Furs: Albino Psychosis

by FXCF

Thanks to Empoleonmaster23, who allowed me to make this. In a war torn Britain, years after the destruction of america by nuclear detonation, a war is being raged. one soldier, nicknamed Traitor, goes against his own race, and fights with the so called enemy. but, tell me. who is the villain? the military who is not afraid to kill children, or the rebellion, fighting to protect?

1. Chapter 1

Okay, while I cry in pain about chapter ten on TDA:R, I had a idea. Back in 2016, I read a FNAF story called "Furs", made by "AMangledMisfit". Sadaly, Misfit is no longer on this site, and she has ended the story. But, It has been remade by the one who has allowed me to create this story, Empoleonmaster23. Check them out, and check out the remade "Furs" story, it's pretty good. Anyways, this story will revolve around a… odd schizophrenic. Aaaaaand with that awkward transition, let us begin,

Furs: Albino Psychosis

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The sound of three, quick gun shots echoed through the old suburban town. This, is where we meet our main character, getting shot through the stomach, but standing up, shaking it off, and opening fire upon the attacker. The man who was shot was a simple 6'8, with albino white hair stopping at the base of his neck. His skin was a pale peach color, and was littered with bullet wounds. He wore a virtus body armour set with the mask on, and black visor. He quickly reloaded his old scoped Enfield EM2, and returned fire on the soldiers advancing on his position. Grabbing his last frag grenade, he pulled the pin on it and threw it, along with a flash 'nade, distracting the incoming forces. He quickly retreated from his position into a old six-story building, dropping a bouncing-betty at the front entrance, before running up the stairs to the top floor. He quickly took up position, taking shots at some of the soldiers 'nades, causing a few of them to explode. Without waist, the soldiers opened fire on his position, and both they and he took cover. Checking his ammunition, he saw that he had five left in his clip, and two clips left.

"Shite.." He mumbled, his voice a strong mix of a russian accent and a scottish accent. A sniper from across the street took a shot at him, just missing by a few inches. He turned and opened fire on the sniper, taking him down. Then, the loud whirring of a helicopter startled him, and an AgustaWestland Apache. It leveled a front mounted turret at his level. A british voice called over a loudspeaker on the chopper.

"Alright, surrender now, and we will not kill you!" the pilot called out. The man scoffed and shouted over the whining engine.

"FUCK YOU, YOU CHILD MURDERING FUCKERS!" He shouted, and in a surprise move, stood and fired a FIM-92 Stinger right at it, destroying the front of the aircraft. It quickly spiraled down, crashing into british troops, killing dozens with the crash and explosion. The man dropped the Stinger and ran, jumping from the fourth floor to the roof of another building. Before he could get far, a bullet ripped through his shoulder, the force launching him off the roof, crashing into a old car. Quickly, soldiers surrounded him, on slamming the butt of his rifle into his face, knocking him out. The last thing he heard was "We got him sir! Traitor has been apprehended!", and he dropped into unconsciousness.