Freddy Fazbear threw his coat in the corner before collapsing on the couch with a deep sigh. As he lay on the couch he stared at the ceiling of his dilapidated apartment, mulling over the failure of his life. He had joined the police force to instill peace and justice to the chaotic city he called home. Instead, he was confined to his desk, taking complaints and putting them in a file that was turned in to the chief, an incompetent idiot who tossed the file onto a larger pile sitting on his desk. Freddy gave a frustrated sigh as he sat up.
He stood up, stretching. The city was slowly falling apart, slowly being consumed by a gang war. Just the other day he had witnessed a shootout from his desk at the precinct. He had wanted to go out and stop them, but the only other officer was interested in taking a nap. Besides, the precinct had one gun that was old and unreliable, which sat in the safe in the chief's office. So, Freddy found himself sitting at his desk while the gangs outside blasted each other. Freddy shook his head at the memory as he walked over to his closet, pulling it open.
Freddy kneeled down, opening a safe that sat on the ground. He spun the dial, entering his combination; 1-9-8-7. The safe clicked open to reveal a cutlass, a gift from his former partner who quit the police force years ago. Freddy pulled out the sword, examining it in the dim light. It was made of a special, durable, but lightweight metal. He also grabbed the sheath that came with the sword. Finally, he pulled out a pistol and a holster, something he had "borrowed" from the precinct before the chief confiscated all weapons. There wasn't much ammunition for the gun, so Freddy was counting on his swordsmanship to be enough. A frown formed on Freddy's face as gunshots rang out in the distance. He grabbed another item from his safe: a black hood. Standing, Freddy grabbed a battered kevlar vest (also "borrowed" from the precinct) before leaving his apartment, heading to the roof. It was time for his night job.
About half an hour later, Freddy was standing on a rooftop, watching as a cluster of cars was gathered in a parking lot. It was a local gang, nothing too special. In other words, the perfect target for a lone wolf vigilante. Freddy leaped down from the rooftop, expertly landing on top of a thug. The thug collapsed on the ground with a startled yell. Freddy drew his sword, getting up. "Who the hell is that?!" One of the thugs, a red haired human yelled. The five thugs drew weapons, unsure of what to do. "It's one of those damn vigilantes! Kill him!" Yelled another, an eagle. One of the thugs charged forward with a pocket knife in hand. Freddy easily dodged as the thug thrust his knife forward. The thug stumbled forward and Freddy took the opportunity to stab him to the back. The thug collapsed as the red haired human ran forward, swinging a crowbar. Freddy ducked under and slashed the human, causing him to scream as he fell. The eagle drew a small pistol, firing at him. Freddy jumped behind the cover of a parked car as the bullets shattered the window above him. "I'll go around," he heard one of the thugs whisper, as steps crunched on the asphalt. Freddy smirked and leaped up over the hood of the car, stabbing the eagle in his neck. The last thug, a tiger, ran over from the back of the car, drawing a pistol. As he fired, Freddy pulled the eagle in front of him, using the body to block the bullets. Freddy then shoved the eagle forward, causing the tiger to stumble as Freddy shoved his blade into his stomach. As the tiger collapsed, Freddy looked around in satisfaction of his work. Suddenly, a black sedan pulled into the parking lot, three men getting out. "Shit, man!"
One of the figures shook his head, more in disappointment than disgust. "Damn, Shadowcorps won't like this." As the three walked closer, Freddy realized they were all dressed in purple. Freddy growled and drew his sword. Two of the purple men were armed with rifles, equipped with bayonets, and the third had a knife. One of the men suddenly charged forward. Freddy narrowly dodged the bayonet thrust and smacked the man with the hilt of his sword. As he stumbled forward, the other man fired his rifle, narrowly missing Freddy and shattering a car window. Freddy cursed to himself, there was no way he could get close enough to use his sword. Drawing his pistol, Freddy quickly fired, hitting the man in the shoulder. The one with a knife raised an eyebrow. "A gun? That´s not the one! Shit." The man reached into his jacket and threw something to the ground. The lot was suddenly filled with a bright white light, blinding Freddy. By the time he regained his vision, the car and the men were gone. "Flashbang? How did they…" Freddy muttered. He stood in the lot for a moment, thinking about what the man had said: Shadowcorps.
