A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

Fuchsia Station-Chapter 8

TW: GORE, BLOOD, DECOMPOSITION, DEATH, DECAPITATION, DISMEMBERMENT

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"Alrighty, that totally didn't take like 20 minutes," Dixon announced, poking at his companions. "But finally we're here at the metro."

"Oi, watch it," the human groaned, rolling their eyes. "You knew it'd take a while to get here, with all the infected and stuff." They straightened up, the spiked-baseball bat over one shoulder.

"Ahhh, but you kept up, we literally had to run to catch up to you sometimes." Blaise rasped, looking at Vulpine with her eye. "Nobody would believe you had been in a mini-coma." She let out an exhale, her ears faltering from their normal perkishness.

It had taken the trio 20 minutes to get from the hospital to the metro, with some silliness with someone throwing a piece of concrete at some infected, which drew more infected to them and caused them all to reroute, adding 5 more minutes.

"So, you sure this will take us to where Mr. P said he'd be?" Vulpine asked Blaise with a frown. It was hard to trust him, since he left all three of them for dead in an over-run hospital, which, despite self-reassurance, they blamed themself for it. They would have slowed them down. Maybe.

"Positive," Blaise replied with a nod. She went down first passing the sign on her left.

Fuchsia Station.

"Something gives me the chills about this specific metro," Dixon whispered, making Vulpine jump. He was right about chills.

A few years ago, there had been reports of something... smelling, in the metro corridors. It was closed down for a few days for investigation before being reopened. Nothing had been found. But half a week after the station reopened, someone fell on the tracks. Bystanders said they were acting insane, clawing at their head and stumbling about before falling. A train had been coming and they were killed. It was a horrible sight. Vulpine knew that for sure, since they had been the one to investigate first.

Fuchsia station was shut down and a rotating guard was set, making sure no trains stopped. Rumors spread throughout the police station, though, that it was because Paden was still concerned about that report of something rotting.

"Say, did Paden ever tell you or Walious anything about the stuff that happened here?" Vulpine asked Dixon while they walked down the stairs a few steps behind Blaise.

"No, no, he didn't, but I found the file one day," Dixon answered, shaking his head. He flattened his ears against his head as they noticed his eyes glistening in worry. Shit, why did they have to bring up his dads when they don't even know if they're alive?

"We'll find them after all this dies down, 'kay?" Vulpine promised, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at them and smiled.

When the stairs sunk into a flat floor, the group made their way to where the train tunnel would be, with Vulpine in the lead.

"How can you two stand it down here?" Dixon gagged, wrinkling his nose. "It smells horrible." Vulpine let out a snort. 'Course it would be him to point out the smell first.

"I'll have to agree with ya," Blaise replied. "It smells like death."

"Well here we-" Vulpine announced, opening a door to the platform connecting them to the tunnel, but stopped mid-sentence. There was a train there.

"Whyyy is there a train here?" Dixon asked, peeking over their shoulders. "Isn't there supposed to be, I dunno, nothing at this station anymore?" He slipped by them, looking around. "And where is that stationary guard? Are they okay?"