Fangle - A broken fox

A night to remember

Didn't have a cover photo so have a meme of F.Foxy being scared by a cucumber 😂

Foxys pov

We rattled around as the boxcar went over a switch, we had already been in this damm car for over an hour, we had snook a peak outside and it had luckily been clear so we had all left our crates. The car was illuminated by the setting sun over the horizon, the smooth, evening air drifting through holes in the box cars side, brushing over my fur.

After we had searched around for a while we had discovered that Me, Mangle, Bonnie, Mari and Goldy were all in this one. Henry has already warned us that Springtrap was in the consist but he had been put in the closest car to the engines. We were even able to stick our heads out of the car, we could tell we were in a normal train and had been added somewhere near the front as if you looked behind there were several tankers and flatcars, several grain hoppers and another engine at the back. Our respective boxcars had the Fazbears symbol of Freddys face, we already knew that the Toys and the rest of the Originals were one behind us as me and Toy Bonnie has waved at each other as it seemed we had all had the same idea, though after I nearly got dismembered by a signal gantry we subconsciously decided to keep our heads inside the cars.

"How long do you think we'll be on the move" Bonnie questioned, his voice box now functioning correctly as Mari had given him a new face out of the spares we had brought from the warehouse.

"It'll be maybe a day yet" Mari sighed, looking at her confused she decided to elaborate, though briefly, "it's a long way"

24 hours later

??? Pov

I was peering over the rail yard as we welcomed in another 3 trains to every 1 gone, soon running out of tracks and with our only operational MP15DC switcher running backwards and forwards with boxcars and tankers, hoppers and flatcars.

"Jerry, do you have that coal consist assembled yet" Tom called down the radio beside me, calling to the switchers engineer via radio,

"Nearly there, gotta get these hoppers out yet" the crackled response came back, Tom sighed before acknowledging his response with a "copied, out" and setting down his radio.

"We need to get those switchers replaced" he groaned, the other day the two other switchers that worked the yard had tried to pull the same train from different ends, shitting up their engines and snapping multiple knuckles, leading the two engineers to be fired and the switchers to be sent to a repair yard a bit south of here.

"Did ya hear what's coming in later" I questioned, turning to Tom

"What" he grunted in his usual manner

"Do ya know that restaurant chain, Freddy Fazbears" I asked as there wasn't any point telling him otherwise,

"Aye, used to love that place" he grinned, perking up a bit.

"Well they're moving all their stock here, should be coming in soon" I nodded

"What's hauling it" Tom quizzed,

"Gimme a second" I requested as I flipped through the manifest, finding them under train 983, "they should be being brought in by a leading EMD SD80ACE and a helping EMD SD40-2"

"Short train then" he questioned

"Nah, they have 11 cars on registered to them in here, and that's excluding the other 54" I informed him

"How come its underpowered" he enquired

"They had to stop halfway as the leading box cars door came open and the stop damaged the head ends air brake" I sighed, they didn't even bother to maintain the equipment let alone the engines themselves at this point. Suddenly the radio crackled into life.

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday" the urgent voice came in, the whole of the tower went silent and all ears pricked up and were now listening to the transmission, the mayday, a call of distress only to be used in emergencies,

"This can't be good" Tom groaned,

"Requesting a through-line, my airbrakes have failed, coming down the grade, the dynamics have packed in, I repeat, I have no brakes" The transmission called through, standing up and peering over the yard I could see a set of lights approaching, far too fast. Quickly grabbing the radio in hand I got onto Jerry.

"Jerry, clear your line immediately, run away inbound" I called trough, all of the lines were full apart from the one that Jerry was clearing now, looking towards the stricken switcher you could just see through the evening sky that it was pouring out plumes of smoke as it tried to haul out the 69 car consist. The train getting closer and closer, the radio crackled into life again,

"983, slam your hand brakes now" I called down the radio, a more than futile task as that would at most pin down a few axels but nothing more.

"Copied" the other side cracked back, peering out of the window you could see as sparks erupted from the engines bogies as the brakes were obviously slammed down hard and with purpose.

"983, please relay your position" I requested, making sure that this was patched through to headquarters at the same time. 

"Entering yard limits" The driver of 983 came in, we could now hear him blasting his horn to try and warn others, in the distance I saw the conductor of another train try to wave him down with a torch but the consist tearing straight past him.

"983, Bail, bail, bail" I ordered, if he had set the cab brakes and they had failed then the crash was imminent,

"The consists not moving fast enough" Tom warned, looking at the switcher, the two were going to collide any second,

"Jerry get out of there now" I yelled, I saw the switchers door being flung open as Jerry bolted out, running across two more tracks before-

CRASH!

The leading engine had slammed into the rear of the coal train, tossing the rear hopper into the air amid a mass of flame and shrapnel. As it sprawled onto the ground, the two front wooden vans smashing apart on impact and the contents soaring over the yard, more coal cars being pounded and the remaining wooden vans seeming to telescope into each other, the tankers behind the vans splintering off to the right and flipping over and over as it collided with an old workers hut, flattening it. Pipes spilled off the flatcars as they too listed and overturned, the hoppers zig-zagging as they rammed into each other and there metal frames buckling.

........

The noise had stopped, The cars had now finished their bombardment of the yard, settling down and allowing us to take in the full impact of this devastation.The yard was destroyed, cars from 983s consist had knocked down other consists as though they were bowling pins, no one in the tower spoke, the only noises were of still collapsing debris from the wreck and the shouts and screams from the witnesses and victims.

The alarm started to sound indicating to the rest of the yard that there had been a wreck, the noise snapping us all out of our trance, the other tower workers now getting on the phone with emergency personnel, informing them of the disaster, I had already began to warn oncoming consists of the blockade when-

BOOM

One of the tankers that had wrecked had detonated, a large mushroom cloud erupting from the crash site, the glass in the tower shattering as the explosion shook it, the tower swaying uneasily, damaged.

"Everyone out, NOW" Tom ordered, he too had noticed the sway and the heat that had came through from the exploding wreck. The other workers began dashing out and down the stairs, me and Tom bringing up the rear, getting to the ground, it was clear that the primarily wooden structure had been damaged.

Sirens could be heard in the distance as another eruption went off, deafening us all, the cloud of fire that erupted must've been at least 300 feet high, we all ran away from the wreck as debris from the explosion started to land around us, me and Tom still at the rear, I could here things hitting the ground behind us, this was right before I felt something briefly hit my head and then nothing.