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Cake : Icing :: Pancake : Panicing

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Distortion Train Chapter 2
Summery: Emmet is patiently waiting for Ingo to return after their shift ended.
Author's Note: My first language isnāt English and I usually donāt write fanfictions. Enjoy!
Word Count: 1565
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Emmet impatiently tapped his foot on the ground, checking the time on his wrist watch, phone and the clock ahead of him in the subway again. It was currently 21:31, the seconds agonizingly ticking away changing the digits once more. Ingo usually wasnāt someone to be late. He was responsible. He and Emmet both knew how much they valued being on time. Even on mornings when Ingo was tired and groggy, he always made sure to leave right on time. Always. He checked again, rising his eyebrows at the time.
21:32. Alright, maybe Ingo had problems parking his train-car, which made no sense because he was an amazing conductor! Still⦠There had to be a reason why he was running late. But something was holding him back. Perhaps an extra chatty co-worker was holding him up. That had to be it. Yes, for sure. Emmet had to stop worrying. Emmet stop worrying. Stop worrying. The Subway Boss sighed, hands rubbing his arms. He tried not to peek at the time, he really did but seeing the arrow of the big clock in the subway move from the corner of his eyes kept him antsy. He took another look.
21:33. His breath hitched. Ingo was late. Ingo was running late for some reason and Emmet didnāt know why. He checked his phone for notifications but pocketed it back in again with frustration. He would have gotten a message by now for sure. Neither of them liked a change in schedule and would update everyone at least an hour before if possible. Ok, maybe he was dealing with a problem! For sure! And he just didnāt have the time yet to text. That had to be it!
21:34. Emmetās hands twitched beside him. He watched some of the other staff walk past him to leave for the night. They gave him tired smiles, wishing him well. Emmet could only nod. He wasnāt well. He wasnāt well at all. Ingo wasnāt coming! He wasnāt arriving at the destination on time. He was running verrrry late. In a hast he called out to a passing train worker. The man turned, scratching his scalp. āMr. Emmet? Arenāt you supposed to be out and about already?ā Emmet nodded, hands flapping in distress. āYes. I am Emmet. Have you seen Ingo?ā The man glanced behind Emmet, most likely trying to spot the in black clad twin. āWell?ā, urged Emmet, face pressing closer. The man shrugged, apologizing. That was a shot in the dark. The worker proceeded on his way, leaving Emmet behind.
21:35. Thatās it. Emmet flapped his hands to get rid of the extra static before taking a big stride in the direction of the single battle train-station. Down the stairs, past the office. He didnāt stop for a small chat as he passed other members of the subway, final destination clearly set. Another spark of static ran through his body. Wrong, this felt verrrry wrong. Ingo not being here was wrong in every way. Him not showing up on time was wrong in every way. Him not texting or calling. It was wrong, wrong, so verrrry wrong. Emmet sucked in a deep breath, arms and legs swinging at an alarming rate.
21:36. He felt his skin prickle beneath his coat, running down the different flights of stairs, through dim lit halls and slamming every door open he came across. He couldnāt be bothered to close them. He could do that once he found Ingo. Once he found his brother they could go back and close every door. Once he found him, he could calm down and take every step slowly. Once he found Ingo, he could stop worrying. He could stop the trains in their tracks and assign them to their rightful rails. He couldnāt start derailing now. Keep it together. Emmet glanced at the time on his phone.
21:40. He arrived at the last station where Ingo was supposed to park the train until Monday. When he entered the place, it was empty, swept from any human soul. The lights were already turned off and the doors locked shut. Emmetās brain was running a hundred meters per second, questions with no answers filling it to the brim. His breath picked up. Ingo. Ingo wasnāt here. The train wasnāt there. Nothing that was supposed to be here was here! Emmet gripped his arms, rubbing at them. His eyes darted left and right in hopes of finding his lost brother somewhere in the empty train-station. He shook his head, mumbling to himself. āNo, no, Emmet. Ingo isnāt lost. Ingo isnāt lost. His train just takes longer. His train is just- āHis eyes widened at the watch on his wrist.
21:50. Emmetās chest tightened at that. His smile tightened as his eyes focused on the watch. His body shook, skin itching. His throat closed up, eyes burning. The digits on his watch blurred together, senses on high alert. The air buzzed around him, keeping his hair stand on end. Emmet bit his lower lip, shaking his head to gain his focus back. It made his head spin but he could finally see clear ahead. He ran up to the stairs, grabbed the flashlight from there and jumped down onto the rails. He pulled a Pokeball from his belt and in a flash of light Eelektross emerged with a low growl. Emmet patted her smooth head, a strained smile stretched across his face. āCome. We need to find Ingo.ā Eelektross whined at her trainer, head tilting to the side. Why was her trainerās brother missing? Why was he not with Boss? But Emmet was already speeding off into the tunnel ahead, a tight grip around the flashlight. Eelektross followed quickly after, eyes attentively searching for a color reversed copy of her Boss.
Emmet cupped his free hand around his mouth, shouting as loudly as his lungs allowed.
āINGO!ā
The only sound was his own voice echoing back at him followed by a deafening silence. Emmet clenched the flashlight, inhaling once more to call out for his brother. Again and again, each shout laced with fear and concern. Eelektross followed with her own whines, hoping to at least reach Chandelure. The tunnel stayed the same, except for a few Joltiks scittering to their save spaces between cracks in the walls. Emmetās mouth twitched, eyes following the small creatures. They were cuddling up in pairs of two. āIngo!ā His cry was met with more silence. He pressed on despite the growing pains in his tired limbs, despite the headache with each inhale. His partner Pokemon was close by. It whined after each of her Bossā pleads in hopes to find Ingo.
āIngo!ā Emmetās voice grew hoarse, losing itās power to travel further down the dark tunnels. His breath hitched painfully, chest heaving. Everything felt like too much, too little, not enough, no more please. Emmetās vision swam with electricity as he took another deep inhale, shouting Ingoās name as loudly as possible. His voice broke, the sound abruptly cutting off. He coughed into the palm of his hand, lungs wheezing. Ingo. Ingo. Where was Ingo? Emmetās eyes couldnāt focus on anything. The ground below tilted dangerously. Eelektross offered her head to lean against, which Emmet was grateful for. His throat was scratched raw, burning with each in- and exhale. He cupped both his hands in front of his mouth, suppressing the pain that shot through his body, as he barked a last fruitless:ā Ingo!ā
The echo bouncing off the walls were a stark reminder that Emmet hadnāt succeeded yet in finding his brother. His hands fell beside him, flashlight slipping from his grasp. It clattered on the train tracks, illuminating the floor. Something caught the light and reflected back at Emmet. He squinted at it, approaching the object on the ground with caution. Eelektross was a great help to steady his wobbly legs, each step sluggish and slow. He sped up once he noted a familiar red and white color in an orb shape. Pokeballs! He sprinted to them, sliding on his knees to land right in front of them. Eelektross growled and huffed, pushing one of the Pokeballs. It shook.
Emmet scooped the two up into his hands, checking if they had sustained any damage. He sighted in relieve, releasing Chandelure and Haxorus from their Pokeballs. The two Pokemon chirped and huffed in distress, looking around the area they found themselves in. Emmet held out his hands to let them sniff him. Haxorus whimpered at him, pushing against his gloved hand. It was careful with itās sharp tusks, churring at itās other trainer. Chandelure chirped unsettled, floating back up to take another look down the tunnel, eyes anxiously searching for Ingo. Emmet stared at Chandelure, her ghostly flames sparking and flaring in distress as she chirring down the hall. She spun around, eyes leaking with fire. Thick drops of ghostly flames trickled onto the floor, burning away in silence. Emmet gripped tighter around Haxorus. His eyes shook, the realization hitting him like a fright train. If not even Chandelure could sense Ingo than⦠that meant⦠His body shook, a cramp squeezing his left chest to a point he rolled into a ball. Tighter and tighter to hide from the world. Hands rubbed over his arms as he fough for air. In a flash of agony, he cried out in pain.
00:00. Ingo was gone.
Yeeeeeah, I've done this too. So, yes. Again lyrics from Hamilton the musicale. And yes done some funny stuff. But I am crying from the part below
I AM TOO SCARED OF WHAT'S GOING ON!!!
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