"Whispers in the fog"

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A long time ago, a young man named, Charles, pickles. who used to live in Australia. But now he lives on a small island called "sodor" and ever since his family moved. He had driven a pannier tank named montague. But however...the troubles were just beginning...

2:10 am, June 2004.

???: "Join Us..."

Charles: "ugh...who the hell was...that...?

As he opened the door and followed the mist's voice, he decided to follow it.

???: "Join us..."

Charles: "I am, I am..."

???: Join us..."

Charles: ALRIGHT I AM GOD DAMN STOP IT!

Charles didn't know how far he traveled, but he walked far enough. But to only see...short pants

Charles: "huh...? Who left these..? "Eh, I'm just gonna pick them up"

But before he could pick them up, a large hand surge into the shorts and took them into the mist.

Charles: "H-Ho-Holy S-S-Shit...I better get out of here..."

And with that, Charles left without thinking twice.

7:01 am

As he drove his car to the little western, he already saw Fred, the firemen of duck already awake.

Duck: "Ah, good morning Charles!"

Charles: "..."

Fred: "is there something...wrong?"

Charles: "Oh huh! N-no, I just had a dream. That's all..."

Fred: oh umm, okay. Now get in the cab!

Charles: alright, alright.

So with that, Charles hopped into ducks cab, and took him for work.

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