"Abby?" Fancy got out of her car at Mike's place. Abby was sitting on the steps to the front door and she was visibly sad.

"Abby what's wrong?"

Fancy added as she walked up to the little girl who sniffled. She was holding a barbie in her hands. This one looked almost identical to Fancy with glossy blonde hair that was pinned up in some kind of practical and elegant hairdo. Her face was kind and her blue eyes were assertive but welcoming for young girls. She wore red pumped heels and a denim jacket that covered a blue sparkly dress and matching necklace. It looked new, above everything else.

"Thats a nice barbie, is it new, Abby?" Fancy asked and Abby nodded with another sniffle and wiped her teary eyes.

"Mike and Vanessa got it for me for getting a good report home for this month from my teacher." She said, little voice shaky from crying. "Oh that's awesome." Fancy said.

"So why are you upset then, miss abby?" Abby shuddered and sniffled. She held up the barbie for her to look at.

"I brought it in for show and tell... to tell everyone how she can do anything like be a police officer like Vanessa or be a lawyer like you." She explained.

"At recess these boys cornered me and told me that barbie can't do anything. That barbie is just a stupid doll and that girls are just as stupid as they are. They called my barbie and me ugly and said I was useless." "Oh abby." Fancy said slowly. She wrapped her arms around the little girl as she continued to cry. When she pulled back she looked down at the doll in Abby's hands.

"Can I see?"

She asked and Abby nodded slowly as she handed her the precious doll.

"Well," Fancy began, "They were right about one thing." "What?" Abby asked, more surprised to hear Fancy agreeing with her bullies than anything else.

"Barbie is just a doll." She told her. "So she can't really do anything?" "Oh she can, but this doll can't." "What do you mean by that?" Abby asked.

"Barbie is a doll." "barbie is a doll, you're right." She explained. "But barbie is much more than that." She continued.

"Barbie is an idea, a movement. She stands for women. Barbie is you, Barbie is Vanessa, Barbie is me. The same way that Barbie can do anything you can also do anything." Abby sniffled.

"Really?" "Yes really." Fancy said. "We are barbie but we can also see, feel, and grow. We learn from our experiences. We take them in and adapt to life from them. Those boys from school, you learn from it." "How?" "you prove them wrong. Abby you can do anything you want, be whatever you want to be. You think boys don't bully me when I tell them I'm going to be a lawyer?"

Officer Hurst came to mind and she just smiled.

"They do, and some of them won't ever stop doing that. You just learn to prove them wrong. Over and over again." "What do you do when boys bully you about it?" "I prove them wrong. Because I am barbie, I am a woman, and we women are so incredibly strong. We can do anything. Don't ever forget that, okay Abby?" Abby smiled. "I won't."

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"So you seriously have to go, huh?" Mike asked. Tomorrow was Sunday. Fancy left Sunday.

"Yeah, Mike, I have to go finish my prelaw degree." She said almost with a laugh. Abby had just gotten to sleep. It was just the two of them. Even though she found her response amusing, Mike didn't seem to. He didn't say anything.

"Hey- it won't be that bad without me here." She said. "You'll have more time to spend on just you and Abby." She added.

"Oh, and that new job! You'll have more time to contribute to that." She continued with a reassuring smile over at him.

Mike didn't say anything. What could he say without coming off too generic, too corny, too just, too emotional. Michael Scmidt was not emotional.

"Hey- Mike?" Fancy spoke suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. He looked over at her.

"Yeah?" "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." Mike said.

"If anyone asks you about March Third around 11pm you swear you were with me." Mike looked taken aback. Thats certainly not what he was expecting her to ask. "Uh yeah." He said. "Why?" "Just- just do it, please?" She stepped closer to him and took his hands in hers.

"Do it for me?" She asked. Mike's gaze faltered for a moment, he looked at her and pondered just how well he knew this woman.

Had he known when he met her that she was capable of murder? Had he known she was a childhood victim of a serial kidnapper? No. he hadnt. Fancy had hidden so much behind those pretty eyes. He wondered if he knew all of her secrets or perhaps there were still more to find back there, tucked away from him.

"Yeah." he said slowly, simply. "You have to say that to anyone, even the police, do you understand?" He nodded. "I understand."

They were Bonnie and Clyde after all. If she was found guilty for a murder so would he. If he saved her he saved himself as well.

"You'll be gone tomorrow?" He changed the subject. "By twelve, yes." "Will you ever come back?" He asked and a smile tugged at her lips. One of irony. "Well," She began and looked at him as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

"I guess you could say I'll always come back."

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"Coffee?" "And french toast." Ness smiled.

"I didn't even have to force it on you this time." he said happily as he jotted something down in his notepad. "Make it two, Ness." She said and he raised a brow at him.

"Are you really that hungry?" Ness asked. Fancy shook her head simply. "It's for you." "Fancy... I'm working." "I'll pay for your food." She said. "And I have something for you."

She said as she pulled something out of her bag, a copy of a file. A file marked CONFIDENCIAL. Ness' eyes widened. "I'll get that order in." He said and he stalked off toward the kitchen.

Was this a bad idea? Probably. Was this morally wrong? Absolutely. To feed the machine, feed the man hungry for answers for his theories to distract him from the missing persons case that was his father. But he wouldn't see it that way, no, she would disguise her words. He would see this as a gift. A passing of the torch.

It didn't take Ness hardly as long as before to get back to her with her order. Plates made their way to their places on the table in seconds and he sat across from her. She handed him the file.

"I solved it." She said. "This is everything. Every piece of evidence. But most importantly-" she pulled out a copy of a tape out of the file. The tape. His tape.

"His confession."

She said. Ness' eyes widened. "You got a confession? No wait- you found William Afton?" He was getting all giddy again.

"How?" "I-" She pondered over what to say. "I read your theories." She told him. "Hiding in plane sight?" "Exactly." "I knew it."

He said, looking over the evidence and his eyes landed on the death certificate. He swallowed.

"Although, Fancy, I'm not sure I'm the right person for you to hand this off to. Shouldn't you go to the police?" "I have." Fancy said, the tone that came out of her mouth was sour. "But they refuse to publish any information about the case being solved." "But- they can't do that. The community deserves to know." "Exactly." Fancy said.

"That's why I'm giving this to you." She said. "Publish it." She explained to him. "Do what you do best, write an article and publish it. Publish it anywhere you can. Get it everywhere." His eyes lit up. He was licking this up like honey. His fingers closed around the case file.

"You can count on me."

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Returning to Connecticut, to Yale, after that month in Hurricane was probably the hardest thing Fancy had done in a while.

But fancy hadn't changed. Fundamentally she was still the same. Get that degree, no matter what. That was Fancy, that was Fancy on the surface at least. She still had darkness, things that slithered behind those beautiful blue eyes that no one would hopefully see.

Justice had settled over her, though. Not only had she finished her internship by actually solving a cold case, but she had also maimed her own personal monster. Her slaughtering him with the ax she found in his own house flashed in her eyes. She would have to file that away too for no one else to see, no one else to know.

Her father picked her up at the airport. His slick black BMW pulled up to Newark airport. It was cold and raining as Fancy stepped out of the airport in a brown peacoat with a black umbrella over her head. She stepped out to her father's car and got in the passenger seat, shaking the rain drops from her umbrella before bringing in the car and wrapping it up.

"How was your internship?" Her father asked. "Good." She said simply. "It was... enlightening." She spoke. He brought her back to campus.

She wouldn't be in class long before a letter came in for her. A letter from Hurricane Utah. Addressed to her from a Mr. Michael Schmidt. She ripped it open. A note fell out.

"𝙃𝙞 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝘾𝙡𝙮𝙙𝙚."

was scribbled in Mike's rushed handwriting and out with the note came a newspaper article. She held it and read it with a grin, a sly one.

"FREDDY FAZBEAR CASE CLOSED. MISSING CHILDREN FOUND. WILLIAM AFTON TO BLAME." Her smile grew, a darkness to it as she looked to see who had written the article.

"Written and edited by Nelson "Ness" Patrick".

She was glad the truth was out, that Ness was following her instructions without her there. Her internship was complete, she had also received an A for her internship class. All of these were great, wonderful. It made her look stellar on the surface.

But this wasn't what she gloated about to herself in the dark at night when no one else was around to see her and listen to the slithering wicked creature in the back of her mind. No. Francine had gotten away with murder, and that was what made her the most proud.

A Narcissist.