The Real Slim Mugman (sample)

The Real Slim Mugman (sample)

This may offend some :)

Honestly, someone should have beat me to this...if you want a full version, please, spread this weird mess, reblog like, anything to support it! Hopefully I can do more parodies!

In memory of the Mugman army glitch.

May I have your attention please?

May I have your attention please?

Will the real Slim Mugman please stand up?

I repeat, will the real Slim Mugman please stand up?

We're gonna have a problem here.

Ya'll act like you've never seen a cup person before

Jaws all on the floor like Ribby and Croaks just burst through the door

Started spittin' out flies more than before, then doin' a Garnet

And fusing into a slot machine (huh?!)

It's the return of the-

Oh, wait, you're kidding.

He didn't just say what I think he did...did he?

And Goopy Le Grande said...

NOTHING YOU IDIOTS, GOOPY LE GRANDE'S DEAD!

(so that's what that grave meant!)

Feminist women love Cuphead

Chicka, Chicka, Chicka

Mugman should be freakin' dead

Look at them!

Walkin' around

Pointing his you-know-what

Sippin' his you-know-who

(Yeah, but he's so cute, though!)

So I probably have a couple of chips up in my head loose

But they're no worse than what's goin on in King Dice's bedroom

And sometimes, I just wanna go and vent for an hour but can't 

But it's cool for Blind Specter to f*ck a flower

My straw is on your lips

My straw is on your lips

And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little sip

And that's the message that we deliver to gamer kids

And expect them not to know what "extreme pollination" is

Of course they're gonna know what flower porn is by the time they hit Sally's stage

They got Deviantart, don't they?

We ain't nothin but magical

Well

Some of us are mystical gorgon mermaids that made a million gamers moan

But if we can f*ck a flower and a gorgon though

Then there's no reason that the Devil and a die can't elope

But if you think like me, I got the antidote

When you make her curtains close

Ya'll just sing the song

And it goes

"I'm Slim Mugman, 

Yes, I'm the real Mugman

All you other Slim Mugmen

Are no longer canon

So won't the real Mugman please stand up?

Please stand up?

Please stand up?

Cause, I'm Slim Mugman, 

Yes, I'm the real Mugman

All you other Slim Mugmen

Are no longer canon

So won't the real Mugman please stand up?

Please stand up?

Please stand up?"

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

And you as well, princess! May your holiday and New Year be prosperous and full of merriment! 😌

Sending some love to my followers, as well as some lovely people this holiday season!

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Danganronpa: Quest For Hope!

Available on AO3!

Start from the beginning! https://anonymous-hopeful.tumblr.com/post/168895738213/danganronpa-quest-for-hope

Chapter Five: True Love's Kiss

Welcome Back! Continue Game?

*YES                NO

Let's go!

...................................

Congratulations! The love witch TERUTERU HANAMURA and his companion NEKOMARU NIDAI HAVE JOINED YOUR PARTY! Do a victory dance!

NEW ATTACK: Passion Charm!

(Just a taste of this passion fruit parfait can make an enemy quiver with desire...the desire to be destroyed that is...)

NEW ATTACK: JUST DO IT!!

(Nekomaru loves to encourage others to do their best! This attack helps restore some Hope Power!)

NEW MINI QUEST: True Love's Kiss!

(Months ago, a lost Kiyotaka Ishimaru found his way into the Hanamura Diner. Unbeknownst to him, the chef, or even the chef's companion, the food was enchanted! Thankfully, Teruteru knows how to find his true love! Hopefully, he won't be too upset...)

Start Mini-Quest?

*Yes             No

loading.........

TERUTERU: Miss Sonia? I couldn't help but notice the unconcious boy in Chihiro's arms...

CHIHIRO: He's....a bit heavy....

NEKOMARU: ALLOW ME!!

Nekomaru takes Kiyotaka in his arms.

TERUTERU: Since he is a vessel, I don't believe he'd be useful to us in this current state.

"Ooh, are you suggesting we find his you-know-who?"

GENOCIDER: I'm allll for it! I may even get a kiss of my own....

BYAKUYA: Don't hold your breath...

TERUTERU: That's exactly my notion. Besides, we may even meet more vessels.

"This is something we can't refuse! Monomi, Chihiro, are your trackers ready?"

MONOMI: Awlways!

CHIHIRO: I'm activating mine now!

"Alrighty then! Teru, lead the way!"

You are now Teruteru Hanamura

Your witch senses tell you to go into the woods, so you and the party leave the diner and travel around in what feels like endless circles.

BYAKUYA: Do you even know where you're going?

"Yes, after all, my senses don't lie, love. It's just that our hero is moving a bit too fast, which in this situation, isn't good."

NEKOMARU: Hey, Chihiro and Monomi, could you check those monitors?

CHIHIRO: He's right...every so often a dot pops up, but as soon as it appears, it goes away.

MONOMI: And whenevwr I feel new hope, it fizzwles away.

SONIA:Truly, a problem!

GENOCIDER: Hey, what's that?

You and your party seemed to have come across a vendor's booth. On the counter is a note that says, "Gotta get supples, return soon~DO".

BYAKUYA: Well, what do you know? Someone's actually trying to scratch up a few hope shards in these conditions.

"I wonder what they sell...".

SONIA: Maybe homemade trinkets and knick-knacks?

GENOCIDER: Or maybe some sort of weaponry?

NEKOMARU: I SAY WE SHOULD STICK AROUND AND WAIT FOR THEIR RETURN!!

"I was thinking the same, Neko."

CHIHIRO: But...what if he's dangerous?

BYAKUYA: I doubt someone with malicious intent would leave a sign with their handwriting and a clue to their name.

You and your party decide to wait by the stand.....minutes pass....then an hour...eventually, everyone falls asleep. While the party is asleep, someone in a dark cloak appears.

???: Hmm? I was gone fer that long, huh?

They make their way to the back of the booth.

???: Well, I ain't makin' nothin' like this.

They proceed to whip out a large metal pan and a wooden spoon, and bang the two together tirelessly.

CLANGCLANGCLANGCLAGCLANGCLANGCLANG

???: RISE AN' SHINE, SLEEPIES!

Everyone, except Kiyotaka, wakes up in shock.

NEKOMARU: AHHHHHHHHHH!

???: Glad ta see yer all awake. Except fer that guy. Wha's with 'im?

"He...may or not be enchanted..."

???: Damn.

CHIHIRO: Are you the owner of this booth?

???: Yeah. Had ta make money somehow.

BYAKUYA: If you don't mind my asking, what is your..."business"?

???: Well, fer a few hope shards, I can answer some questions!

BYAKUYA: .......

CHIHIRO: ........

GENOCIDER:........

SONIA:.........

MONAMI: ........

"............"

NEKOMARU: THAT WAS THE BEST THING YOU COULD THINK OF?!

???: It seemed smarter at th' time...

BYAKUYA: I'm not wasting my time on this imbecile.

SONIA: Wait! He just might know something! How much does each question cost?

???: Depends. Th' more personal, th' higher th' cost.

Sonia: We have 150 hope shards. Might as well give it a shot.

IT'S QUESTION TIME! WHO'S ASKING FIRST?

*Nekomaru

You

Genocider

Byakuya

Chihiro

Monomi

Sonia

NEKOMARU: WHO ARE YOU?!

???: I was expectin' that one.

They remove the hood of their cloak to reveal a stylish black pompodour and milky white skin adorned with  a mischevious smile.

???: Name's DAIYA OOWADA. Nice ta meecha!

-5 Hope Shards

WHO'S NEXT?

Nekomaru

*You

Genocider

Byakuya

Chihiro

Monomi

Sonia

"What did you do in Hoposelic before the attack?"

DAIYA: I used ta be th' leader of this biker gang, but now I do embroidery an' monogramin' for em.

Daiya shows off a jacket he was working on.

He does embroidery and monogramming  and this what he chose...

-8 Hope Shards

NEXT!!

Nekomaru

You

*Genocider

Byakuya

Chihiro

Monomi

Sonia

GENOCIDER: Who leads your bosozokus now, and is he hot???

DAIYA: My lil' bro runs it now. As fer 'is attractivness, well, he get's it from me, but he's already crushin' hard on someone.

GENOCIDER: Whatever...I still have my blonde bombshell♡

BYAKUYA: I'm uncomfortable...

-13 Hope Shards

MOVING DOWN THE LINE!

Nekomaru

You

Genocider

*Byakuya

Chihiro

Monomi

Sonia

BYAKUYA: Just who was he crushing on?

DAIYA: Like hell if I knew. He never told me much...probably knew I'd try ta embarrass 'im. All I knew was that it was a guy that even in armor had a fine ass.

"Sounds nice...and sexy....".

-6 Hope Shards

TIME FOR ANOTHER QUESTION!

Nekomaru

You

Genocider

Byakuya

*Chihiro

Monomi

Sonia

CHIHIRO: How much did your brother love him?

DAIYA: Hell, he was head-over-heels for 'im! Like that song; he's the tear in 'is heart!

SONIA: I'M ALIVE, HE'S THE TEAR IN....heh...

-4 Hope Shards

ANOTHER GO-ROUND!

Nekomaru

You

Genocider

Byakuya

Chihiro

*Monomi

Sonia

MONAMI: Whewre is he now?

DAIYA: Somewhere in th' woods lookin' for 'im. I heard he went missin an'....wait a minute....that kid in yer arms...ain't he-

SONIA: Kiyotaka Ishimaru, youngest member of the Royal Guard. He was accidentally enchanted.

DAIYA: Man, lil' bro fell for knight? This'll be interestin'!

SONIA: Could you momentarily stop from scamming us and help us find your brother?

DAIYA: Yeah, sure. I gotta confront 'im about this on'.

Without hesitation, Daiya began leading the group. As he took you and your party through the woods, he began to say random things on his mind.

DAIYA: I'm pretty sure lil bro ain't noticed that our names are a pun.

DAIYA:.......hehe...

DAIYA: I got that one song stuck in my head...the on' about Barbie an' them...

DAIYA: I'm a Barbie Girl.

DAIYA: In a Barbie woorld....

DAIYA: ..........nyeh.

DAIYA: I ain't surprised lil' bro's got a thing fer guys. It probably runs in th' family or somethin'. First time my gang had a party ta celebrate th' anniversary, we got so drunk, we started makin' out wit' each other. Most of us even-

Before Daiya could finish, the loud roar of a motorcycle was heard in the distance.

DAIYA: There he is!

The rider slowed as he approached your party. After seeing Daiya, he reluctantly stopped and got off.

DAIYA: LADIES AN' GENTLEMEN, MONDO OOOOOOOOOWADA!!!!

MONDO: Th' hell are ya doin?

DAIYA: Helpin' return lost items.

NEKOMARU: BEHOLD!!!!!!

Nekomaru shows Mondo Kiyotaka's body.

MONDO: Wha...?

"I apologise, Mondo. I experienced a flux in power and accidentally enchanted Kiyotaka."

MONDO: You did WHAT?

CHIHIRO: BUT H-HE CAN BE SAVED!

MONDO: YA BETTER TELL ME HOW!

GENOCIDER: All you have to do is give your baby a nice little kiss on his lips.

MONDO: Ya....ya mean like true love's kiss an'....

Mondo begins to blush.

BYAKUYA: Please hurry and get this done and over with? It's becoming awkward.

MONOMI: Oh, pwease. You just can't handwle feewlings!

BYAKUYA:......

SONIA: Well?

BYAKUYA: My name is Byakuya Togami.

DAIYA: We'll deal with you later. Mondo, don't tell me yer havin' a hard time.

MONDO: What if...

CHIHIRO: What if?

MONDO: What if I ain't his true love?

"Oh, trust me, I know he loves you for a fact. I'm only the love witch after all<3"

MONDO: A'ight, I  got that.

Mondo starts to lean in...

He hesitates a moment, then places his lips upon Kiyotaka's....

An astonishing pink light washes over the area. When it clears...

KIYOTAKA: uhm...ah...

MONDO: Kiyo?

KIYOTAKA: Yes...?

MONDO: Heh...Ya really like me huh?

KIYOTAKA: Yes...why does come as a surprise, Mondo?

MONDO: I uh...always thought ya'd see me as this troublemaker and a bad guy and-

KIYOTAKA: Mondo! You should not doubt me so much! I do have morals and a code, but I also have feelings.

CHIHIRO: Unlike someone...

BYAKUYA: My name is-

MONOMI: Mondo, Daiya, Kiyo! You must joiwn us!

SONIA: Ah, I just remembered! I'm gathering vessels of hope to fight the despair sisters!

BYAKUYA: That explains why I'm here...

"It's also why I'm controlling myself..."

KIYOTAKA: As a member of the Royal Guard, I am all for working to protect the kingdom!

MONDO: Yeah, I guess I could do a vigilante thing...

DAIYA: Eh, I dunno. After all, I do got a business ta run...

ALL: YOU MAKE PEOPLE PAY YOU TO ANSWER QUESTIONS!

SONIA: Speaking of that, hand it over!

DAIYA: Aw....

+36 HOPE SHARDS

DAIYA: Since I ain't got nothin', I might as well join ya, Queenie!

NEKOMARU: ALRIGHT! THREE NEW MEMBERS!!

SONIA: We sure are covering a lot of ground!

"Despair won't win against us!"

Save Game?

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The Soul Society (Chapter Two: And We Shall Ride Forevermore)

First chapter is here:https://anonymous-hopeful.tumblr.com/post/168367064353/the-soul-society-chapter-one-snow-melts-with

Elder Kettle sat alone in his room, his cane tapping the floor. Once the members of the society had left for the brief recess, he had checked on the young sippy cups laying asleep in their cribs. Both Cuphead and Mugman hadn't awoken during Chill E.'s storytelling, thank goodness, and after a quick kiss and a fixing of the covers, he left the young to their rest. The kettle smiled fondly; he remembered that it wasn't too long ago when the stork had left the babies at his doorstep. In fact, it was a few months after the casino was built. There was no doubt in the elder's mind that during that time when everything felt dark and despaired, the two innocent babies wrapped in swaddling cloths had just brought him all of the joy in the world. As he reminesed on that fateful day, a knocking on the door had interrupted his thoughts.

Sighing, Elder Kettle eased up from his rocking chair and made his way to the door, finding himself surprised when he saw the Blind Spectre on the other side.

"Spectre? Don't ya have somethin' ta do with the Phantom Express?", Elder Kettle asked, displaying a look of concern.

"Yes...well, um...I should but...I just...wanted to look...at the babies.". Spectre explained, a nervousness in his voice.

Elder Kettle thought for a moment. Spectre, as he now is, was an optimistic, charming young lad, especially when he was human, despite his total blindness and speech impediment. Ever since what...happened...however, he was gifted with vision in his afterlife, and from then he had spent his free time seeing everything he had missed in Inkwell Isle. Giving a gentle smile, Elder Kettle had let Spectre in, and allowed him to see the sippy cups.

Grinning wide, Spectre opened up his eyes, or rather, his hands, to see the little ones.

"Oh...they're adorable...I wish they...were awake...so then I could...hold them.", Spectre said, a genuine happiness in his voice.

Elder Kettle nodded, agreeing with the spirit. "You still haven't told me why you had to look at the boys so urgently.".

"Um...well...I can...see...into the future!", he proclaimed, before adding, "I see those two saving us all...no more debts...".

This had piqued Elder Kettle's interest. "Really, now? Well, what exactly didja see?".

The Blind Spectre tapped his chin. "I can't...describe it well...I think they destroyed them...but I'm not sure why...or how they...got them in...the first place.".

Before Elder Kettle could respond, the grandfather clock in the living room had rung, signalling the end of the recess...

Even though they were often called by nicknames (T-Bone, the blind lad, and simply the twins), they did indeed have real names. Yes, not many would know, but the men who worked the Inkwell Express were originally from somewhere else on the globe, a place that didn't have the astounding magics of Inkwell Isle, but where the people spoke eloquently with a rich and fluttering accent that made the poorest of pesants sound regal. The one called T-Bone, the oldest member of the Express crew, had the name Thomas Hardwick. He himself had spent majority of his life in the fancy magic-void place, making a living as an engineer.

The twins, slightly older than the blind lad, but only by a few years, were Billy and Bobby Blayzon. They certainly were an interesting duo; styled their hair the same, always finished each other's sentences, never separated from one another. Thomas had found them trying to sleep in one of the train's freight cars one night in a blustering winter, the only thing keepng them warm being their ragged overalls and a single piece of cloth barely large enough to cover one brother. When confronted, they had told their story; their mother would terrorize them, beating their bodies since they could breathe. Without a father to protect them, the boys suffered until one day, when they had stowed away enough supplies, they had escaped, and hadn't looked back since then. The young teens begged the older man to let them stay, and Thomas, feeling pity, would teach them how the locomotive worked, having them do a job in exchange for a home, and at the slight expense of Thomas, cash.

The blind lad would not come into the picture until many years later. While the lad was a teenager, the twins were in their twenties, and Thomas was almost fifty-eight. A group of people were loading into the train to travel to far destinations; for some, it was work, for othera, it was school or home. One fateful day, the lad had boarded the bus. Even though he hadn't a stick or a dog, Thomas could tell he was blind. His eyes were a haunting shade of blue, and they'd loll about carelessly, never focusing on one thing. Somehow, the lad had managed to make his way on, find an empty seat, and crack open a book without any assistance. Feeling the need to talk to the boy, Thomas made his way over to him and sat down.

"Are ya new here?"

"Hm?", the lad answered, his head turning to the sound of the older man's voice.

"Are ya new? I ain't seen the likes of ya here before."

"What a thick accent...are you from...the countryside?"

Thomas looked at him, confused.

"Uh-"

"Sorry...Random question... I'm new here, yes...It was rather easy ...navigating my way, however.... I told mother... I'd be fine by... myself, after all, I did graduate ...Nottingham's School for the Impaired... with top honors, and... even my assistant says... that I'm more ...than able to get around.... without trouble. I just use... my hands as eyes,... they work just as ...well, if not better... that actual eyes.".

The blind lad chuckled before continuing.

"My name is... Emery Spectre, my apologies... for not mentioning sooner. I've been told ...I have a high level of... brain power. One day, I hope... to be the first blind person... to operate a locomotive...ambitious, huh?".

Thomas grinned, though he knew Emery couldn't see him.

"Well, if yer interested, I happen ta be the conductor of this here train.".

Emery was quiet for a moment, before replying, "I will most... definitely consider.".

The years had passed, and every day Emery could be spotted on the train.

"Do you think boss will-", Bobby began.

"Let Emery work train?" Billy finished, looking at Thomas with bright eyes.

This would eventually work, and Thomas was going to implore that Emery work with them, when one day, the blind lad had came to the train exclaiming that he was invited to work a train on a remote island, and that Thomas, Billy, and Bobby should come as well. Against better judgement, the three agreed, and all were on the next ferry to Inkwell Isle.

Now, Thomas, Bobby and Billy, and Emery were known as some of the few humanfolk on the Isle, and conductors of the magical Inkwell Express, who was a sentient being itself.

"Look's like we're nearin' the second part of the Isle, Head.", Thomas warned.

Nodding in response, the Head of the Train prepared to brake, coming to a slow and squeaky stop.

"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good.", the Head stated, taking a look at its brakes.

"Seems like we'll have ta cut this run short...Emery, could ya ask someone on the Isle ta warn everyone about the Devil?", Thomas inquired.

"Sure, of course...I'll be back soon!", Emery replied, getting off the train to travel around the carnival around them.

Who would be the best to spread the word around this part of the Isle? Grim and Wally could fly, but Grim had a stuttering problem, sort of like he did, and Wally refused to leave his nest for anything. That left Djimmi, Beppi, and the Baroness. Emery stopped to think a bit. Who was the most mature and efficient? Actually, that didn't take much thought. Now, Emery was making his way to the Baroness' castle.

The huge thing growled at him with a mean grimace as he stood in front of it.

"Pardon me, but...I have news for ...the Baroness, and I ...mean no harm.", Emery stated calmly, soon after hearing the clicking of high heels down stairs.

"Aha! I thought that was your sweet voice, lad! Please excuse my castle; he isn't used to the sight of you yet, as you barely come by! Tell me, what news do you have?", the Baroness inquired, quite merrily.

"I regret to ...inform you that ...the Devil's Casino ...is up and running. We on the ...Inkwell Express had ...come to warn everyone ...on this part of the Isle ...and the next, however... the Express isn't ...at it's peak performance. I implore you ...to tell everyone ...on this part ...of the Isle.", Emery answered.

"Oh my! I shall! I shall, and right away, too! Sir Waffington! Gather the other members of the court! We have a mission to fulfill!", Baroness von Bon Bon cried out as she went back into the castle. A moment later, she came back out to say,

"Tell Rumor that I said hello, and come back soon, sweetheart!".

Emery gave a nod and a smile as he went back to the Express.

"I told the Baroness... and she promised to ...spread the word. Will we be ...able to make a ...stop at the... first part of ...the Isle?", Emery asked, a twist of excitement in his voice.

"Ye know the train ain't working right. Why do you-!"

Thomas yelped as the train came to another squeaking halt. Immediately, he looked to the twins, who's hands were grasping the brake.

"He wants to see flower...", Bobby whistled.

"Ya know...Cagney.", Billy finished with a snicker.

Thomas rolled his eyes. Emery was an exemplary man, but there was absolutely no way Thomas could make sense of the whole...flower thing...maybe he was still getting used to the Isle, or all the weird magic, which he was also getting used to, but at the moment, he never thought about falling in love with any odd being, more or less falling in love with a flower, and a male flower at that, yet here he was, and there went Emery, into the forest to find the carnation he was so fond of.

"Cagney? Cagney...? This forest was...always difficult to...navigate...", Emery sighed, before a familiar voice (and an unfamiliar voice) caught his attention.

"Ya wouldn't believe it, Cags! That's the fifth time today one of us has been plucked from the ground! The punk lady didn't even ask or check if he was alright! She just turned around and gave him to her friend, like a gift! I'm tellin' ya, Cags, the vegetation of Inkwell Isle barely get any pod-pickin' respect! More so the flowers! Plucked from the dirt and made into bouquets and decor! One day I oughta-".

"Calm down, Dave, you don't want to loose your petals again! Though I agree with you completely! We must establish our dominance, not just in the forest, but in the rest of the isle! Extreme pollination, total domination!".

"Haha, yes! This is why yer the flower's flower, Cags! Extreme pollination, total domination, that's what you say! If only! One day, at least...humph.".

Nervous, Emery turned toward the voices. He had taken a step, than another, before managing to step on a rather loud...something.

"Wha?! Who is it this time?!", the small, angry flower grumbled.

"Emery? Oh my, how much of that conversation did you hear...?", Cagney chuckled nervously.

"All the same...you and your plan...I'm terribly sorry ...for your friend.", Emery replied.

"Ah, save it. Yer lucky ya only stepped on a branch. Dang humans, ruinin' the welfare...", the flower muttered, stomping away.

"You'll have to pardon my friend, David Daysie, he isn't as open-minded about humans as others.", Cagney apologised.

"Oh, no, it's not...an issue, I just...wanted to talk with...you before we...on the Inkwell Express...head back.", the other proclaimed.

" Oh, you're too kind! Nice to have someone, a human, who understands the pain that flowers are subjected to. If only there were more like you.", Cagney sighed.

Emery had inched forward, his hands in front of him, until he felt Cagney's soft petals. Remembering again the structure of Cagney's face, Emery cupped his lower petals and kissed the flower on his forehead.

"There are more, you'll see...". Emery sighed.

"Heh...humans understanding us? Never...Inkwell Express, huh?"

A while later, Emery had returned to the train.

"Thank goodness. We gotta be headin' back now, the trains getting more wonky.", Thomas warned.

"Uh oh...let's hurry back...", Emery concurred.

"I can handle this last ride back!", the head of the train claimed, as he began to work his way down the track.

The first moments for the ride back were fine, and the head was having no problem. After rounding a turn however, the head, as well as the crew, noticed that something was wrong.

"Hey, shouldn't we be slowing down?", Thomas asked as the train accelerated more.

"Well, yes, but...I'm not slowing down for some reason. Last time we checked, I thought it was the engine that wasn't workin!," Head exclaimed.

"Billy? Bobby?", Thomas inquired.

"Don't look at us!", Bobby cried.

"We didn't break anything!", Billy added.

Thomas nodded. "Well, then, if the brakes aren't working, I guess...hey, where's that lever?".

The crew looked at the control panel, nearly jumping in horror at the reveal of no manual brake lever.

"Yikes! We've been sabotoged!", Thomas cried out in fear.

"What? What are we...to do?", Emery asked, shaken.

"I...um, well, we can't jump, so...", Thomas replied, looking over at the others.

"Huh? No, you aren't...", Billy gasped.

"...saying what we think?", Bobby whimpered.

"We're in a runaway train, going who knows how fast...I don't know what to do!", Thomas panicked.

"Wait! I'll keep us going until we can come to a safe stop. We aren't giving up yet!", the head yelled.

"Head, I applaud ya, but this train is going to crash! Yeah, we'll keep going, but what about those mountains, or the amusement park? We have to accept that we're not making it out of here. There's no way.", Thomas sighed.

"But I could save you all at least! I don't want ya dead! Not on my watch! Couldn't I try?", the head pleaded.

"Head...listen when I say this...crash the train.". Thomas ordered.

"But...but...", Emery stuttered.

"Wait! Couldn't we-", Bobby chimed, before being cut off with Thomas yelling, with tears bursting out of his eyes,

"JUST CRASH THE DAMN TRAIN!!"

and the head silently agreeing...

The thunderous crash was heard throughout the Isle. Nearly, no, everybody knew what had happened. The wreckage was an atrocity, for when the train had collided with the side of the mountain in the third part of the Isle, there was a slight outbreak of fire fueled by the train's tinder. The head was busted and dented, just barely hanging by a shoestring. The others...practically crushed, even charred.

"A train wreck? How awful...King Dice?"

"Why, yes, boss?"

"Let's see if we can't get some free souls.".

King Dice, dressed dapper and stylish as always, walked out to the wreckage. In the side of the mountain, near the casino, lay the busted train. Scowling, the die surveyed the area, seeing if there was anyone on the train to deal with. He had peeked inside one of the passenger cars of the locomotive, cringing when he saw the bloodied and broken bodies inside. Shaking his head, he looked around a bit more, spying the Head of the train crying weakly though busted beams.

"Rough day, eh pal?", King Dice inquired, his best expression of sorrow on his face.

Gradually, the Head looked over at the die, not able to muster a word.

"I don't blame you. It's not everyday something like this happens. I never rode the Express myself, but I've heard good news about it. I mean, twins, a blind lad, and a conductor from a foriegn land running a train? Amazing, in itself. If only there was a way to, I don't know, bring it all back? To continue riding on?.", Dice hinted, a smirk making its way to his face.

The Head didn't speak, more...coughed, but King Dice continued on nonetheless.

"I can't bring them back from the dead, per se, however, I could them, and the train an afterlife! Train for the dead! How about that? Instead of the Inkwell Express, it could be the uh...Phantom Express! Yes, the Phantom Express. How does that sound?', King Dice asked the Head.

"...y.....ye...yes....", the Head uttered.

"Well, it won't take much. All you'd have to do is sign a soul contract. It's a fair deal; I make your friends undead train conductors, you sign the souls over to me and my boss, and hand them over when it's time. We got a deal?", Dice implored with a sleazy look about him.

With the wave of his hand, a contract appeared, a blank line waiting to be signed.

"All ya gotta do is say yes."...