Kyle

Vic walked into the room, a cigarette in one hand. Dorothy was close behind. "Ya done yet?" Kyle nodded, "Yeah, just finishing up here." Vic nodded. "Hurry up, we've got the trucks loaded." Vic put out his cigarette in the ashtray on Kyle's desk and walked out. Kyle sunk into his chair, staring at the map on his desk. He opened a hidden compartment and took out a radio. After making a quick message he put it back in its hiding spot and opened a drawer, removing a pistol. After loading it, Kyle slid it into his holster and left the office.

Buster

Buster blew some dust off of his hat, wiping the rest away. He was sitting on a flatbed truck with some other Flying Circus soldiers, waiting for new orders. Raz was near by, inspecting her playing cards while other soldiers were checking their weapons. "The devil are we waiting for?" Buster wondered. A soldier shrugged. "The word from Thorn probably." Suddenly, a door opened and Beck, Circ, Elric, and Natalie walked in. "Comrades! Now is the time! We move now! Bystro!"

At Natalie's command, the dozen or so flatbed trucks started their engines, leaving the warehouse, taking the soldiers to the battlefield. As Buster looked back, he thought he saw a forlorn look in Natalie's face as she hopped on a truck.

Red

"Red!" Red put down the book he was reading. Gold had run into the room, Seattle behind him. "We've got word! Flying Circus and Purple Legion have started moving!" Red nodded, turning to Blue and Minette. "That's our cue. Let's move out."

Marion

Marion stood in the front of the room, arms folded, watching Vinnie brief a squad of Masks. "Our so-called allies are making their advances on the museum, as are our enemies. Our mission will be surveillance, and surveillance only." A smile slowly formed on Marion's face. His mind was beginning to form a plan.

Nightstalker

Victor opened the door the house he was living in. He was still dressed in his security guard uniform, having just finished his day job. Throwing his coat in the corner, he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. As he pulled out a soda, Asena walked into the room. The folder Freddy gave them was tucked under her arm. "Hey. Are we going up to the museum tonight?" Victor shrugged. "Sure, why not. Might be good to know what we're getting ourselves into."

Foxy

The room was full of policemen. Everyone knew that something was happening, and everyone was wondering what they were going to do about it. Foxy stood in the front of the room, watching the men under his command. "Alright, gentlemen. Listen up. We have noticed a large amount of activity focused around the museum. As this part of town is still populated, we are going in to do what we can." There were some murmurs in the room, except for Ted, who nodded in approval. It was rare they ever did anything to interfere in the vigilante-gang war. "Alright now, let's move!"

Jenny

"You alright?" Jenny snapped out of her thoughts to turn her attention to Mike. "Yeah, I'm fine, just worried." Aideen walked in. "Worried about what?" Jenny sighed. "I don't know, I'm just worried that something is going to happen soon." Mike and Aideen exchanged glances. "Don't worry, Jenny. We're here." Jenny nodded. "Yeah, I know…"

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In a dilapidated apartment, a girl walked over to her balcony. A dog bowl sat in the corner of the room, a white german shepherd (pet dog, not anthro. Just roll with it) sitting in front of it. The girl held a cup of coffee in her hands, walking past a rifle sitting on its rack. She stepped out onto the balcony, staring out over the city. From the balcony, she had a great vantage point of the museum. She knew because she had scoped out the area several times. As she sipped her coffee, the city lights fell in front of her, making a beautiful landscape.

Freddy

As the old, squeaky door to the precinct shut, Freddy made his way back to his apartment. He found Bonnie waiting outside. "Hey, you sure you want to do this?" Freddy grumbled to himself. "Yes, Bonnie. I know I want to do this, it really isn't different from what I do every night." Bonnie shook his head. "No, it's different. This is more complicated than anything you've ever done." Freddy rolled his eyes. "I can take care of myself, Bonnie. If I don't, who will?"

Chica

Tim and Jeremy stood behind their commander. Chica stood at the window, still as a statue. He arms were folded across her chest as she stared into nothing. After a while, she spoke. "Well, whatever happens is going to happen tonight. Better get ourselves ready."

Tara

The yellow chicken paced the room impatiently. She was not allowed to leave, an whenever she asked someone about Mangle she would get brushed off. Tara sighed, resting in a chair. Something was about to happen, something that could potentially destroy the Rouge Fighters, but she had no way to warn them. Tara had never been more frustrated in her life.

Ganache

Ganache finished polishing his katana, sheathing it. He gave a frustrated groan and sank into a chair. His instincts told him to run, but he decided against it. He would stay. On the table, the machine sat, glistening in the moonlight.

-= End Part 1 =-

Sorry, bit of a filler chapter here. I just used this chapter to show where everyone stands at this point. Parts are just thrown in every 10 chapters so I can divide things a little better. OC submissions are still open, BUT any OCs submitted now (again, please submit by PM) might not appear until part 3.

Kyle belongs to Kylefazbear

Dorothy belongs to 111 (guest)

Buster belongs to noahjacksich

Raz belongs to JLStudios

Red belongs to me

Blue belongs to me

Seattle belongs to me

Minette belongs to Zenasreyes

Nightstalker belongs to Victor John Foxfire

Shadowrunner belongs to Victor John Foxfire

Jenny belongs to JJBALLONBOY

Aideen belongs to AlexaMarrinDaughterofPoseidon

The Sharpshooter belongs to Platinumfire

Ganache belongs to Platinumfire

All other characters (except Vinnie, who is based off of a character from Five Nights at Candy's by Emil Ace Mako) belong to Scott Cawthon.