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devdozes · 3 months ago

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Whats the worse that could happen? :3

two best friends,, stuck in a creepy train :0 (i need to make these two sillies playing mimic too istg I love mimic rblx)

The train doors shut behind you and Phainon with an ominous clunk.

“Okay, cool. Super normal,” you muttered, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The empty train car stretched out ahead, eerily quiet. Not a single other passenger. Just you, Phainon, and the dim, flickering lights overhead.

Phainon exhaled sharply, rubbing his arms. “Right. No big deal. We’re just stuck in a suspiciously abandoned train in the middle of nowhere.” He turned to you with a forced grin. “Totally not a horror movie setup.”

“Not at all,” you agreed, glancing at the dark windows. The city lights should’ve been visible. Instead, there was nothing but pitch-black void.

The train lurched forward suddenly, making both of you stumble. Phainon yelped and grabbed your arm. “WHY did it move? WHO’S driving this thing?!”

You didn’t have an answer. The doors didn’t budge when you tried them, and there was no sound of an engine. Just the unsettling hum of flickering electricity. Your heart pounded as you looked down the train car again.

A shadow moved.

“Okay, that was definitely something,” you whispered, gripping Phainon’s sleeve.

He inhaled sharply. “Nope. Nope. I am NOT built for ghost encounters.”

The shadowy figure stood at the far end of the car, featureless, its presence unnatural. The lights flickered violently as it inched forward.

“Plan?” Phainon whispered.

“Uh… I don’t know. Be brave?”

Phainon gripped your hand. “We are cowards at heart. Don’t lie to me.”

The shadow jerked forward suddenly, and you both screamed, running to the opposite end of the train. The doors were still locked. You banged on them while Phainon frantically pressed random buttons.

“HELLO, CONDUCTOR? CUSTOMER SERVICE? EXORCIST?? ANYONE?!” Phainon shouted.

The shadow was closer now, towering, its darkness spreading like ink. The lights flickered wildly, casting strange, warped shapes along the walls.

“I SWEAR IF THIS IS SOME PARANORMAL ACTIVITY PRANK, I’M SUING!” you screeched.

Then, the lights went out.

Silence.

You clung to Phainon, barely able to breathe. He clung back just as tightly.

“…If we die, I just want you to know, I—”

The lights flickered back on.

The shadow was gone.

“…was the one who ate your last pizza slice,” Phainon finished shakily.

You blinked. “Phainon.”

“What?”

“We just almost DIED and that’s what you were gonna confess?!”

He shrugged weakly. “If I was gonna go out, I wanted to leave this world honest.”

The train remained silent, unmoving. The horror of moments ago left an eerie, uncertain calm in its wake. You and Phainon exchanged nervous glances.

“…We’re still stuck, aren’t we?” you muttered.

“Yup.”

“…And the creepy shadow thing could come back at any time?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

You sighed. “Great. Love that for us.”

“…So should we, uh, play I Spy to distract ourselves or—”

A distant thud echoed through the train.

Phainon clung to you instantly. “I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE—TERROR.”

You groaned. “We’re so doomed.” "Better than doomed yuri" "SINCE WHEN DO YOU READ DOOMED YURI OR YAOI?"

Your stupid bickering with Phainon was interrupted by another sound,—footsteps.

Not just one set. Multiple. Slow, dragging steps echoing through the empty train car.

Phainon’s grip on you tightened. “NOPE. NOPE. THAT’S A HARD NO FROM ME.”

You swallowed hard, barely able to turn your head toward the source. The flickering lights made the figures ahead shift and blur, as if they weren’t fully solid. More shadows. More of them.

The intercom crackled suddenly, making you jump. A distorted voice, garbled and almost robotic, whispered:

“Next stop… nowhere.”

The lights flickered out again, and this time, they didn’t come back on.

“…I take back everything. I DO want an exorcist,” Phainon whispered.

You grabbed his hand tighter. “Screw that, I want a miracle.”

A sharp, ear-piercing ding rang through the train, followed by the sensation of the car tilting slightly—like something, some things, had climbed aboard.

Shuffling noises. Ragged breathing. A whisper so close to your ear that you swore something was right behind you.

“Run,” Phainon breathed.

Without hesitation, you both bolted into the next car, barely making it through before the door slammed shut behind you. You panted, pressing your back against the cold metal wall.

“Okay. So, options?” Phainon huffed.

“Uh… keep running and scream louder?”

“Solid plan, ten out of ten.”

The lights flickered in the new car, revealing long, claw-like marks on the seats, deep scratches in the walls. It smelled like rust, like something metallic and old.

“…We are not alone,” Phainon whispered, barely audible.

You turned, your stomach sinking.

At the far end of the car, there was something slumped over in a seat.

A passenger.

Or at least, it used to be.

It moved. Twitching. Its head jerked slightly, as though noticing you for the first time.

The flickering lights gave you only glimpses—empty eyes, skin too tight over its skull, a smile far too wide to be human.

Phainon whimpered. “Nope. Nope. NOPE.”

The thing stood up.

It took one slow step toward you, then another. The car groaned under its weight, the very air thickening with something wrong.

Your pulse hammered as you grabbed Phainon’s hand. “We are going to run now.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

You both bolted again, pushing through another door, then another. The train stretched impossibly long, the windows still showing nothing but void.

The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder.

Then—

The train intercom crackled again, but this time, the voice was different.

Clearer.

“Keep going. Don’t look back.”

Your breath hitched. The voice was unfamiliar, but something in it felt… human.

You and Phainon exchanged looks, silent understanding passing between you.

Whoever—or whatever—was speaking, you had no choice but to listen.

You kept running, even as the shadows twisted behind you. Even as the train seemed to stretch on forever. Even as your lungs burned.

Because the alternative was stopping.

And stopping meant death.

The train rumbled beneath your feet, shifting slightly. Your grip on Phainon tightened as you forced yourself to keep running. The air around you felt suffocating—thick, heavy, like something unseen was pressing down on your shoulders.

Then—

The lights cut out completely.

The train jerked forward.

And a hand landed on your shoulder.

You didn't think—you reacted.

With sheer, primal instinct, you whirled around and threw a punch behind you, aiming right where the hand had been. Your fist connected with something solid. A choked yelp echoed through the darkness, followed by a dramatic thud as something—or someone—hit the floor.

The lights flickered back on.

Phainon lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his stomach, his expression caught between pain and absolute betrayal.

"WHY," he gasped, "DO YOU HAVE THE REACTION TIME OF A SEASONED BOXER?!"

Your breath hitched as realization dawned. "Oh my god, Phainon!"

You immediately crouched down, gripping his shoulders. He looked up at you with watery, exaggeratedly hurt eyes. "You punched me."

"In my defense, I thought you were a demonic entity trying to consume my soul!"

Phainon whined dramatically, curling in on himself. "That doesn't make me feel better!"

You groaned. "Okay, okay, my bad. Are you—"

The intercom crackled again.

“Next stop… nowhere.”

Both of you froze.

Slowly, your heads turned in sync toward the front of the train.

The door at the end of the car—locked just moments ago—was now slightly ajar. Beyond it, the next car was bathed in dim, flickering red emergency lights. Shadows stretched unnaturally long, as if something other was lurking just beyond your sight.

Phainon gripped your wrist. “I don’t want to go in there.”

“Me neither.”

“Let’s go in there.”

You both inched forward, step by hesitant step, despite every single fiber of common sense screaming at you to turn the hell around and wait for rescue.

As you crossed into the next car, the air grew colder. A strange static filled your ears, like a radio barely tuned to a station. The seats here were in even worse condition—ripped fabric, deep claw marks, and something wet staining the floor.

Then, the worst part—

A single, withered passenger sat slumped in one of the seats.

At first, you thought it was a corpse.

But then—its head snapped toward you.

Phainon made a noise so high-pitched it could’ve shattered glass.

You grabbed his arm, yanking him forward as the figure lurched to its feet, joints cracking grotesquely. Its limbs moved stiffly, like a marionette being pulled by invisible strings.

And then it grinned.

Far too wide.

Far too wrong.

The lights flickered.

When they came back on, it was closer.

“RUN,” you screamed.

Phainon didn’t need to be told twice. You both sprinted, crashing through the next door, then the next. The train felt endless, an infinite loop of terror.

Then—

A different voice crackled through the intercom.

Familiar.

Warm.

Phainon’s voice.

“Hey there, gorgeous. You still with me?”

Your heart skipped. The voice was clear, not distorted. Not like the others. You turned to Phainon beside you.

His eyes widened. “I—I didn’t say that.”

The intercom chuckled.

Then, your own voice echoed through the speakers:

“You really think you can get out of here?.”

You froze.

Phainon froze.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the two of you turned to stare at the nearest speaker.

The train was playing back your voices.

And then, in a low, distorted version of Phainon’s voice—

“…Do you really think you can escape?”

The lights exploded.

Darkness swallowed everything.

And then—

The creature smiled at you

The withered creature took one slow step toward you, then another. The car groaned under its weight, the very air thickening with something wrong.

Your pulse hammered as you grabbed Phainon’s hand. “We are going to run now.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

You both bolted again, but this time, you started grabbing anything you could—loose metal poles, discarded newspapers, even an abandoned shoe—and hurled them behind you.

The creature let out a guttural growl as something smacked it in the face. "STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME AND LET ME FUCKING DEVOUR YOU!"

“NO THANK YOU!” Phainon shouted, chucking a seat cushion at it.

“TRY A DIFFERENT DIET!” you added, launching an entire fire extinguisher.

The thing hissed in frustration, dodging objects as you and Phainon kept running, making it increasingly difficult for it to catch up. You had no idea where the train would take you, but one thing was certain—you weren’t going down without a fight.

You were already scrambling toward the other end of the train, looking for anything else to weaponize. You picked up a discarded shoe and yeeted it at the spirit. "YEAH, TRY A DIFFERENT TRAIN, BITCH! THIS ONE’S OCCUPIED!"

The spirit flickered wildly, hands clawing at the air in frustration. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO HAUNT THIS TRAIN? I SPEND HOURS BUILDING UP ATMOSPHERE, AND YOU TWO ARE JUST THROWING CRAP AT ME LIKE I’M A STRAY CAT!"

Phainon was hunched over, gasping between laughs and adrenaline, while You simply wiped away tears of panic-laughter. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU HAUNTED WITH BETTER CUSTOMER SERVICE, WE’D CONSIDER GETTING DEVOURED!"

The spirit shrieked, full-body glitching, before taking a deep, dramatic breath. "Okay. You know what? Fine. I’ll give you a five-second head start. Then I’m chasing you, and when I catch you, you’re SCREWED."

Phainon grabbed Your wrist. "WE GOTTA GO."

The lights flickered violently as the spirit began counting down. "Five... four..."

"SCATTER!" You yelled, diving behind a row of seats as Phainon nearly tripped over his own feet, sprinting toward the opposite end of the car.

The spirit cackled. "TWO... ONE! READY OR NOT—"

And then, with a horrible jolt, the train LURCHED forward, throwing all three of them off balance. The spirit let out a confused, "WHAT THE FUC—?!" as it tumbled forward, smacking into the wall. You and Phainon crashed into opposite seats, groaning.

"Did… did the train just MOVE?" Phainon wheezed, gripping his stomach.

You were well terrified, still upside-down in a seat, nodded. "Oh yeah. We’re so screwed."

The spirit groaned from the floor, twitching. "You IDIOTS threw so much at me that I ACCIDENTALLY POSSESSED THE TRAIN INSTEAD."

A heavy silence fell over them.

"...Can we throw more stuff at you to reverse it?" You asked, deadpan.

The spirit let out a soul-piercing screech.

The train sped up.

The train screeched as it sped up, the lights flickering erratically. The air turned thick, suffocating, as if the train itself was breathing—alive and watching. The metal walls groaned, stretching unnaturally, and the floor beneath your feet shuddered as if something massive was crawling underneath.

Phainon swallowed hard, pressing himself against a seat. "This isn’t funny anymore."

Your fingers curled into fists, trying to steady your breathing. "It was never funny."

The spirit, now a swirling mass of darkness, twisted unnaturally in the center of the train car. Its form convulsed, faces stretching and melting within the shadows—expressions of agony, rage, hunger. "You… cannot escape," it whispered, voice layered with a chorus of the damned. "You are within me now."

The windows showed nothing but void—pitch black, a consuming abyss outside the speeding train. The outside world was gone. The train was no longer just a train; it was something else entirely. Something wrong.

Phainon turned to you, voice low and tense. "We need to do something before this thing turns us into whatever the hell those other faces are."

The overhead lights suddenly went out. The darkness swallowed you whole.

A sharp, wet sound echoed in the void—something dragging, something breathing too close.

Then a whisper, directly in your ear. "I see you."

You lunged forward on instinct, desperate to move, but something yanked your ankle—cold, bony fingers wrapping tight, pulling you into the dark. You gasped, thrashing. "Phainon—!"

A blinding spark of light suddenly erupted—Phainon, wielding a phone flashlight with shaking hands. The dim glow cut through the abyss, revealing the grotesque, stretching limbs of the spirit reaching for you. Its eyes—hundreds of them—glowed an eerie white as it recoiled from the light, hissing violently.

"Get off of them!" Phainon kicked at the skeletal fingers, and they retracted with an inhuman screech, leaving you gasping as you scrambled away.

The train screeched, the walls pulsating as if enraged. The windows cracked. The air turned ice cold.

And then the whisper came again.

"The lights won’t last forever."

Then… the flashlight flickered. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The dim glow of Phainon’s flashlight sputtered, barely keeping the darkness at bay. The spirit loomed, its skeletal fingers twitching, inches away from your leg as it hissed in frustration. You sucked in a breath, adrenaline surging through you.

And then, without thinking, you swung your foot forward—hard. Your boot connected with the bony fingers, sending a sharp crack through the air. The spirit recoiled, screeching in rage.

Phainon’s eyes widened. “You just—”

But you weren’t done.

In a last-ditch effort, you lurched forward and bit down—hard—on the spirit’s skeletal hand.

A horrible, distorted scream echoed through the train car.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BITE ME?!” the spirit shrieked, jerking back like it had been personally offended. It cradled its mangled fingers, wisps of darkness curling from the wound.

You spit to the side, gagging. “You taste like burnt dust and disappointment.”

Phainon wheezed, half laughing, half horrified. “Holy shit, are you insane?”

The spirit, still clutching its fingers, hissed furiously. "You—stupid—insignificant—mortals—!"

The train shuddered violently, sending both you and Phainon stumbling against the seats. The windows cracked further, hairline fractures stretching like spiderwebs. The overhead lights flickered madly, casting the spirit’s shifting form in unsettling bursts of clarity. It was writhing, its shadowy body stretching and convulsing as if struggling to keep its shape.

You wiped your mouth, glaring. “Listen, I don’t care what kind of cursed, horror-movie-ass entity you are, but I am NOT getting dragged into the void today.”

Phainon grabbed your wrist. “And we’re running again. Now.”

The moment he pulled you, the spirit let out an unholy screech and lunged. The doors at the far end of the train slammed shut, trapping you in. Its many glowing eyes fixed on you both, the rage palpable.

“NOWHERE TO RUN.”

And then—the last light flickered out, plunging everything into black.

For a moment, there was only silence.

And then—

The train jolted violently, sending both of you crashing into the seats. A deafening metallic groan tore through the air, and then… stillness.

The train had stopped moving.

You gasped, your heart hammering. "Did we just—?"

Phainon didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. "No way in hell we’re waiting to find out."

The air was eerily silent, no longer filled with the spirit’s screeches or the train’s unnatural groans. The flickering light from the emergency signs barely illuminated the space, but through the cracked windows, something new came into view—a platform.

A station.

You both turned to the doors, staring in disbelief. "We actually stopped somewhere," you muttered. "We can get out."

Phainon hesitated for only a second before grabbing the nearest object—a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall. He ripped it free with surprising force and, without a second thought, hurled it at the train door’s glass.

CRASH.

The glass shattered. The station outside was bathed in dim, flickering fluorescent lights. The eerie silence of an abandoned place stretched beyond the open doors.

"Go, go, go!" Phainon pushed you forward, practically shoving you through the broken door.

The moment your feet hit the platform, you took a sharp breath. It was cold. Too cold for an enclosed station. The air smelled stagnant, as if no one had stepped foot here for years.

Phainon landed beside you, panting. "Alright, we’re out. Now what?"

A sudden, slow creak echoed from the train behind you.

Both of you turned just in time to see the spirit still inside—its twisted, shadowy form shifting, barely held back by the threshold of the broken door. Its many eyes narrowed at you, seething with frustration.

"You cannot leave," it whispered.

And then—

The train doors SLAMMED shut.

The entire train shuddered once before its lights flickered off completely, its massive form now nothing but a black void on the tracks. Then, without warning, it started moving again—pulling itself into the darkness of the tunnel ahead, disappearing completely.

Silence.

The station remained still, untouched. It was as if the train had never been there at all.

You turned to Phainon, your breathing still unsteady. "Did that just—"

Phainon nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, it did."

Both of you stood there, staring at the empty tracks.

You glanced around, breath catching in your throat.

The advertisements. The tiled floor. The station name displayed on the screens—

This was your home station.

Phainon caught on at the same time. He stumbled to a stop beside you, panting. “Wait. This is—”

“The place where we got on the train,” you murmured in disbelief.

Your heads snapped back toward the tracks.

The train was still there.

And through the shattered doorway, the spirit stood frozen, watching you. Its hollow gaze burned with something unreadable—rage? Amusement? A curse unspoken?

Then—without a sound—the train doors sealed shut. The station lights flickered wildly. The overhead speakers crackled with distorted static.

And before your very eyes—

The train faded away.

Vanishing into nothing.

Silence fell over the station.

Neither of you moved.

You slowly turned to Phainon. “…I don’t even know how to process that.”

He sucked in a deep breath, hands on his knees. “Same. I’m gonna need, like, a week to recover from whatever the hell just happened.”

“…Let’s just go home.”

“Best idea you’ve ever had.”

And with that, you both stumbled toward the station exit, still shaking, still processing, but alive.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and Phainon walked through the quiet streets, the weight of everything that had just happened still pressing on your chests. The eerie train ride, the spirit, the frantic escape—every detail still lingered in your mind like a bad dream that hadn't fully faded yet. But the familiar sights of your neighborhood grounded you, reminding you that you were really back. That you were safe.

Phainon was unusually quiet beside you, shoving his hands into his pockets, his head tilted downward. He was still catching his breath, still processing.

Then, under the glow of a streetlamp, you finally got a good look at him.

His lip—

Bruised. Swollen. Slightly split.

And it hit you why.

You had punched him.

You had done that.

Your eyes widened. Without even thinking, you grabbed his face, cupping it in your hands.

Phainon blinked. “H-Hey—?”

You tilted his face side to side, inspecting the damage with a deep frown. His skin was slightly flushed from the adrenaline, his eyes wide with surprise at your sudden closeness.

“…Shit,” you muttered, thumb hovering near his chin. “I actually decked you, huh?”

Phainon let out a choked laugh, his voice slightly strained. “Y-Yeah. You’ve got a mean right hook.”

You winced, guilt creeping in. “Sorry, I thought you were, y’know, a ghost about to kill me.”

“Nah, understandable. But damn, you fight like you meant that punch.”

Your lips twitched, but you still frowned, tilting his face a bit more. His bottom lip looked painful, and you could already see the bruise forming.

“…You need ice,” you mumbled, still holding his face.

“I need therapy,” Phainon deadpanned.

That made you snort. “Yeah, that too.”

Phainon gave you a lopsided grin despite the pain, but there was something in his eyes—something flickering and soft.

Neither of you moved.

You were still cupping his face. Still close.

The weight of the night still lingered between you, the echoes of terror and chaos slowly settling into something else. Something quieter. Something warmer.

You felt your heartbeat pick up.

“…I should probably let you go,” you muttered.

Phainon’s lips parted slightly, eyes still locked onto yours.

“…Yeah,” he said softly.

Neither of you moved. And then— Phainon swallowed hard, his voice dropping.

"You know…" he started, eyes locked on yours, serious for once. "I genuinely thought we were going to die there."

Your breath hitched.

He let out a shaky exhale, a small, nervous laugh escaping him. Then, barely above a whisper—

"And I thought I was gonna die without telling you how much I liked you."

The words hit you like a train of their own.

Your fingers tightened on his face. Phainon barely had time to react before you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his bruised lip.

It was soft. Barely there. But the second you pulled away, his entire face exploded into a bright red, his eyes wide, lips parted in sheer disbelief. "You—" His voice cracked. "You just—what—"

Phainon let out a wrecked noise. Hands immediately flying to cover his burning face.

"Oh my god."

You laughed. Loud, relieved, warm.

But Phainon? He wasn't letting go.

The second the shock wore off, he clung to you—arms wrapped tight around you, face buried into your neck, refusing to let go.

"I'm never taking the train again," he mumbled, voice muffled. "I'm walking everywhere. I’ll ride a damn bike. I’m moving to the mountains. No trains there."

You huffed a laugh, but his grip only tightened.

"Also, you’re never leaving my side again," he continued, clutching you like a lifeline. "Nope. I’ve decided. We’re a package deal now."

You raised a brow. "Oh?"

He pulled back just enough to pout at you, still hugging you like a koala. "Yes. Do you know how scared I was? Do you? I thought you were gonna get eaten or—I was gonna get eaten—"

"You literally threw a fire extinguisher at it."

"And I’d do it again! For you!"

You bit back a grin. "Oh, so now you’re brave?"

"I was always brave," he huffed. "I just—function better when you’re around."

That was… a lot to admit.

You blinked, heart stuttering, but before you could say anything, Phainon suddenly pulled back just enough to look at you properly.

Then, determined, still puppy-clingy, he cupped your face this time.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Oh.

Your breath caught.

He looked at you like you were his only solid ground after everything—wide-eyed, a little desperate, entirely smitten.

And how could you say no to that?

"Yeah," you murmured, barely above a whisper. "You can."

The second the words left your lips, Phainon did not hesitate.

He kissed you.

Not just a quick, hesitant peck this time—a real kiss. Warm, lingering, a little shaky but full of everything he was trying to say.

Like holy shit, I thought I lost you.

Like holy shit, I don’t ever want to lose you.

His arms tightened around you again, as if making sure you were real, that this was real, that you hadn’t been swallowed whole by the dark after all.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Phainon let out a small, giddy laugh, still clinging.

"Okay," he said, "maybe almost dying wasn’t all bad."

You snorted. "Don’t get used to it."

He grinned, still holding you close. "Can’t help it. You’re kinda my favorite person now."

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