Disclaimer: I do not own Darkwing Duck or any other characters. Sadly :( Andre "Jackson" Quasamodo belongs to me, (Quackerjack's split personality...he's alais before we went insane.)

A/N: This ficcie is inspired by some daydreams that's been floating in my head and that it refuses to get out. :P And also by the Vid Darkwarrior Duck and Linkin Park. Yep..Darkwarrior Duck will appear in this ficcie...later..and not how'd you'd expect him too. XD So..obviously..this ficcie..will be a bit..AUish.

Pairing: none at the moment

Ratings: T (Action, Violence, and Humor..well..I'll try)

Dark Shadows

By

Marih Dimitri

Andre's POV

I guess..you can call it fate. Which it's funny. Things never turned out the way they do. Hell...I'd never thought I'd be a "career" criminal. But..here I am, in an abandon warehouse, with all sorts of toysscattered around the floor boards and tables, with lots of cloth, stitches, sowing machine, and lots of tools within a breath reach. I glance at the far corner of room, the articled clothing slumped against the wall. A jester hat, polka dot sleeves, purple vest and pants with red clown shoes. It seems..to call to me. A call..of happiness, laughter..and insanity. Something...that I didn't wanted...or expected...from the beginning. That...clown costume..the one I carried from my previous circus years, the ones..in which my adopted family raised me, molded me into the young man..that I am today. Sure..now that costume...became another persona of me, that of a crazed toymaker. One..that has mastery of design, technice and weapondry. The things that were built..from the innocence of toys and crafted into deadly devices.

And yet...it's a part of me..that I cannot pull away from..nor..that I want to pull away from. For being a master toymaker, I deem it my duty..and my calling, to make toys, though..I wish..I wouldn't have to make dangerous one that inflicted upon lives. However, my persona..sees no other choice..but to continue his relentless assualt against those who mocked him...mocked us. As my hands carefully pick up a paint brush, beautifully painting over a wax figurine of my best friend, Megavolt aka. Elmo Sputterspark, I kept imagining the time, that me and him, well..really, all five of us, in which my persona calls the Fearsome Five, my friends, all had to face the toughest challenge ever. Facing against the dark masked mallard himself. Someone more deadly than Negaduck himself. I'll never forget it. For once, the city looked upon us underdogs for their salvation..against the "terror that hunts in the night." Against...Darkwarrior Duck.

I know this chappie is sort. I'll make longer ones though, I just wanted to get a good solid base started. Anyways, please Review and I'll update as soon as I can.