(yeah no i'm scrapping this entire idea it feels like filler... also sorry about your eyes)
Suddenly, a sobbing, feminine voice over the intercom. “I’m so sorry, everyone.”
Repeat The Cycle Again.
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The subwayhh never gets old. The NOTHINGAAAAA drowned out by the soft humming of the trainhhh against the tracks… No voicessss in my head to botherhhh me…
it’s one of the rare times I can find peace…h and forget what… I’m… about to— then, so much deja vu, I almost faint.
I’ve been here before. I’ve done this before. The train crashed.
I’m alive? I shouldn’t be.
Azure. He must know what’s happening, right?
I get up, and out of my seat. The train is shaking. It’s hard to balance.
And then, I start to slowly walk towards the front of the train.
There’s nobody on this train. It’s so quiet.
Suddenly, I see shadows on the floor, coming from the back of the train. They move and sway about, all going towards the front of the train, like they have some kind of end goal. Now that I look at it better, They all look like humans… no, more like… Spectrals? Some shadows pool at my feet. It’s like they want something from me.
A hand comes out from the shadow, and clutches onto my ankle. It starts to pull. I try to shake it off, to no avail. It’s like it’s trying to pull me into the ground. I start to scream.
“I CAN’T GET IT OFF. WHY CAN’T I GET IT OFF?”
It grasps my other leg with its other hand. It pulls harder.
“IS THIS WHERE IT ENDS?”
It feels as if I'm sinking into the floor. It’s a horrible feeling.
I can’t do anything now. I’m fully motionless.
I guess this is how it ends.
*the scales tip in azure’s favor*
I finally wake up.
Wait, where did everyone go..? Maybe they all got to their stop?
All the lights are off. The train is still moving, though… “Crimson, are we there yet?” I ask.
No response. He was right next to me… Where did he go? I enjoyed his company… I get up, and start to look for him. The cramped train coupled with the flickering lights… I’m scared. I need someone. I don’t want to be alone… “Crimson?” I ask into the distance. Yet again, no response.
Then, I see him, limp on the floor.
I rush over to him.
“Hey, hey! Crimson, are you there? Are you alive? Hello??” I say, almost sobbing. “We were supposed to do this together, remember???” I’m sobbing now. “Remember? Please wake up…”
Suddenly, a crying voice over the intercom. “I’m so sorry, everyone.”
Repeat The Cycle Again.