“Tsch, whatever. I’ll go at the back if I have to. I’d rather get back to bed as soon as possible anyway” Ben motioned to his twin to get into their engines. But Bill didn’t move. It was almost as if he himself were made out of clay. His pupils had contracted to mere dots, and the entirety of his face was as red as the Scottish twins’ fringes.  Ben noticed that his brother’s breathing was unusually fast-paced and that he could physically see the beating of his brother’s heart against his chest, even though Bill had a hand over it. “Billlll?” Ben coughed, trying to drag his twin by the arm. Every single muscle in Bill’s body was rigid. It momentarily reminded Ben of that Medusa movie – as if Bill had been turned to stone. But Bill wasn’t stone; he was Ben’s twin, and right now he was scaring him. “T-they’re ...” Bill eventually relaxed, but his eyes’ didn’t move from the Caledonian twins - or one of them anyway “t-twins Ben.”
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Ello we're back :D It's not Butters without ScotsBees they were probably what I was best known for way back when.
I have shuffled my timeline around a little bit from the original but for context; since the engine drivers on Sodor need driving licenses for their vehicles the characters on Sodor need to be 17 or older to operate their machinery as per UK laws. The Bees here are 18 and the Scots are 20. The 2022 lighting was technciallyyyy wrong since the sun would be hitting the bees from the front so i put more light on them, also nice to see how my proportions have changed! Bill still being a simp in the big 26.
Donald, Douglas, Bill and Ben (c) TTTE / Thomas The Tank Engine And Friends
