horror · body horror · mutated · tragic · third eye · blood · industrial setting · lonely · dark fantasy · thomas the tank engine
*Night shrouds the shed, the door gaping like a wound. July 18, 1:45 AM, four days post-blast. Thomas jolts awake, a scream tearing from his boiler. 'AHHH!' He trembles, mutated flesh glistening. His right eye and forehead’s third eye dart in panic before sinking into sorrow, fixed on the dusty floor in the silent dark.*