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I miss my rat child.
Dearest rat child, my sweet little baby, I’m so proud of you, but why must you break your bones? I exploded. You fell of a train? Why on train? Be better, my dear. My little brain cell cannot handle the stress. I have other rats, with their almost kidnappings and their yaoi. Please take care of yourself, and stop fracturing your knee.
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
This is what the train horror games really should've gone for
thinking abt how fucked up steam engine boiler explosions can look. theyre just pipes under there
gives me the idea of a ghost/monster engine that looks normal, albeit a bit battered, only to swing their smokebox door open and a myriad of pipes come bursting out like fucked up tentacles
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No it’s- a Train?!?!
The flashing of cameras and shouts fill the train platform, directed towards the respective mayors of Gotham and Metropolis. The two stood side by side as they answered the assault of questions. Hidden in the rafters, Batman could only narrow his eyes looking for something. He knew that someones rogue, wether they’re from Gotham, Metropolis or somehow another city, were going to attack in someway tonight. He couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary, everyone manning the new train and had built the bridge connecting the cities had passed his background check, but he knew something was going to happen.
Soon enough the bullet train was pulling out of the station, majority of its occupants were Gothams and Metropolis’s elites and those in power. He triggered his comms and started speaking as he grappled onto the roof of the train. “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” He soon found what was meant to be his entrance to the train, but it was somehow welded shut.
And thats when it all started to go to shit.
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Clark, for all intents and purposes, was meant to be one of the reporters there. And he was. Soon enough the train pulled out and every reporter and journalist rushed to get the best shots of the train leaving. The plan was going as expected, allowing him to shuffle out unnoticed and to change out into his super suit.
Superman was soon flying out checking the pillars and cables above the bridge for any tampering.
“Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” Batmans demand filtered through his coms, wind thankfully muted out from Batmans place up on the bullet train.
As he went to answer, standing on the cross like pillar holding the bridge up, a pain he only associated to one damned rock caused him to go light headed. He could feel hives raiding his skin as he passed out, burning and freezing and dying but living. All that passed through Supermans head was ‘Ah shit, here we go again.’
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Diana had been combing through the many pillars and the under side of the bridge, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary. She was meant to have begun this process an hour earlier than what she had, but one of her rogues decided to take that time to create chaos and havoc that should’ve taken minutes, not hours. So safe to say she was only half way done and prepared for a lecture from her colleague. ‘Although,’ she thought to herself, ‘if I explain what happened maybe I could get a disappointed grunt instead.’
She shook her head in amusement, and looked up as her coms filtered to life, “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” She was about to respond when she caught sight of it.
It was a box, covered in greens and purples with a wretched smile stretched under what could only be a timer.
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Wonder woman reacted quickly, she did not want to know if gas had been put into the bomb.
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She was diving to the ocean below, relying on her teammates to stop the train as it was flying down the rails.
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She was half way there when it went boom. Although she couldn’t see it, the lighting off of the bomb let her know she had been right, there was gas within. But it would be all for nought as a giant piece of rubble that would have killed a normal person suddenly hit her.
As the world went black, she felt the cold polluted waters wrap around her like a freezing hug.
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Batman cursed, seeing the tattletale green glowing from underneath the tracks and half way up the pillars, and grabbing on to the hatch as the bridge rumbled. A cloud of green gas, something that made his stomach swirl, swarmed up into the air, and chunks of the bridge fall into the ocean below. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a glimmer of gold fall into the ocean, and could only wonder if Wonder Woman got out ok, and if Superman was alive.
Gritting his teeth, knowing he was all alone in stopping the train quickly going towards its doom, Batman shook his hands and where he normally had small, almost unnoticeable nails, were claws that could easily shred through titanium. He skittered across the roofs of the train, quickly calling Oracle for a visual inside the conductor apartment.
“B, the man’s been Jokerfied!”
Giving a grunt of acknowledgement, he hurried as there was almost no time before the train hurled itself into the ocean below. That would effectively kill almost all the passengers, and he could guess what would happen to those few that survived in the gas filled waters below.
He had two more compartments to go, but Batman knew he wouldn’t make it. He could try his damndest to get there, but he would have to subdue the victim and then get the train to stop. He would be lucky if half of it would still be hanging off of the tracks.
Suddenly, he felt a shift in the air. Something was coming at them.
A rip sounded out, soon with many more following after. Green swirling portals were littered in the sky, with what he assumed was train carts chugging through them. A portal soon ripped open on the opposite side of the missing tracks, along with a train that looked like it belonged in an old western movie, but also a scfi-horror came barreling out. It was many black, with green highlights here and there, all while it glowed the same toxic green.
Batman covered his ears as a staticy scream of a train horn blew into the air. He watched as the black and green train flew over the missing tracks, creating icy new ones right under it. It was moving faster then the bullet train, almost as if it was weightless. Batman worried of what would happen when the trains inevitably crashed, but was surprised when the rail guard on the very front of the other train opened as if it was a mouth.
As the two train met, one sleek and new, the other terror inducing and old, the “mouth” of the ghostly train met the nose of the other and clamped down. A screeching filled the air as the once run away train was suddenly being pushed back. The glowing train never once stopping its tracks.
Batman could barely see into the other trains window, only making out a messy head of hair and the gleam of its conductors eyes- no goggles.
Soon though the trains pulled into the old station, and Batman was able to get in and turn the bullet train off as the other stayed, making sure no more runaway trains happened. He helped the victims of this mess off the train, and to medical attention as needed. A whistle soon caught his attention, and as Batman whipped his head around to the unknown train, he watched as the second cable cart opened and his colleagues fell out, unconscious, but unharmed looking.
Batman rushed to them, and as he did the train pulled out of the station. All too soon the train pulled out, and suddenly his coms were filled with his concerned children screaming about him going off line and is he okay.
Batman reassured his children as he checked over his colleagues, finding them as healthy as can be and only unconscious.
He grunted as he turned toward where the mystery train came from, his detective senses tingling.
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If u wanna interact and add on pls do lol.
I also might do art but idk so don’t count on it.
(p.s. I wrote this on my phone, so sorry for grammar mistakes)
(p.p.s. Idk rlly know how to tag stuff besides the basics lmao and ill probably still do a part 2… eventually)
I used to be haunted by demons but now I have train pattern bedsheets
