"Fancy don't you ever let a man make you think you can't do what you know you can do."

Momma J.

Oh how she missed her. Fancy sniffled, a tear falling down her cheek. "But they said I couldn't do it." "and you're gonna let that stop you?" Her mom countered. Fancy was silent.

"Just because a couple of Assholes-" "Momma!" "Well, yes! Those assholes! That's what they are, Fancy. Assholes." Fancy giggled and her mother handed her the Winchester Rifle once more. A family heirloom, it was. Passed down from father to son until Fancy's grandfather didn't have a son. He had her mother, resilient and stubborn but just as good a shot as any man, perhaps even better.

"But momma, Jacob up the road says-" "Says what? You tell me what he said." "He says I can't shoot any good. Especially not as good as he can."

"Fancy Marie Jenkins." Her mother's tone grew serious once more. "You take this gun, you prove that you can do anything that boy can. You take this gun, you shoot it and practice and when Jacob comes around again you scare the pants off that boy with just how good a shot you are." Her momma said with a wink down at her daughter.

"You make me proud now, Fancy, you hear?" Fancy nodded, a smile on her face to match her mother's as she clutched the antique gun in her fingers gingerly.

"Now you go show them boys what little girls are really made of." Her mother said.

"Gunpowder and lead."

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Fancy had never been so thankful for her mother. She had never been so thankful that in the months before her kidnapping her mother had taken time to teach her how to properly shoot the family shot gun. She didn't think it would ever serve her benefit, until now.

She shouldered a 34 rifle that had enough recoil to knock anyone who didn't know what the hell they were doing with it straight on their ass, and aimed it at the Rabbit's chest.

I guess you could say it was rabbit season, in that moment.

"Go to hell." she breathed and time stood still as soon as she pulled the trigger. The sound of a shotgun blast vibrated through the room. The muzzle flash lit up her face, shadowing her once pretty features to be just short of malicious. The flash ignited half of the room and gave the pizzeria a momentary glow before it was once again shrouded back into darkness.

The moment was ended with the clattering sound of a shell casing tinkering on the ground. The rabbit stumbled back. He raised a hand to his chest. The bullet had entered the suit, but obviously there was enough metal casing in place that he had not been killed. He laughed.

"You idiot." He charged straight for her. In one swift moment he had her neck clutched in his hand and pinned against the wall. With his free hand he removed the mask that kept his face concealed. William Afton laughed in her face, literally. Her hands gripped the rabbit's paw that held her neck in an iron grip.

"Didn't Patrick tell you, barbie? Seen and not heard." He hissed as he choked her. Fancy gasped for air, for anything that could free her. This was it. She had escaped her second kidnapping only to die at the hands of a psychotic child murder wearing a bunny costume.

This was not how she would go out. She simply would not allow it. In a sharp breath she took in all the air she could with her windpipe being crushed under the weight of a mechanical paw. And in this moment, in this tense and final moment, she was thankful for her nails being so perfectly manicured. Sharped almost to a fine point. She let go of her grip on the paw that choked her and instead pulled her hand back and swiped it across Afton's face, her nails ripping across his skin as she did so, drawing blood.

"You bitch!" he reached to feel his face with his other hand- paw- whatever. Blood stained the yellow fur. "You'll pay for that." His grip around her throat tightened and he pushed her harder against the wall. Her vision was fading and fading fast.

"That's enough!"

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He turned. He loosened his grip and Fancy fell to the ground, her body limp as she took in the air that she desperately needed. Her vision was blurred with tiny specs of black matter that seemed to float around her like gnats. But these weren't bugs, she couldn't catch them. She laid there, limply, her body supported against the wall as she watched her savior, Vanessa. Oh thank god for Vanessa.

"Leave them alone."

She said, pulling her own gun on her own father. Afton chuckled. "A little too old for temper tantrums, aren't we Vanessa?" The rest she couldn't hear. There was a ringing in her ears. All she wanted to do was sleep.

"Fancy?"

She looked up. Was someone talking to her? Or was that just the overwhelming sound of blood rushing to her head.

"Fancy?"

There it was again. She blinked her eyes several times, lashes fluttering and she finally closed the tight, trying to regain some control over herself and her situation. Oh her head was seriously going to hurt tomorrow. And she thought her hang over after the Delta Theta Sigma Halloween Darty was bad. This would be so much worse. She opened her eyes. Her vision still blurry but slow returning to normal the ringing in her ears faded.

"Fancy?" She looked up.

"Abby?"

She said softly. "You're alright..." "Yes I'm fine but Mike- He isn't waking up. Please. Help him." She practically begged the barely conscious Fancy. She pulled at her arm, trying to get her to stand up to help her brother. Fancy stumbled. She tried to get to her feet.

"S-where's Mike?"

She slurred as she finally was able to stand. "Over here." Abby said, she had ran ahead of Fancy now that she was on her own two feet and now Fancy could hardly see her. That rabbit had really messed her up. She stumbled, reaching out to anything for support. Her hand landed on something cold. A pinball machine. She didn't know those were even still around.

"I'm coming Abby." She said slowly as she stumbled again, her feet betraying her. "Here!" Abby called. Her voice was closer this time and Fancy fell to her knees. She was right there. She was right next to Mike's body. He was warm. So warm. And Fancy was so tired. Her eyes- no. No. make it through this. Just make it through.

"Please Mike please wake up." Abby tried as she helplessly nudged her brother. "Please Mike no, please!" Fancy reached down and placed a hand on Mike's cheek.

"Michael." She breathed. "It's time to wake up." She said. "Abby needs you."

She was coming to more and more. That familiar rush of adrenaline returning to her heart and the flitter of it pumping violently against her chest pulled her back to reality.

"Please Mike!" Abby continued. A sharp sound cut through the intensity of the scene.

Another gun shot. Vanessa shot him. Her father. In the dead silence of the moment Mike began to stir.

"Mike!" Abby said, relieved. "Abby." he breathed. "The yellow rabbit hurt your friends. Show them what happened." None of it made sense to Fancy. But it didn't need to. This wasn't her game anymore, she was a pawn in something else, something larger. Larger than she ever thought it had been. Abby jumped up, ready to go as her brother said. Mike turned to Fancy. "Come on." He said.

"Help me up?" "always." She stood and grabbed his arm, she pulled his weight on to her as she wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "We've got to reset the power." He told her. "Lead the way, night guard."