Fang landed rather ungracefully at the base of a gigantic tree. His wing was bleeding profusely, and he folded it close him a second later.

Glancing around uneasily, he found himself in what seemed to be an abandoned train station. Old trains lined the tracks, coated in years of rust and neglect. Letting out a breath, he took a few steps to the closest train.

Weathered blue paint covered most of its body, the front being a pale grey. Red accents framed the blue. A yellow 1 was painted on its side. It made Fang kind of sad to see something that was once a great machine be reduced to this.

He let his hand brush away some of the dirt off its front. What resembled a face with its eyes closed greeted him. To be honest, it made him a little creeped out.

Shaking off the nervousness, he looked at the face again. It was… twitching? A second later, those eyes popped open, their empty stare landed on Fang immediately.

"HI! I'M THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE." The demonic creature shouted.

Fang fell to his knees. "I'm in love."