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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

BUMP!

BANG!

What was that? That-

CLANK!

Was the train...what were those sounds? They sounded like they we-

RIIIIIP!

It was dark. Graham’s mind was swimming, and he couldn’t recall why it was dark. It was hidden under too much fog. The dots kept on their beautiful dance on the ceiling. They were always just out sight, but he felt he could almost reach them if he only tried hard enough. It was while chasing the dots that Graham noticed it. Something that did not belong on Earth, let alone this tram, was on the ceiling. It...Graham’s vision started to return to it’s normal state. Was it a bone? Or a saw?

As if to confirm the boy’s guess, the THING started to move. Started to rip through the metal like it wasn’t even there. Then it disappeared.

Oh thank Zeus it was gon-

A horrible sound flooded his ears, wailing on his poor ear drums. Metal being ripped like paper. That shouldn’t happen. Metal’s not meant to do that. Then it fell. Just a ball of metal. The ceiling, or at least a chunk of it, was now just a ball of metal. Graham closed his eyes. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to see it. If it was going to slaughter them all, at least he could try to pass out or something. Surely he had some kind of trauma he could give in to? Right?

[color=f7976a]"So...who should I eat first, hm? Humans taste so much like Pork...I wonder if I could make bacon out of all of you?"[/color]

And there it was. Compared to pig-based foodstuffs for the second time in...hell, minutes. He didn’t want to look. He was trying so hard not to look, begging his brain to just shut off for a few.

[color=f6989d]"So, anyone else think we've seen entirely too many horrifying monsters today?"[/color]

Kitty’s voice. It sounded like she was talking to him. Don’t look. Just. Don’t. Look.

So of course, one eye slit open. Then another. And then his eyes went wide with horror. The thing in front of him… and the OTHER thing...it was too much.

[color=fdc68a]“OH, COME ON!”[/color] He shouted in exasperation. 

[color=fdc68a]”YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING ME. ANOTHER ONE?!”[/color] 

His voice, almost quite teetering on the edge of hysteria, but not quite. More like the edge of the edge of hysteria. He wasn’t sure if he was going mad or had already been there. What he did know was he was done. Stick a fork in me. 

There was no way he was getting up. He couldn't outrun anything, let alone a creature from the deepest depths of nope. And even if he could, where would he go? Running right into the gullet of the other monstrosity? No thank you. 

He begged his brain again to let him pass out.

It refused.

Asshole brain.

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