Jubilee Line

and I might as well be non-existent.

". . . . . . . ."

The train moved for a very long time, the repetitive sound and the gentle up and down of the vehicle eventually putting Wilbur into a deep sleep. He didn't know how long he was out, but it must have been hours, maybe even days later when the train halted to a sudden stop and Wilbur was jolted awake. He looked up, finding himself sprawled on a bus seat, half expecting to find himself lying in a cave.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and accidentally bumping his head on the wall beside him. He winced and looked around, adjusting his crooked glasses. He was still on the train, but instead of the windows overlooking darkness, outside shone a strange unnatural light coloured a pinkish red.

Wilbur crossed his legs beneath him and waited patiently for the train to keep moving.

. . .

It never did.

. . .

He got up from his seat and walked towards the train doors, which once again opened as soon as he got near.

Wilbur hesitated in the entranceway, looking out over the new environment.

It looked like an average train platform, except that the entire room had an eerie reddish glow. In the back of the train station were two rooms, with stairs leading up, and in the middle, a cavity in the floor with stairs leading down.

Putting his hands in his pockets and still looking left and right, Wilbur stepped off of the train and into the suddenly cold atmosphere, instantly shivering. The air was musty and old, and it smelled like mould and cold metal.

And as Wilbur was once again wrapping his coat around himself, a single man stepped out from inside of one of the rooms and walked up to the train. Will narrowed his eyes at the strange man, but he froze when he realized who it was.

It was him.

Yet, different somehow. He looked exactly like Wilbur, but his skin was pale grey and glowing, with his shaggy hair a darker grey than his skin. He wore a bunchy thick sweater the colour of dead yellow roses, and a desaturated burgundy toque. His eyes were pure white and pupilless, yet looked kind and shy, and as he passed Wilbur, he gave him a small sheepish smile.

Wilbur masked his confusion and panic with a hard glare as the strange creature walked by, looking mildly confused and offended that Wilbur didn't smile back. The glowing man hurriedly stepped onto the train as the doors slammed shut behind him.

"No!" Wilbur tried to yell, but no sound came out; his voice shattering from not being used. He ran with the train as it started to move and bashed at the doors, "Don't leave me here!" He screamed and ran until a wall stopped him from running any further. The rest of the train zoomed past him in a blur, ruffling his hair and cape in the wind that it created.

Wilbur watched helplessly as the train disappeared down the dark tunnel, and he leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

"Oh, that's interesting." Said a gravelly voice. Wilbur whirled around in a sudden fright and spotted a man slouching against the back wall with a bottle of wine in one hand. "I didn't expect you to die so soon."

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