Back again, and not angry this time. For the most part, I'm much better, but won't probably type tomorrow or Thursday, since exams are up again fml.

Anywho, just want to clear some things up. I am going to accept 3 more OCs, under three conditions.

One, you cant submit if you already have to this series.

Two, they cant be too overpowered, gotta keep the story in check.

Three, you cant expect a long introduction to them, since there are too many already.

Anyways, that's all and I want to apologize to all of you who weren't harassing me.

As for the harassers, screw you. Go write your own story and leave mine alone.

Well yeah, that's everything…OH! I forgot that Operator and Torcher are going back to dimension 2 soon, too many watchers.

Ok, well lets go!

NOTE: If I accidently start calling Stalker "He" I do it by mistake, stalker has no gender.

Chapter 9

Stalker

Tracker's POV

The power was cut suddenly. It shocked everyone, except Hunter, who had his eyes trained on the window, which shattered without warning. "What the!?" Graham yelled, backing against a wall. Ightech, enraged at the intruder, burst forward and sliced their throat, spraying blood everywhere, but it wasn't red, it was WHITE. "STALKER!" Ightech said, backing up in shock. "Heh, is that any way to treat a friend now?" Stalker asked between chuckles as its wounds healed very quickly. It had helped the Federation countless times and being one of the three Trikoditdes left, natives to dimension 5, it was immortal after maturing. "Please…SIT" it said, throwing Ightech back into his chair.

"I ran into a few of your friends, Connor." It said to 1287, who looked confused and said "They've stuck to calling me 1287 here, since Connor from this dimension is right there." He pointed to Connor, who was sitting with Chi, a look of slight fear on his face. "Any…way, two people were seen and spoken with who knew the number 1287, Zeta and Allen. I told them to come here if they wanted to see you."

1287 was surprised and without words, so I asked "Stalker, how is it you knew were 1287 was?" It chuckled and said "You forget, Tracker, I know where you would most likely be. I always know. As for how, well I…SIT THE HELL DOWN IGHTECH!" it screamed, stabbing Suffering, its left machete, into the table. Those blades ended many lives throughout history, given that Stalker came to dimension 2 in the early 3rd century. It was always a scary thought to know that it kept souls captured in its Dark Hunter ring, hell, you could even see them swirling in the garnet on the silver band. Revenge and Suffering were scary as hell, but Retribution or god forbid Vengeance… now those were tools of destruction. Retribution was Stalker's greatsword, which was disguised into a modern Katana. Vengeance was formerly a Trikoditde bow, but was disguised to be a crossbow.

Just then, two more walked inside the lab, a small hybrid and a green dinosaur animatronic. Zeta, being the hybrid, had a shotgun in hand, whereas Allen had a library book and a purple hat. The two seemed to work together, Allen being the brains and Zeta being the, well, shotgun. I only hoped that one of them wouldn't piss Stalker off, it would be chaos.

The bloodbath that was the annihilation of the souls of Purple Guy, Shadow Freddy and Shadow Bonnie, wouldn't even come close to what Stalker could and would dish out. Things from dimension one were naturally weaker than two or three. Considering we were from two and 1287 would've been able to take out the three with no problem, Stalker would've killed them before they could react. It was rumored that Stalker could look into one's eyes and steal their soul away, honestly, I believed it.

I received a message from Bobby and Slash, who were at Foxy and *Chica's house. They wanted to know where everyone was, that Foxy was gone and had been for some time.

I was about to say something when Zeta fired his shotgun at Stalker out of fear, spraying white blood all over the wall, again. Within seconds, Stalker had recovered and fired 7 crossbow bolts at Zeta, one striking the knee (THAT REFERENCE THO) He fell in pain and dropped the shotgun. Operator ran over and pulled it out, administering Bio-Gel to the wound, healing it and recovering any damage. Zeta looked up and said "What the hell?! That could've killed me!" only for Stalker to respond "And yet you still babble, you still breathe and will walk away from this. Be thankful I missed, intentionally."

I intervened, "Stalker, there is a problem. A red fox animatronic dear to us has disappeared. Can you do a little S and R?" It nodded and glared at Zeta, who hadn't noticed that the bolts had disappeared, and left the lab, returning to the city.

Done and Done and Done and Done and DONE!

Oh my god, do you people know how much I love you all? ^^

Yeah, I have exams tomorrow and crammed studying to type, so yay…ah fuck, who am I kidding, I don't care lol.

Well I hope you like the lengthy introduction to Stalker. The only reason I did this is because of the level of importance it will have in the story, you literally have to know this stuff to understand.

Well, thanks for reading and see you all next chapter!

-1287