Angst and implied sex in this chapter !!
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Let there be light, and there was light.

Shining down divinely on Abby's finished drawing depicting the truth about everything.

"No."

Afton seethed. He tried to fight back, retort after retort, but the children didn't listen. They didn't care. Whatever he had to say to them, it was entirely irrelevant. Fancy and Mike shuffled back into the room, watching the display.

"Mike!" Abby ran back to her brother, to safety. Mike would always be her safety. Who would be Fancy's? They watched, together, a trio. Fancy knew the feeling, the sense of inner justice. That primal wickedly fulfilling sensation of destroying the one who held so much power of you. She couldn't help but grin.

"What's happening?" Abby asked. "The spring locks." Mike replied.

A metallic sound filled the air, like a hinge creaking incredibly fast. Fancy didn't need to know. She didn't care. She watched as William Afton hit the floor, crying out in pain. Yes, this is what it felt like to win. That familiar intoxicating narcissism returned to her. It was stronger than any drug. It was more potent and more addictive. This was how things should be. This was nature. Revenge. No, not revenge. Revenge was a sin. Wicked sin. Like murder. No, not revenge.

This was justice. Then why did it feel like such a guilty pleasure? Watching as Afton's body was drug away by the creatures he had created. A light fell, sparks falling from the ceiling like deadly snow.

"We gotta go." Mike said. He and Abby turned to leave but Fancy was glued to the spot, watching the demise. This. This was what made Fancy, Fancy. Not the perfect skin, golden blonde curls she once sported, not the makeup she always did flawlessly, not the louboutin heels that saved her from death, not the prelaw yale student or the double major in criminoligy.

No.

This was it. This was Fancy. It was justice. Justice ushered to men who thought they had won, who had thought they had gotten away with it all only to meet their match and their match being their own sin. Their own sin consuming them whole, leaving nothing in their place. The bear, Freddy, he turned to look at Fancy and in a flash of sparks falling from the ceiling she saw not just an animatronic bear but a child with blonde hair and blue eyes by its side, much like her.

He raised a finger to his lips and slowly went shhh. There was a grin on his lips to match hers and in that moment they understood each other. She and the children, they had come to an understanding. She had escaped her demise, they had not been so lucky. But still, she knew what they felt for she had felt it. She nodded. She smiled back. And just like that, the boy was gone.

"Fancy?" Mike now, not the little boy. "We've got to go." he said it so urgently. "We've got to go now." He pulled at her arm. She could reminisce over deathly victory some other time. She grinned one last time. Checkmate, death. She turned back to Mike, the grin gone. "Okay." She breathed. "Let's go."

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"Ow-" "Well It's going to sting, Francine, it's rubbing alcohol."

Mike said as he looked down at the girl who sat perched on the ledge of his bathroom sink. He stood between her legs. The patching up after the battle. Abby had long since gone to bed and now it was just the two of them.

Well the two of them and that damn cotton ball in Mike's hand with rubbing alcohol on it.

"I know." She admitted.

She had insisted on fixing him up first. His face was clean and he sported a Disney princess bandaid just under his chin. She had worked on his leg wounds, rapping gauze around it after cleaning the wound. Mike had not been as much of a baby about it as she was, of course.

But Mike also hadn't been kidnapped and tortured with Rubbing alcohol.

"That's a nasty cut." Mike said as he placed the cotton ball back down on the gash on her cheek. She winced again but didn't say anything. Tears welled up in her eyes as she endured the pain.

"Hey no- don't cry." He said softly. He lifted the cotton ball back up. "See? All done." He added. Next all he had to do was spread neosporin on it, they were almost out of it by now. The final touch, a Disney princess bandaid for her too. Her's had Aurora on it. Mike's had Ariel.

"Now where was that bad one that you mentioned?" Fancy's lips pressed together in a firm line. "It's- I'll have to take off your sweatshirt that I'm wearing." She said slowly. "It's on my collar bone." She added. Mike's face went red. "I mean- if you're okay with that?" "I honestly don't care." She said. "I just don't want to embarrass you." she added.

"Fancy we committed arson together, I think we're kinda bonded at this point." He said with a bit of a grin. She couldn't argue. They were practically like Bonnie and Clyde by now.

And so, off went the sweatshirt. There was nothing underneath it. Just skin and- and those horrible markings. Mike's face was still red. He wasn't sure what to say or what to think. Was it the first time he saw a girl topless? No, of course not. He got around in high school. Just high school.

His fingers reached up and grazed over the dried blood of the markings left behind on her skin. Fancy shivered. Speaking of highschool, if they were still in high school Fancy would have been way out of his league. She still was. He couldn't even hold a steady job, and Fancy? Fancy was going to be somebody with her dad the brain surgeon, and her on her way with her law degree.

"S.K.P.?" He asked.

"His initials." Fancy replied shamefully. She let out a huff, and then another, and then she just broke down. Pure and real. Fancy cried. Mike let her. He let her cry. She leaned forward and rested her head against his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around her. She continued to cry.

"I thought I was going to die, Mike." She told him. "I was fully prepared to die."

He rubbed her back gently and pressed another kiss to the top of her head. "But you didn't." He said softly. The vibrations of his voice seemed to soothe her. She pulled back and looked up at him and wiped away a tear from her face with his thumb.

"You are so strong Fancy." She sniffled. "And I am so proud of you." She sniffled again and was that a smile? Way to go Mike.

He refreshed the cotton ball with more rubbing alcohol and leaned down to the markings on her chest. Her skin was so soft. It was a shame it had been marked in such a vile way. He pressed the cotton ball to the first letter, to the S. Fancy winced.

He pressed a kiss just below the S, his lips grazing her breast. She took in a sharp breath but not from pain, from surprise. He poured more rubbing alcohol on the cotton ball and made his way to the K.

He did the same, pressing a kiss to the skin just below the marking. And finally he repeated it all with the last letter, with the P.

He pulled back and he didn't look at her. He didn't look up at those eyes that looked at him so curiously, watching his every move. He spread neosporin over the cuts and pressed a much larger bandaid over the skin. This one didn't have Disney princesses on it, it was plain and boring.

"His mark is gone." He told Fancy who's breath shuddered. Before she could say anything, even thank him really, he leaned back down and in the crook of her neck he buried his face. His lips brushed against her skin. His arms snaked around her body and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss there, on the skin between her neck and her collar bone, just above the bandage.

He was gentle with her, his tongue tracing her skin and sucking on that spot. He left a mark, he meant to. A new mark. His mark. A warning to anyone else who wanted to hurt her. She was accounted for. She was protected. Fancy's hands gripped his brunette curls as he sucked her skin. a groan fell from her lips. He pulled back.

"Michael-" She breathed softly, she planted her palms on either side of her on the edge of the counter. A strand of golden hair and fallen loose and hung down the middle of her face as she gazed up at him.

He exhaled and leaned back down to her, wrapping his hands around her waist and gripping her ass as he picked her up. But he didn't stop there, no, Michael Schmidt had pressed his lips to hers in an open mouthed kiss. Which Fancy reciprocated, as he lifted her up off of the bathroom counter and carried her to his bedroom.

He kicked the door closed with his foot, his lips not leaving hers the entire time he carried her. He laid her down on his bed.