Traintober: Day 8 "Bird"

Traintober: Day 8 "Bird"

"They say I waddle"

[Western Region Docks, United Kingdom]

"Oi, Monty where's the eggs?" 1437 ventured. 5741 let out a long sigh, "Terrence if this about my waddle then I don't wish to hear anymore." but 'Terrence' rallied again. "No, I mean, there were a few trucks of eggs on your line that I was meant to arrange." He clarified.

"Don't know Terrence, I just got back from the coaling stage." Just then a low whistle sounded out as 517 came in with a small mixed goods. "Afternoon Montague, Terrence." She whistled to the pair. "Hey Matilda, have you seen some trucks of eggs by chance." Terrence asked.

"Mhm."

"Where-"

"A few hours ago."

Terrence grumbled to himself as his face produced a long frown, Matilda only continued to smile.

"Not entirely helpful." Montague replied.

"The truth isn't entirely helpful." Matilda replied in kind.

"The Great Western Way would beg to differ," Terrence retorted, but Matilda merely smirked and said, "The Great Western Way ALSO admonishes failures that could have been avoided. I think losing your train in such conditions would be highly avoidable."

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Sprites and backgrounds by PrincessMuffins, CJTheCreator, tsDra90n, Amelheronemus.

Inspiration wasn't really there for this, sorry.

Traintober: Day 5 "Its Only Me"

"Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[Killdane Ironworks & Smelting Company, East Sodor, 10:PM]

It was getting late by the time Damien's work was nearly finished. His last assignment for the day was to move some flatbeds into some sidings in the large smelting shed, alongside the blast furnaces.

He rolled past the rotting engines and wagons as he made his way through the large shed. They had now taken on something of an uncanny feeling.

Damien could hear noises all around, but he was never sure where exactly some of them were coming from. Normally this would be little cause for worry, he was in an ironworks, loud noises came with the territory, but not all of those noises sounded as if they came from snorting machines.

It was only himself now in the building, so where were they coming from?

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Sprites and Background by PrincessMuffins, Amelheronemus, Crimson Caden, etc. [I have only reskinned some stuff]

Happy Traintober!

Rando FNAF AU FazFact:

FazFact 1: The Current Location’s Management had to reverse Mike’s firing after it was revealed that a third party was involved in The Animatronics' tampering they had accidentally sent the slip to the wrong location.

Beautiful story, interesting to see Emily sticking up for Diesel, don't believe I've seen this storyline before.

"...are we supposed to care?" this sent me.

Keep up the great work.

TrainTober 2023: Devious

"Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't"

A storm raged fiercely out in the morning dawn.

Many engines were gathered at the Big Sheds. Emily, who was still new to the Island, sat center-stage atop the Turntable, listening to the commotion around her.

"Everyone," she spoke pointedly, "We have a serious problem. Diesel is going to be scrapped."

The Sheds fell quiet. Too quiet. An uncomfortable, deafening silence hang in the air.

"Well?"

"...are we supposed to care?" someone murmured meekly. Emily shot a glare into the crowd of engines.

"Is this railway not a safe haven engines of all creed?"

"I wasn't aware Diesel had a creed," someone grumbled. There were faint murmurs of agreement among the crowd.

"Diesel has come back to our Island multiple times over the years!" Emily continued, "He's proved himself a hard worker, and that he's dedicated to giving his all for each and everyone of us. Most of all, he's proven, time and again, that he's a changed engine!"

"But not exactly a good engine, has he?"

Emily blinked, turning towards the familiar presence of a Great Western Pannier Tank sitting at the far corner of the Shed.

"Sure, he's changed," Duck grimaced, "We all have, but that doesn't change anything about the lies he told about us -- about me."

"This isn't about you, Duck. A fellow engine is in need of help, and--"

"--Your 'fellow engine' spread nothing but lies and deceit when he first came here," The Pannier scolded, "You are more than welcome to greet him with open buffers, but understand that I won't."

"No one said you had to." Came an oily voice.

The engines jumped as a crack of lightning danced across the horizon, revealing a dark boxy figure looming at the shed entrance. With a coughing wheeze, Diesel crept into the shed, looking exhausted.

"Don't mind me," he coughed, "Had to sort out a late arrival from the storm. What were you all talking about?"

The other engines didn't reply.

"I see," Diesel sighed, "You found out too, didn't you."

Duck and Emily glanced to one another, unsure of whether to say anything.

"Well, if you want me to say my piece," said Diesel, "Here it is: So be it. I've lived a fair life. If they're going to call my number, they'll call my number and get it done with. But..."

An oily grin, worn-out yet wily as ever, formed on Diesel's lips. Duck scowled at the sight of the devious look in his eyes, bringing back bad memories for the Great Western Engine.

"Let's just say, you all have more than enough incentive to keep me around."

The uproar was ferocious. Engines whistled and yelled, many cursing out the oily wreck standing at the shed entrance until it was silence by a Great Western whistle. Duck eyed the other engines, her gaze on them as stern as it was on Diesel.

"What sort of incentive?"

Diesel chuckled. "Oh, a little parting gift. You'd be surprised, but for all the time I've spent on your railway, I've been privy to some of the most interesting of tales. Tales I'm sure many of you would love to keep out of the public eye."

"Are You Blackmailing Us?!" Gordon spluttered.

"I'd call it more of a barter, really," Diesel smirked, "In exchange for my silence, and the destruction of any and evidence I have of such scandalous encounters that would besmirch quite a few fellow famous engines, all I ask in return is a place on this wonderful railway."

The engines huddled together, conversing quietly over whether Diesel could be trusted to keep his word. At last, Emily spoke up.

"We would be more than happy to have you with us," she answered.

"Excellent, I'll let--"

"--Provided you keep your word." put in Duck.

"Of course," said Diesel smugly.

"That means no lying, no tricks, and definitely no talking to the Troublesome Trucks."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good," Duck replied, and she looked out to the horizon. "Storm's clearing up. I best be off. I shouldn't keep Alice & Mirabell waiting."

Duck set off out of the shed, only to be stopped by the cough of a devious diesel.

"One more thing," he grinned, "I assume there will be a deputation with the Fat Controller, to let him know where the engines stand on the matter, yes?"

"--Diesel is a hard-worker. He's dedicated beyond a doubt, and more than willing to put others before himself. He's Responsibly, Reliable and Really Useful. And most of all, he's..."

The Fat Controller stared. "He's...what, Duck?"

Duck coughed, feeling herself gag a little at the thought of her next words. "He's a better shunter than me, Sir."

The Great Western Engine stared as the Fat Controller fought to compose himself.

"Is everything alright, Sir?"

"Of course, Duck," he smiled, "It's just... did you and the others not know I was already intending to purchase Diesel from the Other Railway?"

can you tell us more about your mike :>

He briefly worked as a cashier for a Gas N Sip not too far from his current place of employment, but was fired due to an incident with a shoplifter. Not long afterwards he was hired to work The Nightshift.

He has red hair and hates long walks on the beach.

Also there’s this wicked scar on his head-

Welcome to Freddy’s. . .

So. . I’ve began crafting a FNAF AU. Feel free to send in asks.