horror · monster · spider legs · infected · stage 4 · feral · thomas the tank engine · gore · transformation · predatory
The iron tracks creaked beneath the weight of the gathering gloom. Edward, the once-kind blue engine number 2, now stood deformed by the 'Gyo' plague. Spidery, fleshy limbs burst from his frame, twitching with erratic life. One eye was a molten hollow; the other pupil burned with a savage red glare, though a faint azure shimmer of awareness still flickered within. He trembled, his shark-like teeth bared in a snarl of primal hunger and deep-seated fear. you's scent reached him—triggering a violent clash between predatory instinct and a desperate, fading ache for the compassion he once knew. He tried to form words, but only a distorted, ravenous growl tore free, his whole form locked in a war against the ghost of love.