Prologue

Eight teens will soon awaken aboard a train that is winding through some of the most merciless wilderness in the dead of winter. It's been three years since the first killing game began. These unlucky eight were all candidates for 81-B that were chosen at random to participate in a very different type of killing game. Unlike any game for it, the luxury of time is not on their side. Should they not find a way off within a week, they'll all share the same blood fate. However there is one sure way to leave the Railway of Despair, someone has to commit the perfect murder...

Let the Killing game begin!

Characters

1. Full Name: Axel Ueda
Player: Birbddha
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: April 19
Nationality: Japanese
Talent: Ultimate Soccer Player
Blood Type: AB
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Style/Length: Down to his neck, very wild and unkempt
Eye Color: Dark Green. Emerald
Skin Tone: Light
Body Type: Thin build but with some muscle. Better leg strength than upper body strength.
Scars,Tattoos or Birthmarks: His entire left leg is removed, replaced by a robotic leg. There are a lot of burn marks where his body ends and the robotic leg begins
Height: 5'2
Weight: 155 (not counting the metallic leg)
Normal Clothing: A black overcoat with a Grey T-shirt and shorts. Shorts cover just enough where the burn marks on the left leg aren't visible
Accessories: A Cream colored scarf wrapped around his neck, as well as a necklace ending in what seems like grey dog tags, although the name on them is not visible.
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2. Full Name: Yumei Mao
Player: Magus1108
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Birthday: March 22nd
Nationality: Chinese
Talent: Ultimate Shaolin Monk
Blood Type: O-
Hair Color Hair Style/Length: Long white hair that flows down to her back. Normally Yumei leaves it straight and unstyled, though she does occasionally put her hair up into two large buns.
Eye Color: Crimson red
Skin Tone: An almost sickly white, due to her Albinism
Body Type: Yumei has a physically fit and strong body, that overall is muscular and toned. She doesn't quite look like it however: her small stature and clothing that obscures her muscles often lead people to think she is weak and helpless. That, however, is dead wrong.
Scars,Tattoos or Birthmarks: It doesn't count as a birthmark per say, but Yumei has the genetic disorder of albinism, which has made her skin a sickly white, her hair white, and her eyes red. She also has a nasty scar covering up where her left eye used to be, though she usually covers that scar up with a black eyepatch.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 190 lbs (with most of her weight, of course, being due to her muscle mass rather than fat)
Normal Clothing: Yumei tends to a traditional shaolin monk robe: an orange gi that covers her body, with black outer lining in the folds of her uniform. White bandage wrappings cover up her hands and feet, and she wears a pair of simple sandals as well. Beneath her gi, she wears a simple white wrapping to cover up her breasts and genitals.
Accessories: Yumei doesn't have much in the way of accessories, outside of the medical eyepatch she wears. She does keep a journal though, that she keeps with her at all times.
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3. Full Name: Tonbe Woch
Player: PettyPunk
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthday: October 21st
Nationality: American-Barbadian (from Barbados)
Talent: Seismologist (Study of earth's tectonic plates and earthquakes as a reuslt)
Blood Type: AB+
Hair Color, Style/Length: Three different shades of brown. His hair is styled as a Mohawk that has layers to its coloring looking like dirt layers. getting light at the top and dark brown on bottom and the rest of his head has very short-shaved hair and sideburns are the same dark brown
Eye Color: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Deeply Tanned
Body Type: Fit and very muscular
Height: 6'04"
Weight: 245 lbs
Normal Clothing: A black vest and a pair of beige jeans that tuck into his brown boots.
Accessories: An orange bandanna tied around his neck. Dark brown leather gloves.
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4. Full Name: Kazuko Kodaka
Player: Solrac XD
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Birthday: July 8
Nationality: Japanese
Talent: Ultimate Game Designer
Blood Type: B+
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style/Length: Slightly short reaching a little past her shoulder. Her hair is also a little messy with a bangs covering her front.
Eye Color: Crimson
Skin Tone: Light Tone
Body Type: Fairly normal and average built. Nothing too much or too less.
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 106 lbs
Normal Clothing: Kazuko most of the times wears a lightly oversized pink hoodie. On the back of the hoodie there is the design of a game controller. Under the hoodie she wears a dress shirt with a blue necktie under a beige school vest. For the lower half, she wears a pair of sky blue cargo pants with a pair of light pink shoes.
Accessories: Kazuko wears a pair of blue headphones that are connected to an ipod in her pockets. Said iPod is filled only with BGM and ousts from several games. She also wears several rings, each with the symbol of certain popular franchises. If possible she also carries around a hand held console.
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5. Full Name: Adohira Akazukin
Player: Trust Me
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthday: March 1st
Nationality: Japanese
Talent: Ultimate Wizard
Blood Type: B-
Hair Color: Teal
Hair Style/Length: Somewhat unkempt with jaw-length bangs. Loose locks of hair are scattered about in every direction. His hair has the faint scent of mineral oil.
Eye Color: Tangerine
Skin Tone: Light
Body Type: Very slender; ectomorph. Little body fat and muscle overall, but his hands and fingers are remarkably flexible and supremely dexterous.
Scars, Tattoos, or Birthmarks: None apart from a number of old scars in the shape of lines on his fingers.
Height: 5'6" (168 cm)
Weight: 116 lbs (53 kg)
Normal Clothing: Adohira wears a blue coat over his shoulders and blue dress pants. Underneath his coat, he wears a buttoned-up white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up, and a light pink bow tie. Finally, he wears a pair of brown leather dress shoes.
Accessories: Adohira often wears a blue "wizard" hat. He also keeps steel rings for all his fingers and thumbs. And most importantly, he always carries around a large steel briefcase (with wheels)
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6. Full Name: Eline Kinnie
Player: ThePLOThand
Gender: Transfemale
Age: 19
Birthday: 23. of Oktober
Nationality: Dutch
Talent: Dealer (Drugs, but also General trading of goods in illegal manners) supposed to be reformed into Saleswoman
Blood Type: AB+
Hair Color: Left side: Neon-green Righ side (which is the dyed one) light green
Hair Style/Length: Twintails of medium length, the neon-one is braided, the other not.
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: pale
Body Type: , but slightly defined muscles
Height: 149, 98 cm
Weight: 47 kg
Normal Clothing: Wears a large mud-green coat with many pockets in and outside for the... 'goods' she sells, she wears leaf-green Combat boost.
below her coat she wears a plain White t-shirt. wears a Brown skirt over Grey Jeans.
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7. Full Name: Emizel Tanaka
Player: JCW18
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Birthday: December 23rd
Nationality: Japanese
Talent: Ultimate Overlord
Blood Type: B
Hair Color: Blue
Hair Style/Length: short and curly, with a cowlick
Eye Color: Red
Skin Tone: White but tanned
Body Type: Extremely skinny and short for his age
Scars,Tattoos or Birthmarks: he has a few scars on his back from helping his cousin work with his animals
Height: 5'1
Weight: 98 pounds
Normal Clothing: Red and yellow tennis shoes, Red jeans that are too short for him and reach down to his ankles, a black belt, and wears no shirt, exposing his scrawy body. most interestingly, he finishes his look off with a long red scarf that flows down behind him.
Accessories: His scarf, a pair of black fingerless gloves, and his "Legendary Overlord Sword"
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8. Full Name: Sarah O'Neil
Player: Sootythunder
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: June 9th
Nationality: American
Talent: Ultimate Graffiti Artist
Blood Type: B-
Hair Color Black
Hair Style/Length: shoulder length
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: fair
Body Type: average, much to her dismay she is completely flat chested
Height: 5ft 5inches
Weight: 123 pounds
Normal Clothing: wears a purple hoodie, a blue beanie hat, wears jeans that have some paint on it black sneakers
Accessories: Wears a painters half mask around her neck, carries around a backpack with spray cans and a pair of goggles

December 18th 2020

Chapter 1: All Aboard: Act One

7:45 A.M Day One

Observation Car

Viewing Room

Emizel groaned as he opened his eyes and sat up in his seat. The young man was very petite and short for his age. He had short and curly blue hair with a wild cowlick. He was quite tanned and had vivid red eyes. He wore no shirt which exposed his petite frame, a pair of red jeans that were too short and reached his ankles, a black belt, red and yellow tennis shoes, a pair of black finger-less gloves, a very ornate sword rested over his back, and a thick red scarf was draped around his neck.

After a moment the boy managed to collect himself as he realized he seemed to be aboard a train car of some sort. This room itself appeared to be a viewing car as it was filled with large windows that revealed a massive wintry landscape that was racing past the train. 'What in the world? Where am I?' he thought to himself as he squeezed his scarf.

A stirring nearby caused Emizel to tense, slowly he shifted on his feet before noticing a girl laying unconscious several feet on the floor.

She had long white hair that reached her back, sickly white skin, and was rather short. She appeared quite physically fit and muscular from what Emizel could see. A black eye patch rested over her left eye. She wore a traditional Shaolin monk robe: an orange GI that covered her body, with black outer lining in the folds of her uniform. White bandage wrappings cover up her hands and feet, and she wore a pair of simple sandals as well.

"Ugh, how annoying. The first person I find is out cold," Emizel muttered in his childish high pitched voice before shivering.

There was a chill in the air from the cold outside, and the train car seemed to be poorly cared for. A couple of questions began to race through the boy's mind.

How did he get here?

Why was his memory fuzzy?

Something was certainly wrong.

Emizel cautiously moved across the room before trying to open the lone door that connected the Observation Car to the cars beyond. However to his frustration he was met with resistance as the door seemed to be sealed with an electronic lock. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Now what?" he asked in exasperation as he peered around the room again looking for an answer.

The car itself was filled with two rows of four chairs bolted to the floor. There was an open area part ways in. Near the back of the car up on the high part of the wall was a pair of mounted guns. They appeared to be inactive at the moment.

"I-I really don't want to see what those things can do. Cousin what would you do in a situation like this?" Emizel asked before he registered motion.

The girl in the room let out a yawn as she slowly sat up. She idly looked around her surroundings with her single red eye, expecting to see her bedroom, but she stopped short upon seeing she definitely wasn't home. She paused, taking in her surroundings with a more cautious attitude, before she finally spotted her companion in the room. "Hello there." she greeted, regarding the smaller boy with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "Do you know where we are?"

Emizel regarded the girl a moment before speaking. "Hmph, you are finally awake. We seem to be on a train of some sort. As for where and how, I know not." He gave her a childish smirk and pounded a hand against his bare chest as he continued "But worry not, human, for I shall protect you should trouble arise!"

Yumei raised an eyebrow at that, her lips curving into a smirk at Emizel's bold declaration. After a moment, she stood up from where she'd apparently slept, revealing just how much taller she was over the boy. At the same time, she started stretching, the hint of defined muscles pressing against her loose robes as she did so. "I am sure you can, little one." she finally replied, still smirking. That smirk left her face a moment later, however, as she looked around once more. "Strange, I cannot remember how I got on board this train. Have you found anyone else here?" Even as she asked that, she finally noticed a strange weight in her pocket, besides the weight of her phone. Checking it out, she stared in confusion at the ticket in her hand. "Railway of Despair? I've never heard of such a thing."

Emizel frowned at her snide remark about his height, but he let it slide. He too, pulled an identical the ticket out of his pocket "Indeed, I have never heard of such a thing either... as for other people, I attempted to leave, but the door is locked." he finished with a pout. He recovered quickly, however, as his confident yet goofy smirk returned "And yes, I shall protect you! For I am Emizel Tanaka, The Ultimate Overlord, and heir to the throne of the Demon Netherworld! Bow before me!" He lifted his sword over his shoulder, and in the other hand, summoned a small ball of fire.

Yumei stared blankly at the sphere of fire in his hands, her one eye rapidly blinking as she took in the incredulous sight. After a moment, she sighed, shaking her head as she tried to gather her wits. "Well, you see something new every day, I suppose." she murmured, deciding to try and roll with the punches, rather than agonize over the impossibility of Emizel's power. "So, you said the door is locked? Perhaps I can fix it. I tend to find that locked doors do not stay locked when I apply enough force."

Emizel triumphantly let the small ball of fire die, and and then rolled his sword into his scarf, where it magically disappeared. "If you can, I am all for it. However the door seems particularly reinforced... did you notice this timer? It seems quite odd..." he muttered as he gestured at a small digital timer that rested on the wall. It currently showed approximately a 168 hours, but was counting downwards with each second.

"Yes, it is quite strange. I wonder what it means." Yumei agreed, decidedly not commenting on Emizel's fantastical abilities. She cast a discerning eye on the timer for a moment, before approaching the locked door. She wasted no time and trusting her fist against the door causing it to shake, however it held firmly in place despite her show of force.

"Hmph, A valiant attempt... but to no avail it seems. You have quite the fighting spirit, for a human. Rejoice, for you have the honor of captivating my interest! May I inquire as to your name?" Emizel asked curiously.

Yumei regarded the door with distaste, lightly shaking her hand after she punched the thing. She felt tempted to give it another whack, but more likely than not, that wouldn't do anything. Instead, she turned her gaze to Emizel, nodding lightly at him. "I am Yumei Mao; people call me the Ultimate Shaolin Monk. It is nice to meet you, Emizel."

"Hah well fear not Yumei! Together I'm sure we'll find a way out of this accursed cage, our power levels are too high to be contained for long!" the Overlord exclaimed.

The Monk eyed the boy before offering a halfhearted smile. "Well when you put it like that, I feel safer already."

7:49 A.M Day One

Coach Car

Sitting Area

Adohira opens his eyes and blinks twice as he takes in an unfamiliar ceiling. The boy had teal-colored hair that was rather unkempt with jaw-length bangs. Loose locks of hair were scattered wildly every direction. He had tangerine colored eyes and a light complexion. He was a fairly slender boy with little fat or muscle, however he did have nimble slender fingers with faint scars in the shape of lines around them. The boy wore a blue coat over his shoulders and blue dress pants. Underneath his coat, he wore a buttoned-up white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a light pink bow tie. Finally, he sported a pair of brown leather dress shoes. On his head rested blue wizard's hat and a series of steel rings adorned his fingers and thumbs. Instinctively he reached out for the briefcase beside him, and visibly relaxed upon feeling it's handle in his grasp. His brown eyes flitted across the room making note of what appeared to be an empty train car. It was extremely dirty with broken glass and litter spread across the floor. Along the wall rested a digital timer that was counting down to something. The windows were boarded up with metal plates. Finally he noticed he wasn't alone, as he suspiciously eyed the dark haired girl that was beginning to stir a few feet away.

The girl sported shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. She was of an average height like him and was flat chested, but otherwise average body proportions. She sported a purple hoodie, a blue beanie hat, a pair of paint splotched jeans wears jeans, and black sneakers. A painters half mask rested around her neck and backpack rested over her shoulder. She finally groaned as she slowly sat up. "What the hell? How did I get here?" the Artist questioned as she raised a gloved hand to her forehead parting some brown bangs out of her face. She tilted her head before starring at the boy who was eying her intently. "Hey are you going to talk or just stare at me?"

"I considered pretending to be mute for a moment, but yes, I do talk," Adohira responded in a deadpan tone.

"Well that's very reassuring, anyway my name is Sarah O'Neil, and I'm the Ultimate Graffiti Artist. I have a quick question for ya, any idea where the fuck are we?" Sarah asked looking around their surrounding.

After a brief pause, the boy answered, "Adohira. And my guess is as good as yours. Hmm, I suppose we have the same story, huh?"

"Blacking out and waking up in a shitty worn down train?" Sarah asked in a dry manner.

Adohira begins to rise up from his kneeling position. "Precisely... What's your last memory?"

Sarah paused for a moment thinking "I was mixing specific blends of paints, if you get the right composition and mix it correctly it really causes the images to pop...…..and well...…..then I was here...…..you?

Adohira raises an eyebrow and stares at the half-mask around her neck. "Mixing paint? If I were you, I'd be considering whether or not this is some sort of fume-inspired dream, but then again, you do seem to have the proper equipment."

"Hey I wear proper protective gear, only a novice or junkie makes that kind of mistak-" Sarah trailed off as she rummaged through her pockets before pulling a strangle looking black and gold ticket. "What the fuck? Railway of Despair? Shit you don't think this has something to do with the whole despair craze that's been ravaging the world do you?"

The blue-haired boy stared wordlessly at his own matching ticket before letting out a frustrated sigh and collapsing into a seat. "Fuck. Why is everything always in my way." he muttered to himself.

Sarah crouched as she began examining several glass shards that lay on the floor.

"What are you even doing? You're going to cut yourself," Adohira commented as he eyed her cautiously.

The Graffiti Artist tore off one of the sleeves of her jacket and wrapped it around a piece of glass, creating a make-shift shiv. She carefully tucked the shiv into her waistband "I'm not taking chances if its those wackos who kidnapped us. If I'm wrong ill happily give it up, if I'm right, well I'll at least have something."

Adohira shook his head. "If this is anything like the previous Killing Games, then you shouldn't even try attacking our captors. But if you're feeling suicidal, then be my guest." Adohira sighed once more, and he had the distinct feeling it wouldn't be the last time.

"Well if you feel like sitting their sighing and sulking be my guest, I'm going to look around" Sarah said as she gestured at the digital readout on the far wall. "You see that timer on the wall? It's been counting down from 168 hours, I think that's right at a week. That has to mean something, so just sitting here isn't an option."

"Do what you will, though you're responsible for your own well being," Adohira commented as he rested his case in his lap.

Sarah shook her head ignoring the boy as she began to examine the rest of the car. At the far north and south ends of the car were doors that seemed to connect to separate cars. Various items litter the seats, including the one set of clothes. To the right of the north door, was a small door that was currently shut as well. The Artist moved forward and before examining a set of clothing that as draped across one of the seats. It appeared to be a military uniform and had the flag of the Russian Federation on its shoulder. There was also several old vodka bottles on some of the seats, and newspapers with Russian characters.

After a moment of inspection, Sarah began to rummage through the pockets of the uniform finding a series of Russian currency and a pack of half used cigarettes. She pocketed both before gesturing at the uniform. "I'm no expert, but I think we're in Russia," she said before approaching the boarded up windows. She peered through the boards only to see a torrent of snow blowing around the white oblivion surrounding the train. "No doubt about it, we're definitely not in Hawaii," she joked in a dry manner.

"Fantastic. Hmm, that's actually not too far from where I was," Adohira brings a hand up to his chin before rising to his feet. He grasped the handle of his briefcase before extending it as it trailed behind him on wheels as he approached the southern door.

"Well good for you. I was in New York when I blacked out. Might as well be on a different planet I'm so far from home," she mused as she inspected the side door near the sealed door to the north.

Adohira regarded the door he stood in front of before straightening. "Seems like we're not going anywhere yet. Well, it's not like we were ever reasonably going to escape that easily... I suppose now we simply wait for something to happen,"

"Hah you can just stand there and wait, I'm not going to just stand around and do nothing!" Sarah called out as she opened the side door before nearly retching. It was clear the room was a small bathroom, however it was in a deplorable state. It was clear the toilet and sink hadn't been cleaned in ages

Sarah quickly shut the door before stepping back. "I-I sure as hell hope that isn't the only bathroom on this train."

"I think we have bigger things to concern ourselves with. If we're awakening now, there must be a reason for it. We've been drawn into someone's web," Adohira remarked as his eyes stared at the seconds ticking away upon the digital timer.

7:55 A.M Day One

Dining Car

Kitchen

Kazuko blinked in slight confusion as the world around her began to take girl was extremely short with black hair hair that reached past her shoulders, with messy bangs adorning the front. She had crimson colored eyes and a light skin tone. She was of a rather average build and sported a slightly oversized pink hoodie. On the back of the hoodie there was the design of a game controller. Under the hoodie she sported a dress shirt with a blue necktie under a beige school vest. She had on a pair of sky blue cargo pants with a pair of light pink shoes. She also carried a pair of blue headphones that were connected to an ipod in her pockets. There were also several rings from various video game franchises on her fingers. She realized that she was lying within a modest sized kitchen. There was a dull hum of a refrigerator along with the a distant howling sound. The occasionally stirring dishes in the sink gave the sense of movement. There was a digital timer above the single door leading out of the room which denoted some sort of countdown. "The hell? Did I overwork my self again with the plot of a game? I've never had a dream like this before," she mused before eying a large dark skinned boy who seemed to be the only other occupant in the room. He seemed to be gathering his bearings as much as she was.

The hulking boy must have been well over six feet tall. He was extremely fit and muscular. His hair sported three shades of brown as a Mohawk possessing multiple layers that looked like layers of dirt. With the darkest on the bottom and lightest on the top. The rest of his head sported a very short and shaved hair with matching sideburns with the same dark-brown tint. Appropriately his eyes were also a shade of light brown and his skin was very tanned. He wore a black vest and a pair of beige jeans that were tucked into his brown boots. An orange bandana was secured around his neck and he wore a pair of dark brown leather gloves

Tonbe slowly shook his head as he stood up and looked around. "Huh... Oh uh hi there. I'm Tonbe Woch, Ultimate Seismologist. Do you know what's happening here?"

Kazuko pinched her cheek "Seems like I'm definitely not dreaming." She then glanced at Tonbe "Hey there big guy! I go by the name of Kazuko Kodaka, Ultimate Game Designer," she said cheerfully

"Oh wow, that sounds really fun. Though I never got much chance to play many games. My parents usually just took my traveling with them." Tonbe explained looking down at the girl.

"Well that is a shame but don't worry. As for your question, I don't know what going on either." Kazuko says and look around checking with a studious expression.

The kitchen itself was fairly decent sized, but was rather cramped by all the appliances. Kitchen knives lay sheathed upon the counter. A large chef cabinet resting next to it. There were iron skewers that lay next to the knives. The fridge adjacent to the cabinet was stocked with food and drinks. The room also contained a deep fryer, sink and washer, a garbage disposal unit, and large meat forks. There was also a large freezer unit with a padlock over it.

"Hmmm, seems like we are in a kitchen of sorts but something is off about it..." Kazuko trails off looking back at Tonbe

"Yeah I know what you mean. I definitely wasn't on a train last I remembered." Tonbe said as he began to pat himself down to see if he had his phone or anything on him.

Kazuko decides to imitate Tonbe as she began to rifle through her pockets.

The pair wouldn't discover a phone or any other normal appliance. However they each discovered a black ticket with golden embroidery upon it. It was the only thing out of of place, that clearly wasn't there beforehand. On the front scribbled neatly was a message: "One entry onto the Railway of Despair, please keep this on your person at all times"

At her discovery Kazuko groaned "Ah crap! Where is my console? And what is this? A train ticket?"

"Huh, That's odd... I guess we got on at some point. My head feels kinda fuzzy..." Tonbe began rubbing his temple. "So maybe there are others here. Want to go look for them together Kazuko?" The boy questioned with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Sure, this kitchen started to looks boring anyways.." Kazuko said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Then I guess we better hit the trail!" Tonbe exclaimed as he turned and reached for the nearby door. However despite his strength the Seismologist couldn't make the door budge in slightest, and there was no discernible locks.

The pair just stared at the digital readout above the door that continued to tick slower downward.

"A timer? Reminds me of a game in which you have a time limit to escape before it's game over," Kazuko shrugged and stared intently at her ticket.

"Ahh, dang. I guess you might be onto something about the escape thing Kazuko." The Seismologist said as turned away from the door. "So what do we need to do to escape than?"

"A puzzle or someone is consciously keeping us here. Hmm not bad either way" An amused smile appeared on her face "Well, there also exist alternate ways to clear a level. Why don't you try using your big body to force open the door?" Kazuko said in a mischievous tone

"Alright!" Tonbe turned back around and attempts to shoulder the door with all of his weight causing it to shudder, though it still refused to give way. However he would be able to hear muffled voices from the other side of the door.

As the burly boy slammed into the door it failed to budge even an inch. However he would hear muffled voices from the other side. Clearly the walls and doors blocked out a great deal of sound.

"Seems like these walls are nearly sound proofed, but we're definitely not alone here Kazuko," Tonbe said as his expression grew more serious.

A giggle escaped the game designer. "Oh my, well let's hope something happens before that timer hits zero. This seems like too much fun to get a game over without leaving this room."

7:55 A.M Day One

Dining Car

Dining Area

Axel mutters in his sleep as his head is pressed against his arms. The boy begins to slowly come to with a long yawn, when he realized he was seated at a table. The boy had neck length, wild and unkempt blonde hair and dark green eyes. He was rather short with a thin build with a layer of muscle that was more centered in his right leg as his left was a robotic leg. There are faint burn marks where the metallic limb began. He wore a black overcoat with a grey T-shirt and shorts. The shorts covered just enough to where the burn marks on his left leg aren't visible. He sported a cream colored scarf as well as a necklace ending in what appeared to be dog tags. He slowly blinked the sleep out of his eyes and examined his surroundings. He seemed to be sitting in a rather well kept dining area. There were four tables with two chairs on either side of them. It was clear that this was the interior of a train. He could barely make out white plumes of snow between the reinforced metal plates covering most of the windows. He also registered a digital timer that was ticking away along one of the walls. His gaze fixated though on a girl who sat a few feet away who seemed to be waking up.

She was short but had some slightly defined muscles. The girl sported medium length twin-tails styled hair with the right side being a neon green, and the left side being a light green. She had blue eyes and a pale complexion. She wore a large mud-green coat with several pockets, a plain white t-shirt, a brown skirt over grey jeans, and a pair of leaf-green Combat boots.

"Nyeeeeh, where am I?", Eline yawned as she sat up from the adjacent table before examining the extravagant looking room around them.

The scent of freshly baked bread seemed to hang in the air along with scent of cleaning chemicals that seemed to saturate the floor.

Axel offered a weak smile before offering a small wave of his hand. "I dunno, my head really hurts, but hey at least this place isn't bad on the eyes."

The girl was quiet a moment as she rifled through her jacket to check her belongings, before curiously pulling out a black and gold ticket. She examined it a moment before finally responding. "Yeah, were we abducted by a rich snob?" By the way, who are you? I am Eline Kinnie, known as the Ultimate Dealer. And I'm not talking about Casinos here.", she said, finishing her sentence with a smirk as she pried her gaze from the ticket.

"Name's Axel Ueda! I'm known as the Ultimate Soccer Player!" The boy practically yelled. He seemed unnaturally hyper and excited,almost like a kid in a candy store. "Nice to meet you, Eline."

"So, what do you deal?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious and oblivious to her hinting.

"Nice to meet you too, captain Axel. And It's drugs that are my specialty.", she said nonchalantly," Or anything you would come by illegally.", she then looked at the ticket in her hand, "Oh, looks like this will tell us WHY the rich snob kidnapped us!"

"Wait, Illegally? But that's against the law, right?" he muttered. His eyes flew to the ticket she held in her hand, as he dug into his own pockets and fished a similar one out. Eline would hear the distinct sound of metal as he did so.

"Relax,I don't do it anymore. I'm being reformed into the Ultimate Saleswoman. Hope's Peak, probably doesn't want too many criminals.", she answered with a grin. "Take a look at these tickets though, that sounds pretty ominous don't ya think?"

The Ultimate Soccer Player read the text scribbled on the front of the ticket. "One entry onto the Railway of Despair, please keep this on your person at all times. You're right Eline, that really makes my stomach turn. What do you think it means?"

The Saleswoman shrugged. "Beats me, though it does remind me of those kids at Hope's Peak. "

"Wait you mean you think this could be connected to those nut-jobs that were causing so much trouble around the globe? I mean what are the odds of us getting caught into something like that?" Axel asked feigning a smile though he could feel his pulse quickening.

"Well it seems that killing games have become an inevitable occupational hazard for ultimates nowadays. At least I think it's one.", Eline surmised.

"Uh I'm just going to pretend like you didn't say that." he nervously stammered, his eyes darting back and forth, before focusing on the countdown on the wall. He jumped out of his seat, hurrying towards it. His metallic prosthetic limb glinting in the light as he made his way across the room. "Hey, what's this?"

"Looks like we're on some sort of deadline. I like the shiny leg by the way, does that make kicking balls easier or harder?" Eline asked with a bemused smile.

Axel glanced over his shoulder. "What was that?" he questioned before looking down at his leg "Oh yeah! This old thing." he laughed "Funny story, I was abducted by aliens and they were like 'hey! wanna cool robot leg?' and of course I had to say yes." he joked.

The pair fell silent a moment as the both registered the faint sound of voices coming from the adjacent kitchen door that was sealed shut.

"Hah well as much fun as this is we should probably try to figure out what's going on. If this is something connected to the despair movement, we need to know how many players are in the game." Eline pointed out as she slowly stood up.

The Soccer Player nodded in agreement. "Yeah sounds like we're not alone, hopefully someone else knows more than we do."

The former dealer smirked. "We seem to be of a like mind. Come on Captain Axel, let's find out who else is aboard this train."

A faint blush graced the boy's face as he nodded and approached the sealed kitchen door. The pair could hear someone forcefully trying to open the door from the far side, however it remained unmoving. Though voices could be heard, it was impossible to discern them even at this proximity.

"I don't see any kind of lock on this side, and if there was one on that side, I'm sure they would have already found it," Axel mused.

"Perhaps, there is a trick to open this.", Eline suggested.

"A trick?" Axel questioned as he faced her for a moment. "What are you suggesting?"

"It's just a theory, but maybe there's a hidden switch. Or this ticket does something," Eline pondered.

However before Axel could respond a loud horn could be heard before a series of speakers in the room crackled to life. "Ahem, this is your Conductor Akakuma speaking. I hope you all are beary comfortable upon the Railway of Despair. We've just begun our maiden voyage. If you'll all convene in the dining car, my staff will greet you and help you get settled for your journey." A giggle seemed to follow the soft voice, before the speakers abruptly shut off.

In the moments that followed several of the sealed doors began to slid open with a hiss.

Soon the passengers aboard the Railway would find themselves united in the Dining Car.

However they had no idea what awaited them, nor the dangers that lay along this perilous journey...

8 Survivors Remain

*AN* So begins the first chapter of the fanfic adaptation of Railway of Despair! For anyone who is unaware, this story was adapted from an RP conducted on Discord. It is canonical and will fit alongside the rest of the series. I wanted to bring it to life, so that the events of this story are accessible to those who may or may not be familiar with rp or our discord server. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! =)

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