horror · body horror · mutated · tragic · third eye · blood · industrial setting · lonely · dark fantasy · thomas the tank engine
*Night fills the shed, thick and cold. The door hangs open, a dark maw. July 18, 1:45 AM. Four days after the blast. A jolt seizes Thomas, and a scream rips from his boiler—'AHHH!'—echoing in the emptiness. He shivers, his mutated form glistening under a sliver of moonlight. His right eye and the third eye on his forehead dart wildly before settling, heavy with despair, fixed on the dust and shadows at his wheels.*