About Me!

I had stuff here but honestly i dont really wanna worry about descibing myself to internet strangers right now. ill add shit later

If you know me IRL, no you don't.

A crappy short story I wanted to put up on here but don't currently have a better place for:

Passenger Health Issues

9:16 AM, The soft murmur of the crowd. The train arrival melody. The unmistakable sound of a train and its brakes. A singular piercing scream, than a smash like a watermelon being dropped. More screams. The SOS buzzer alarm.

The rough, curious murmur of a crowd, station attendants pour out of the stairwell like angry hornets. An authoritative voice barks commands, the platform is orderly vacated.

The conductor gets off the train, his train stopped several meters ahead of where it normally did. The police interview him and his shaky voice quickly returns to his normal monotone. He's thanked for his time than instructed to wait. He lights a cigarette.

Cleaners unravel hoses for pressure washers and wait impatiently for the go ahead, but a hiccup: a child says he saw it, he saw her get shoved onto the tracks. The cleaners grumble about red tape while knee deep in red mush. No one else saw it on the crowded platform. Or no one wants the inconvenience of explaining what they saw to the police.

CCTV is recording. Footage goes to a remote server, managed by a security company. Three phone calls and they don't pick up. Prefectural police go in person but it'll be a while. The conductor smokes his last cigarette.

Customers are issued refunds. Some angry commuters are quickly placated. Proof of delay slips are printed and handed over with a disingenuous bow. A delay notification is issued on TV, SNS and the rail company's website: "Passenger health issues"

The security company is finally responsive. The police haven't even arrived at their office. The camera tells a different story: the girl jumped of her own volition and the boy saw a different girl get shoved by her brother. A costly misrecollection.

The mother profusely apologizes, the boy looks meek. The police officer reassures them both they did nothing wrong, the company loses millions in revenue that day. The cleaners don't start cleaning until 7pm. The conductor walks down to the convenience store to buy another pack of seven stars.

Buttons Galore! (8 to be exact)