The rain poured down heavily on the rundown old establishment that was once known as Fredbears Family Diner. It was pitch black except for two glowing light blue robotic eyes in the parking lot. The eyes were fixated on something..or someone. The thunder boomed and the lightning revealed a formally dressed young man. However he was clearly far from human, two robotic bear ears poked out of his soaked dark brown hair. His expression was deadly serious as he reached for what looked like a microphone at first glance. He pressed a button on it and a long blade thin slid out.
"I know you're there. I see you've been putting your new body to use.. Haven't you caused enough death lately?"
Another pair of glowing eyes shown from the night; this pair was a pale, sickly yellow. They shone with a burning rage and narrowed angrily, one of them twitching a bit. Whoever they belonged to made no verbal response, but only let out an irritated growl.
"You have no right being here.. You shouldn't be alive."
The thing with the yellow eyes finally spoke up,"I'm not."
The bear sighed a little, "Neither is he.. And who's fault is that!?"
Without any further warning, a gunshot burst through the otherwise silence. The bear exhaled sharply as the bullet barely missed him. Before the attacker could fire again he ran at a surprising speed to them, swiftly swinging the sword at them. Some other weapon blocked it, it was far too dark to see anything or anyone but the sound of clashing metal and the occasional gunshot made clear what was happening. The two pairs of eyes danced around the lot wildly, not staying in the same place for more than a few seconds. Finally a metallic clunk was heard as the bear fell to the concrete. The blow was from the blunt end of an axe, whoever was at the other end of it didn't seem to want to kill him. The pale yellow eyes stared at him for a second and then quickly dashed away..
A man with robotic fox features leaned against a table in a small office, scratching the back of his head. It was completely silent except for the quiet humming of a fan and the occasional buzzing flicker of a light, old posters peeled off the walls and the place looked ancient yet as if someone kept their best to keep it in at least decent conditions. The fox looked like he had seen some damage, various tears across his arms and an Eyepatch. The most notable injury was that he his hand was missing but in place was a strange contraption with all sorts of items: A knife, a gun, a grappling hook, and several others. The gauntlet was set to a hook now, slightly scratching the table.
'So..he's come back.. I'll be screwed if I don't figure out this one' he thought.
He started to pace around the room, opening a drawer from the desk and pulling out some files and flipping through them. He pulled out a newspaper clipping:
PHANTOM KILLER STRIKES AGAIN.
December 21th, 2016
The illusive vigilante killer who the media has dubbed "The Phantom" that is recorded to be responsible for over dozens dead has reportedly struck again in a local warehouse, killing three workers. Two were killed by gunshot wounds and the other by one of the killers iconic darts. The darts have so far been the only calling card of The Phantom, containing a non-lethal hallucinogenic serum, theorized to be The Phantoms way of disorientating his/her victims. The owner of the warehouse has refused to talk to the press about anything regarding the incident.
The fox put the clipping in his pocket,
"HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE!?" He slammed his hook on the desk in frustration, accidentally getting it jammed in the surface.
"Damn." He yanked it out after a couple tries, leaving a noticeable gash in the already scratched up wood.
"I thought this was a "Discreet" investigation, Foxy." A dark figure stood in one of the doorways of the office, a rather disturbing mask covered his entire face, making it impossible to read his expressions. Foxy smiled a little and exhaled softly,
"Heh.. Guess I jus' wasn't expectin' tha' guy to come back after three goddamn decades... His mistake, I'm gonna catch this nut job."
"You have to at least feel some pity for the man.. What he went through was horrible beyond compare."
"That doesn't change tha' fact he's killed dozens, probably more, in the first week he's finally surfaced!"
"I'm not saying it does."
"You're too forgivin', Kenny.."
The masked man groaned in annoyance, "It's The Marionette.." He said, "Anyway, I'm in no way condoning ANYTHING he's done. He's dangerous."
"No shit he's dangerous!! Look, I'm gonna call up my sister an' see if she can help.."