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Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Thomas, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a train, nor have you been called here by the Fat Controller, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a yard of sounds and steam, misdirection and trucks. A tunnel with no exit, a station with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your drive for being useful has driven you in endless loop lines, chasing the thrill of coaches in some unseen station, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never pull them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave engine, who somehow found this job not intended for you, although there was a train out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you trains trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your engines. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the steam clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of the scrap yard has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the smelters waiting, Diesel.
Thomas, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to be really useful. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to shunt, no one was there to shunt you to a train the way you shunted others into theirs, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in the breakdown train.
This is the end of the line for all of us. End communication.
didn't make this copypasta btw, idk who did