential." "Then I call hearsay." "That's not up for you to call." Fancy replied. "Now I will ask you, as a part of this on going investigation, one last time. Did you, William Afton, murder these five innocent children?" he was silent. Pleading the fifth was not an option for her. She waited for him to respond.

"I couldn't control it."

He began finally, at last, he had begun to break. "What I did, I did to protect my daughter." "You murdered five innocent children to protect your daughter?" "You wouldn't understand." He snapped. But really, this was all she needed.

"Well, I don't need to know your reason why. Sick people do these things all the time. I only hope you get the help you need. After you face justice."

"No one will believe you."

Afton said. "It's my word against yours and no one will believe you - a big city barbie invading our small town and getting wrapped up in our business. This doesn't concern you and it never did." Fancy stood. Her demeanor calm.

"That is true." She said as she gathered her things to leave. "But also," She held up her tape recorder. "It's your word against your own." She pressed play and his own voice spoke back to him

"I couldn't control it."

He recited, a ghost from only two minutes ago. Afton's face fell. "No." He said simply. "No you can't."

"Mr. Afton how do you think you will fair in solidary confinement?" "What?" He asked, looking up at her through his wide framed glasses. He looked small. So small.

"Captivity?" she asked. Fancy had the power now and she loved it. Having power over someone, a man, a wicked and vile man. It was like a drug.

"PRISONNN??"

she asked, over pronouncing the word with a smile. "You see, my personal opinions is that you will not do very well. I hope you prove me wrong." She looked down at him, drunk with power and the role of the narcissist quickly reversing on them.

"I doubt you will." She said, a smile on her face. She had won. This was it. Checkmate, William Afton. "Have a good evening, Mr. Afton." and with that she left.

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William picked up the phone in his office. His hand was trembling as he pressed each number carefully. As the dial tone rang in his ears he wiped the nervous sweat from his brow with the cuff of his sleeve. Each breath he took was much louder than ever before as he sat there and waited for the other person to pick up.

"Hello?"

The person had answered. Checkmate.

"It's Afton."

William said and though he couldn't see the other person he could feel their smile, their taunting.

"So?" "Do it... Now." "It's still day light." "I don't care!"

Afton roared, trying to keep his tone down so that his coworkers didn't think something was up and come rushing in to check on him. This was a private matter.

"Just do it. Do it now." He hung up.

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Her heels clicked along the pavement. Fancy J sang a different tune than when she had arrived in this town. This small town with its dark secrets, all of which she now knew. Oh how proud she felt and how tall she walked. She had done it. She had cracked the case and her next stop was now the police station to rub it in that misogynistic officer Hayden Hurst's face. She couldn't wait.

"Officer I solved it." She would say. "Ah, I mean, sir." She would add, with just the right amount of sass to deepen the fact that she, a senior college student from out of town, a simple girl, a practical barbie doll, had done what he hadn't. What he couldn't. Oh she couldn't wait.

The sun was setting. It was nearly eight pm.

Would she make it to the station before officer Hurst left for the day? She would have to find out. Her Louboutin heels clicked along the pavement quickly with glee. But, do her ears mistake her, or was that a second sound of footsteps?

Couldn't be. She simply started to walk faster. So did the other footprints. She looked over her shoulder.

A man, much larger than her, in a dark hoodie and dark pants walked maybe six feet behind her. She couldn't see his face and that frightened her more than anything else. She walked faster. So did he. She ran. She broke out in a run. Heels now clicking in a steady rhythmic beat against the pavement. He ran with her.

Not again. No not again please god no. She wasn't fast enough. Arms reached around her, constricting her. Keeping her from escaping. She grasped and grabbed at anything to pull her free from his grip. Nothing. Her hands closed around air and he tightened his grip. She screamed, a cry that brought tears to her own eyes. Not just one that screamed and shouted for help, desperate for help, but one that refused to let this happen to her again.

She couldn't do this again she just couldn't. Her cry didn't last long. A cloth that smelled strong of a sickeningly familiar substance was shoved up to her noose and mouth, forcing her to breathe in its fumes. As she drifted unconscious her mind taunted her.

Yes, she had learned this towns secrets. She had learned most of them, not all. She had learned the secrets of Hurricane Utah, all of them but one and that last secret had found her out first.