Agnieszka and Anton watched through their fluorescent-activated goggles, at the toddler sat down on a seat. It sat staring at them, those orange shape-shifting eyes. Potently glaring eyes, like projecting floodlights. Fixated on them with an uncanny smile. The lights flickered inconsistently. They stood near a yellow line "pole". The doors had been bolted, it seemed supernaturally. They couldn't leave. Did they really want to? Considering that they were paranormal investigators.
The outside view was quite disturbing, dark and light grey particles of ash floating everywhere like snow. No one except them was present. They know they've passed through an alternative version of The Tube-London Underground. It wasn't active as it usually is. Or even lively.
They stood within the central part of an unusually functional train that was traveling in a loop. The middle and back parts of which had been broken off, nowhere to be seen. They'd known that those that had travelled in both parts had disappeared without any trace. It seemed like there had been a crash. But how was this possible one would think?
After so much flicker, the toddler was suddenly nowhere to be seen. They flinched everywhere with jolt. Their eyes dilated fiercely with panic as they stared past the flickering darkness. The goggles provided fluorescent light in directions their heads were facing, like a flashlight.
Something suddenly tore through their eardrums. It was a loud, deafening TV-like noise sound. They covered their ears. Within a few seconds they watched as the yellow poles begin to twist and pull to one side. When the lights went out completely for a few seconds, and came back on, the poles had been torn out. They'd felt a thump kind of pressure over their goggles. The flickering had stopped. Even the deafening sound too.
Strangely, the lens had been scratched. Useless? Not completely, the fluorescence continued to project. But with the lights now working, they had removed the goggles. Their breaths grew deep and slow. The lights from the outside went out in an instant. All black. Curiosity grew over their faces.
A loud sound of heavy breathing came over, their eyes stirred away following the sounds. It was coming from the front part of the train. Far into the blind darkness. With a sudden hard thump to the floor, the train rose into the air, with the end slamming against the ceiling. The once damaged front lights of the train, suddenly, slowly began to fluorescent.
A large head with a daunting cat-like face drew forward. With orange glaring eyes-the size of which if the tunnel size were of two halves. An uncanny smile stretched with soul-jolting menace. And that's when is happened. Its mouth dropped wide open. Agnieszka and Anton began to slide down to the front part of the train. Unable to brace themselves.
They were swallowed in through its mouth. Chewed on, as blood gushed spraying the insides of its mouth.
Then came the burp.
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