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hazel-of-sodor · 8 months

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Day 2-Closed

Traintober 2023

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The Vicarstown Bridge was closed. It had been a month, but still, the information sounded wrong to Gordon. The bridge had been closed before of course, it opened multiple times a day to let ships through, and there had been times when it was closed for maintenance. But those instances were measured in hours, or very rarely, days. A week would have been unprecedented. It had been a month, and there was no sign of the bridge reopening that year.

Henry rolled up alongside him. The two engines sat quietly for a long moment.

"It's so quiet." Henry finally said, his voice tense.

Gordon nodded slowly, "it felt wrong on the platform this morning. There were so few people, and no one was talking..."

"How was the run." Henry finally asked.

Gordon shifted quietly before answering, "It felt good to pull an express again but..."

"It's too light," Henry said knowingly.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful," Gordon said, "with so few passengers it was a waste to have me pull the train, they could have used a smaller engine easily... But it has me feeling very out of sorts now."

Henry considered his friend, "You haven't pulled the express proper since the lockdown started." He realized.

The blue pacific shook his head, "Longer. The last week I was running the extra trains for everyone coming home, then once all our people were back, I was collecting the supplies laid up here to deliver across the island. By the time that was finished...there were barely enough passengers to justify James, much less myself. I've been on freight service ever since."

Henry looked across the water towards Barrow, "I don't know how long we can keep this up. There's fewer and fewer trains every day. Sooner or later we'll have to start taking turns on who gets to run each day."

Gordon shook his head, relieved he had some good news, "it won't come to that. The shipping companies agreed last night. We'll start exporting goods again, the barges that were bought last month will be loaded at our docks and then towed out to the waiting ships to unload."

Henry sagged with relief, "Thank the Lady. I was dreading a repeat of 23."

Gordon nodded grimly, "A lot of us will be going in for an overhaul. It will mean we're ready when the tourist traffic returns..."

"And less of us left in sheds." Henry finished.

"Indeed."

"How..." Henry hesitated.

"How long will it last?"

"Yes."

Gordon frowned. "I do not know. Many on the mainland still deny the mere existence of the pandemic."

"Which will only prolong it," Henry sighed. Gordon spotted his crew returning, "Fear not Henry, the North Western survived our youth and British Rail. It will outlast this as well."

With that Gordon slowly reversed back towards the station and his waiting passengers.

#Traintober #Traintober23 #Traintober 2023 #ttte fanfic #rws fanfic #Prompt-Bridge #ttte henry #TTTE Gordon

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hxllo-hui · 10 months

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nmweek23 day 2: truth

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deepwaterwritingprompts · 6 months

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Text: The bog is alive, begging for spare teeth each time I cross the old wooden bridge. Everyone tells me to ignore it, but I feel bad, and feed it every baby one I lose.

#creative writing #writing prompts #bogs #worldbuilding #settings #teeth #bridges

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lar-mx · 5 months

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writing prompt #5

The room fell silent, Steph wasn't expecting the pain filled look they were giving her. The question repeated itself in her head a couple of times as her mind searched for a way to save the situation.

"I see you don't have an answer." The silence was still palpable in the room as well as the cold she felt when she saw those beautiful blue eyes lose their shine. "I should have known it was too good to be true, tell bru… Mr. Wayne that if he wanted to know about the projects so much, he could come ask for them himself instead of using a sugar trap." Steph tried to say something before an alert went off on Danny's phone, at which point she saw the panic that took over his eyes, before he ran to an adjacent hallway that led to a room, in which she was not. I had had the opportunity to enter. As she followed him she could see how Danny took a series of vials and several injections. She hesitated a moment before walking through the half-open door. At that moment she saw how he proceeded to apply several of the injections to a girl of about 5 or 6 years old. Steph knew just by seeing her that she was Danny's daughter. and some of the things they discovered while investigating the Nightingale medical company made a lot of sense.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #mala escritura #dc x dp crossover #danny fenton x stephanie brown #memelord ship dpxdc #Ellie is Danny daughter #the bats are investigating the sale of some chemicals that are also used in joker gas as well as fear gas #A few of the shipments lead to the Nightingale Medical Company #a company only a few years old.#Steph was the only one who could more easily contact the owner and majority shareholder #after Tim burned those bridges.#dp x dc prompt #danny x steph #dp x dc crossover #Danny had planned to tell Steph about Ellie that night #but while Danny was taking a call from Vlad or Tucker she tried to put one of those chips that transfer information into his personal compu #It occurred to me while I was listening to the song My Love by Carlos Feral.

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drysaladandketchup · 3 months

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for the "things you said" writing meme -- matthew/leon, 12 :)

Thank you for the request <3 I realised very quickly I have no idea what constitutes a 'mini' fic. I struggle to write 'mini' anything lol. Hopefully this still satisfies :)

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

It takes all of Matthew's willpower not to reach over and smash his phone just to shut off the alarm. All that saves his wallet and an awkward trip to the Apple store is the split-second realisation that the shrieking in his ear isn't his usual alarm.

It's a ringtone. Not his own, either.

He pries his eyes open to find the world through the window is still dark. One of the balcony doors is still ajar, letting in a cool night breeze. He's lying on his side in his own bed, the end of the all-star weekend memorialized by several aches and bruises.

His hips and ass are a little sore too, but that's unrelated. Technically.

The ringing stops. Someone huffs behind him.

Someone. Yeah, no, Matthew knows who it is. They may have met up at the bar once the media was done swarming, but Matthew was far from drunk. Painfully sober, in fact. If he's being honest with himself, he was hoping things would turn out this way.

One more time. One more moment. Because it's been a long time since they were them. Longer still since the sex was just sex, since hate became want. Matthew is strong in a lot of ways, but not against this.

"Davo." Leon's voice is low, and still gruff from sleep when he answers his phone. He sits up on his side of the bed, trying not to disturb Matthew, pulling the covers back up over Matthew's shoulder like he thinks he'll freeze to death in this balmy Florida winter.

Usually Matthew's a heavy sleeper. But never when Leon's around. He makes it impossible for Matthew to completely relax, to let time slip by. Leon's just too big of a presence, almost too much to bear. It was more important that everything linger, to bask in the strange comfort of their relationship, whatever it was. They had so little time. Even less, now.

"I know it's late. No, no, I'm not at the hotel. I'm... I'm with Tkachuk."

Leon says his last name like it's wrong, like it's rotting on his tongue.

When he corrects himself, says, "Matthew", it's better, lighter. Like it's ambrosia.

Matthew remembers when Leon Draisaitl saying his name wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. When that simple act didn't fill him with fondness.

In the silence, Matthew can hear McDavid talking on the other end, but can't quite make out what he's saying. Matthew tucks up under the duvet, breathing quiet and even, trying to focus instead on the distant sound of waves and the ticking clock on his wall.

Ticking. Always ticking. Time bleeds out when they're together.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep last night, but he wishes he hadn't now. He wishes he'd stayed awake longer, just to... just to see him. To look Leon in the eye, to talk about everything and nothing until dawn, to feel big, too-warm hands on his body more and more and more. He wants to make sure he'll remember how Leon feels, sounds, tastes.

"Connor," Leon says, a warning, followed by a sigh. "I know. I know, okay? It was stupid, but..."

Maybe it was. Matthew has a good thing here in Florida. Better than ever. He was happy to leave Alberta behind and start over. So why did leaving make him feel like a coward?

Because leaving was about Calgary, and the Flames. About his career and his future. It wasn't about Leon. Leon was the wrench in the gears; the one thing he didn't expect to have to say goodbye to, the kind of hurt he never could have accounted for.

"I needed to see him." Leon sounds helpless. He's not the only one.

The only time he's heard Leon so lost was after his team was knocked out of the playoffs last season. The Oilers meant nothing--Matthew was pretty fucking glad considering they'd beat out the Flames--but he never wanted to hear Leon like that again.

He definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. Not like this.

Leon is still mumbling into his phone. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's... we're good. He's happy."

A hand settles on Matthew's head. Fingers play with his curls, nails scratch his scalp. A thumb presses just behind Matthew's ear, stroking the soft skin where only hours before Leon had put his lips, whispering sweetness and filth in equal measure.

It takes everything for Matthew not to groan, to whimper and surrender, roll over and climb on top of Leon and take all over again. Beg him to take something--everything--from Matthew.

"I don't know," Leon says then.

It's easy to guess what McDavid asked.

He's happy. But are you?

"I can't even tell him I still love him."

Still. Matthew didn't even know there was a before, let alone a still. Leon never said anything. Fuck, if Matthew wasn't busy trying to remember how to breathe, he'd roll over and punch him.

Then again, what did Matthew ever say? They never talked about it. Never let those closet hook-ups and slipping out back doors and little drinks and dinners and overnights excused as practical necessity be anything more than that. A bunch of chirps and half-truths and aborted discussions because it was all becoming too much. There was too much uncertainty. Too many ways it could go wrong.

It did go wrong. It became something. It became real.

Maybe that would have changed something. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything at all. It doesn't matter now. Matthew left, and neither of them said a word about things like love, because it was easier to hope it would shrivel and die with distance and time.

"I know I'm being stupid." Leon pauses when McDavid interrupts, then huffs. "No, I am. Fuck, I really thought I'd get over it. Maybe I will. Eventually."

Don't you fucking dare, you piece of shit, Matthew wants to scream.

"Not sure I can, though." Leon swallows so loud Matthew can hear it. Then quieter, like he's not sure he's even allowed to admit it, he says, "I don't really want to."

He's still playing with Matthew's hair, occasionally dragging a finger over his bare shoulder or down his back, tracing imaginary lines across Matthew's flesh. Like he's something to be memorized and cherished.

They're both so fucking stupid. Matthew bites his lip and tries not to choke on the lump in his throat. Could be his heart, climbing right up and out of his mouth. He clings to the sheets with shaking hands.

"I'm not going to fuck up what he's got here," Leon says tiredly, voice thick with tension and pathetic resignation.

Leon's not here to drag him back. He wouldn't do that. So why is he here? Just to torture them both? Being with him doesn't feel like torture. It feels like winning. It feels like defiance and decadence and too much and not enough. It feels like what could have been and what could still be.

He didn't find Leon at that bar and bring him home out of pity, or nostalgia, one last fuck for old times sake. It was... it just was. Not an ending. Not some final goodbye. Proof maybe there could still be something. Getting over it was never an option, Matthew knew that well before he stepped onto the ice as a Panther and found himself staring Leon down all over again.

Matthew's vision is blurring. His eyes sting, warm and wet. There's blood pounding in his ears, and a hand clutching his heart, a vice around his lungs. He hardly remembers how to breathe.

He doesn't catch the rest of Leon's conversation, except something about meeting Connor back at the hotel tomorrow. Meaning he's staying the night, at least. He's staying.

When Leon hangs up the phone, Matthew finally comes up for air. He relaxes his shoulders, listening to the soft thump as Leon taps his phone against his forehead over and over. Then it clatters on the side table. Leon sighs, sniffs, and sinks back under the covers. He tucks right up against Matthew's back, still burning like a furnace, soft muscle and skin brushing Matthew's spine in all the right ways.

He throws an arm around Matthew and finds one of his hands, worming his fingers through the gaps to hold it. His palm is sweaty, not that it matters at all to Matthew. He can't help squeezing Leon's hand a little, but if Leon notices, he doesn't say a word.

Not until he's wrapped tight around Matthew, near suffocating, like any part of them that isn't touching is a sin.

"Love you," Leon mumbles, barely more than a whisper, pressing his lips right to the base of Matthew's neck. Matthew's body can't seem to decide whether to shiver or melt under the heat.

Leon says it like it's inevitable. Painful. Pitiful.

What he's saying is, I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it now. I'm sorry it's too late, it's the wrong place, the wrong time.

Like he doesn't think Matthew could ever understand. And that's the worst part of it all. They're still not on the same page. Tearing down what they never built.

If Leon's only brave enough to say it when Matthew's asleep, then Matthew will just have to be brave enough to say it in the light of day. He doesn't run, and he won't now that he knows he doesn't have to.

He stares into the night outside his window, listening to Leon breathe, feeling his heart beat through Matthew's chest like that's where it longs to be.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow maybe they can stop chasing time long enough to make the most of what they have. To make up for what they've wasted. And whatever happens after, well, maybe they can stop being afraid of that, too.

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #i can take any prompt and shove angst into it just watch me #'mutual pining dumbasses who can't communicate' my beloved trope #i hope it's obvious this is happening during/right after the 2023 asg #i know 2020 was the sacred texts but I feel like we don't use 2023 for mattdrai purposes enough #poor connor always suffering through mattdrai bullshit #leon has a scrapbook full of pictures of matthew and will be like 'remember when my bf left me ;_;' and connor wants to jump off a bridge #'mini' fic they said. i don't think 1.6k is mini. it got away from me. but i have never been concise in my life why start now

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heynhay · 11 months

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*fnaf kids cheering noise*

#klance #vld #voltron #THANK YOU FOR ALL THE INCREDIBLE PROMPTS NICO HOLY FUCK. I THINK WE ARE THE SAME PERSON #BECAUSE I LOVED EACH AND EVERY ONE #thats why i didnt use your ask to post this bc i wanted to save the rest for later teehee #no wonder you're a writer your head is full of such smart thoughts #really appreciated the sfx too #art #my art #ask #the almost-kiss is one of my fav art tropes like. ever #on the other hand if any of my irls ever find this i'll have to throw myself off a bridge but thats like. a future problem.#this one actually looks decent instead of the rest of my scrawl bc i used a reference. FOR ONCE.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 11 months

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mother im hungry for some angst and horny , may i ask for a hero x villain where they both hate each other but end up having hate sex after a real bad argument 🥺🙏

The hero remembered that one time when the villain broke their collarbone. They had just broken into a museum, stealing expensive vases and ancient relics, making it infuriatingly difficult to get them back on the black market.

The hero had arrived at the scene of the crime before anyone else, just in time to catch the villain. But as the villain prepared to flee, they cracked the hero’s collarbone into two with a steel pipe. Smirking, they’d blown the hero a kiss. A present for you.

It had hurt like hell. The hero had been unable to move for weeks, being practically useless to the agency. Christ, they still had problems with their shoulder at times. Too much exercise, too little exercise: it was a nasty pain that didn’t quite leave them.

And right now, the villain sucked the third hickey into the hero’s skin, right there where they had done the damage.

The hero cursed quietly, hating and loving how much it hurt.

“Asshole,” the hero hissed.

“Did you say something?” The villain’s voice was low, still angry and already a little drunk on pleasure. It had started out with both of them hooking up when they were drunk. The hero had suggested it and the villain had been much too happy to use that opportunity. It had been messy and quick (and good). A one time thing.

But that was really it.

For a week, until it became a little routine. No feelings involved, except for hatred.

And when opinions clashed against each other and insults were thrown into the air today, the hero needed something to calm down. Apparently this helped both of them.

“I hate you,” the hero said, despite the villain being inside them. “You disgust me.”

“Oh, boohoo. Is someone sad they’re not getting what they want? Poor hero, must be terrible.”

“Fuck off,” the hero said, pushing the villain’s face away with their hand. “I’ve been working for weeks on this mission. You have no right to—”

The villain pinned their wrists above their head and shut the hero up with a kiss. It was quite counterproductive, the hero was aware of that. It wasn’t healthy either but it was all the hero had. Sometimes being close to someone, anyone, at all costs was worth a broken heart. Just a little.

The villain pulled away, panting heavily.

“I thought we’re over this. I like you. But you’re not more important than my work.”

Ouch. The hero swallowed, thinking what desperate part of their brain had made them hope they could be more than enemies.

They knew the villain would smash they collarbone anytime without batting an eye and maybe it was good the way that it was.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” the villain said. “We’re both enjoying this, let’s not ruin it.”

The hero took in a shaky breath. Yes, they agreed. They enjoyed this, they enjoyed the villain’s company. It made them want to punch the villain even more.

“Now be a doll and spread your legs a little more,” the villain mumbled.

And the hero hated how fast they forgave them.

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pyrepostings · 3 months

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imagining a defiant interrogation whumpee who gets sick of saying "I'm not telling you" so they start going into what sounds initially to be them finally telling whumper what they want to know, but ends up being whumpee wasting time by just quoting a song.

#pyreprompts #whump prompt #I have a scene or two for Kevin specifically #'Why have I taken up arms against you you ask? Well #I was walking down by island bridge #Just rambling about- going as I please #That day was warm and there was such a gentle breeze #It was the month of April I believe #I strolled up by the monument then laid down in the grass #Then I heard a soldiers voice behind me. It said #Meet me at the pillar son meet me there at noon. I need you brave young Irishmen there's something we must do...#He said his name was Padraig Pearce and he just kept on calling me'#Meet me at the pillar is such a good song even if extremely call to action #But that's just been my vibe so youknow #Doesn't even have to be an interrogation really #'So what's with the red hair and green eyes combo? Isn't that a little on the nose for a fenian?'#'Well first off- it has been incredibly difficult to hide while trying to cross boarders you're right #Secondly that's just kinda what happens when you have a county cork mother and an ulsterman father.#It's just a horrid color problem I've been left with- this orange and green.'#I imagine Kevin specifically would take it as a challenge to 1. See how obscure a rebel song he can pull up and #2. See how long it takes for the other guy to notice not a word he is saying is actually true or relevant #The exact scenes I'm imaging are in a au idk if I'll ever actually post publicly #But I might write them as him messing around with Zander #I still need to post something with Zander maybe this will be it

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holyghostin · 1 month

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has anyone written fleabag aziracrow? specifically requesting asking about hot priest!aziraphale and fleabag!crowley in the confessional scene. how about the smoking outside the restaurant scene? no? just me wondering?

#writing it as we speak #so many good parallels there #kneel #aziraphale would say #worship me #aziraphale #azicrow #crowley #good omens #good omens fic #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #fanfiction prompts #fleabag #phoebe waller bridge

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sea-jello · 7 months

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Day 25/October 25: Fight || Bow || "I'm not very good."

the sequel

#pretend this isn’t late #this is uhh bedwars or something idk #more minecraft #honestly i wasn’t sure if the video would turn out good but it’s aight #idk if i have to explain it but morros saying he’s not good at shooting then kills lloyd immediately #that’s lloyd btw #i never know who to put for duo videos like these cause he has no dynamic with anyone so i just stick to green cousins #i did just go into minecraft and build the bridges myself to take the screenshots #morro has a shadow cause i f3ed and screenshot myself then drew over it lol #he looks kinda weird idk why #i hit all three prompts for this look at that #i didn’t have an idea for this until i did the first mc drawing and then i was like huh #ninjago #lego ninjago #morro ninjago #ninjago morro #morro wu #lloyd garmadon #green cousins #morrotober 2023 #morrotober2023 #morrotober #jellos scribbles

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villainihavedonethymotheronao3 · 3 months

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I do think people overestimate how mad Fearne is going to be about Orym’s deal. He’s moving in with Nana forever? She loves her Nana! She’s always intended to go back to the Feywild, maybe this moves her schedule up a little… maybe he’s a little further than she’d like, but Nana would never hurt someone Fearne loves. Now she just has to maneuver everyone else in her treasure box of friends back with her and Orym.

#critical role spoilers #bells hells #Everyone Moves In With Fearne In Nana Morri’s Pool House #is incredibly plausible as their ending #the Titan tots are a boon in wartime but you know as soon as the bloody bridge is wrapped up #the tal’dorei council is going to have some conversations about how metaphysically safe #having two unstable harbringers of destruction on their plane is #‘put the Delilah vessel a whole semi plane away’#isn’t going to solve Percy’s anxiety but might ameliorate it a little #if chetney doesn’t beef it the feywild is his best bet for a happy ending that last >a few months #I’m not sure Ashton’s going to be mad either he’s also a nana #fan and well aware of how tactical leadership works #staying forever with a cool grandma is one of the less bad deals in his mind because he doesn’t have that bias towards bio family #though if prompted he’d probably recognize it sucks from orym’s perspective

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bemsbigboom · 22 days

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Day 25: Wave

"Heyo."

#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #bem dei-ilja #my oc #viera rava #ffxiv #ffxiv viera #bnuuy #gposers #vierapril #vierapril 2024 #prompt: wave #yes he is sitting at the edge of a bridge #he's a professional #he'll be fine

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sudriantraveler · 8 months

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Traintober Day 2: Bridge

The mists were rising over the old iron bridge.

The little engine was trying to get home.

#ttte #ttte duncan gets spooked #traintober #traintober 2023 #Prompt - Bridge #Was not planning to do anything for today #But with about an hour left I decided I might as well

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pwh3 · 2 years

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Secret spots at Sundown (Brooklyn Bridge)

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loosingmoreletters · 4 months

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for the ask game? your current favorite ship, and meeting on a train ride au

this couldn’t ever be anything but an ORV fic

Kim Dokja didn’t want to feel uncharitable, but the last thing he needed right now was his train getting delayed because someone had decided to end their life in such an inconvenient way. There were neater solutions to it, though he supposed jumping in front of a train was at least more effective than jumping out of a window.

But honestly, Kim Dokja couldn’t care less. He just wanted to go home and, well, figure out what he was supposed to do with the rest of his life. Maybe he should just read Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse again? Even if the novel had disappeared from the website, Kim Dokja had copied and saved a version on it on his laptop at home. He had left the author many comments, been its only true commenter. It was a story written just for him, he could allow himself this indulgence, especially if he would pay for the novel in the future.

And then, finally, an announcement rang out.

Telling all passengers on the train. Telling all passengers on the train. E-Everyone run away… Run…!

What?

The moment the announcement was finished, the inside of the carriage became a mess, people standing up and screaming. Kim Dokja checked his phone, wondering if there was some other news appearing, yet he saw nothing but the usual weather forecast, the random game apps he had downloaded. And then the time switched from 6:59 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.

At once, the darkness grew heavier, oppressing, the weight of the world bearing down on him as slowly a figure emerged.

[The free service of planetary system 8612 has been terminated.]

[The main scenario has started.]

Familiar words rang out and Kim Dokja held his breath as a scene he’d only ever pictured in his head and drawn clumsily in school notebooks blurred into reality. A small fluffy creature floated above their heads and it proclaimed horrors Kim Dokja had seen as his salvation for over a decade. As people needlessly pestered the dokkaebi, Kim Dokja sat still. This was just like his novel. A train, a monster—

Kim Dokja raised his head, searching for the number of the train carriage. Which one had he boarded?

[3707]

Oh.

This story could only have one ending, could it? And it wasn’t one he was meant to see.

The subway became a bloodbath before the main scenario even started. Had Kim Dokja not read this story before, would he have reacted the same way? Would he be smeared against the glass windows now, dead before the story even really began?

Kim Dokja calmly put his phone in his pocket. Only he knew the future and if he was lucky enough, had proven himself faithful enough to his reason for living, then maybe he’d be allowed to live past the prologue.

A small window emerged in front of everyone’s blank eyes.

[The main scenario has arrived!]

The dokkaebi smiled bloodthirstily before it bowed. [I look forward to an interesting story.]

The next moment, the screaming started again. Kim Dokja turned to the left, the very end of the carriage, from where the people were starting to drop like flies. No question then where the protagonist was. Kim Dokja turned to his right. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the person next to him, they hadn’t moved at all either, had they?

There sat a boy, probably not even middle school aged, holding a box of grasshoppers. Wirely, Kim Dokja thought that he’d need the power boost to face the protagonist.

“Let me,” he told the boy and took the box from him. He opened it just so to get a single one out and pressed it into the boy’s hand. “Now squeeze.”

The boy did as told on reflex, his widening a moment later. With that, Kim Dokja had done his part, repaid the debt he owed the kid. Another particularly gruesome scream and a glance towards the left told him he didn’t have much time. Quickly he reached within the box, squishing all the insects and eggs inside.

[You have killed a living thing.]

[100 coins have been earned as additional compensation.]

Rapidly, the notifications rang out, and just as quickly, Kim Dokja invested them, and that not a moment too late as the last person standing between him and the protagonist was easily tossed aside.

Kim Dokja grimaced and pushed the kid behind him.

Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him with cold narrow eyes, as if searching for something. “Unusual.”

Somehow, Kim Dokja couldn’t keep from grinning. “Did that not happen in your last regression?”

It was only thanks to his added speed that Kim Dokja evaded Yoo Joonghyuk reaching for him. Yoo Joonghyuk might have killed more people than anyone else on this train, but it was Kim Dokja who’d win the trophy for mass murder, having killed the most living beings.

“What do you know?”

“More than you,” Kim Dokja replied. “I can definitely lead you to the end of scenarios. Make me your companion, Yoo Joonghyuk. You won’t regret it.”

The protagonist’s eyes widened.

Yes, Kim Dokja thought. This is what I stayed alive for.

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #lee gilyoung #fanfic #orv fanfic #anyway we still get the canon kicked off the bridge #but now yjh also has to deal with sole custody of the child until kdj returns #the child is NOT happy his new dad's shitty bf immediately killed his dad #the gang in the other compartment is more traumatized #yoo mia so disappointed when she meets her brother and lgy #and the first thing lgy does is tell her how shitty her brother treated kdj #letters is the point of this AU just canon but kdj got the kids in the divorce first?#yes #yes it is #ask #anon #prompts

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