Infinity Thieves: Book 1

The Interview Car

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hey, Megan here! so I binge-watched Infinity Train a few weeks ago and needless to say,, I had to make a story thieves infinity train au bc I LOVE this concept. I'm hoping to make this au shorter, with at least ten chapters.

After that I'm planning to separate this into "books", so each book will be centered around different characters while they're on the train (basically how it is in the show)! every book will have two pov's. This first book will be only in Kiel's and Charm's pov's, but I'm interesting in seeing what two pov's you guys want for the next books!!

If you haven't heard of Infinity Train, its an amazing show and I highly recommend watching it before you read this!

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When you were Kiel Gnomenfoot, every day was a good day. Or well, it was supposed to be. Oftentimes, days took unexpected twists and turns, but he liked them. At the end of the day, he could laugh off the bad stuff. It was pretty easy to keep himself in a good mood, looking at life as an adventure. Like a magic trick, that'd always come naturally to Kiel.

Today was not one of those times.

"Kiel? Are you still in bed?" an old man's voice called from the other side of Kiel's bedroom door. Except that same voice was lacking in it's usual kindness. Instead, the Magister just sounded annoyed. Kiel knew he had a knack for annoying people, even prided himself in it, but he did feel a little bad for getting his guardian in an annoyed state so early in the morning.

"Nope!" Kiel lied as he threw the covers off himself. He swung around on his bed, touching his bare feet to the carpeted floor. "All ready! I'm just — brushing my hair! And my teeth! At the same time, because I'm very impressive!"

From the other side of the door, the Magister huffed. He sounded slightly less annoyed than before. Only slightly, but it was a positive sign to Kiel. "Good to know you're finally getting ready after the fifth time I've woken you up. Can I come in?"

"In a minute!" Kiel shouted back. He ran to his closet, starting to look through the choices of clothing, only to stop as he caught sight of the outfit hanging neatly on the outside of his closet door. Right. When it came to days like these, he had to look professional. A word that definitely wasn't in Kiel's vocabulary, not unless the Magister was involved.

The outfit was simple: a button-down shirt with pants — all black, just the way he liked it. At least he didn't have to wear a tuxedo or a tie to one of these events, not unless he was going on the red carpet. The only good thing about the dress code at those events was that it didn't prevent him from wearing a cape. Well, okay, many people had tried to prevent him from wearing it. He'd just ignored them.

Haphazardly throwing on his clothes, Kiel darted to his desk, which had so many things on top of it that it was difficult to find, at first, what he was looking for. His eyes finally landed on his brush, which had been buried under a bunch of letters he'd had piled up on his desk. Not his letters. They were from his fans'.

Being famous and all, Kiel received way more mail than the average person. It wasn't easy, but he always tried to read through them all and send his fans replies. Being their idol and all, Kiel only felt it'd make sense that he write them back. The Magister told him his task was impossible, something that Kiel definitely didn't agree to. Sure, he was busy, but his fans deserved to be heard! And if he couldn't reply to all of them, maybe he could just have one of his publicists to do it for him.

Starting with . . .

He glanced at the first letter at the top of the pile, which hadn't been opened yet. He flipped it to the back, smiling when he saw the name. A kid named Owen Conners had written it, who Kiel was almost positive had sent him many letters before. But it was hard to tell if he'd seen the boy's name before, given how many fans he had already. Ah, having fans was the best.