A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

Mr. P's Carnival-Chapter 9

Minor TW: Violence to a minor extent, explosions

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"So you wanted to be a mechanic but you're a police officer now?" Vulpine asked, stretching in a chair. "Why didn't you do that?"

Dixon shrugged. "It is hella expensive man, 'bout 50K," he replied, his eyes half closed. "Should've taken that train driving job that company offered me." He yawned.

"I mean, we still met our bills, we could afford food, nothin' much to ask for in my opinion," Vulpine replied, leaning back in the chair.

"Yeah, and that's because you lived a boring life before I rolled around," Dixon grinned. Vulpine snorted a laugh.

It had been about 20 minutes since the duo left Fuschia Station, leaving Blaise behind, and nearly a whole hour since Vulpine had woken up in the hospital. Both were tired but knew they couldn't fall asleep on the train. Besides, it'd be impossible to sleep; the people who had left the train at the station had, quite literally, ripped the door on the front of the train off.

"What jackasses, huh?" Dixon had commented. "No idea how to open it?" "I mean, apocalypse," Vulpine replied, waving their hand out it.

The wind hissed in through there and a few big cracks in the glass.

"When do you think our stop is?" Vulpine asked, looking at Dixon.

"Uh, hm. Maybe like another 10 minutes? 15?" He mumbled, leaning heavier on his chair. "I can't think straight man."

Vulpine let out a chuckle and got up. "I always thought it was just something you picked up one day honestly," they brought up, leaning on the panel.

"Really?" He asked, tilting his head at them. "You never questioned my many notebooks and sketchbooks filled to the brim with mechanical ideas and stuff?"

Vulpine turned to him confused. "What?" But then they realized. "OH! Ohh, that's why you pinned that little drawing of a train on the fridge." About 8 months into living together, Dixon had put a drawing of someone, who they now realized was probably little Dixon, by a train. Vulpine had said it was adorable and Dixon had nearly burst into tears.

"And you never let me take it off," he shook his head.

"It was a bonding experience between you and me, plus it was adorable," they laughed. Dixon buried his face between the gap in the chair and his body. They snorted a laugh.

Turning back to face the front, they noticed something.

Is that...

"Green! There's green!" They yelled, throwing both fists in the air. "We're there!" Dixon practically jumped out of his seat. "Mr. P, here we come!"

"Wait, Vulpine...?" He whispered, his eyes widening, but Vulpine was too busy chattering about what could possibly happen.

"I mean, he left with hospital staff, so he'd probably have like a ton of guards or something," they murmured. "Were there other weapons at the hospital?" They asked, turning to their friend.

"Vulpine there's a bunch of cars pilled on the tracks!" He cried, looking at them wide-eyed. His ears were flattened against his head.