Railshamon - ThomasNATION Fanstory (Part 2)
March 29, 2025
The constable closed his notebook. Every bit of Thomas' side of the story was documented.
"Thank you, Thomas." he said. "You're excused."
Thomas escorted the constable back to Percy and Diesel. The two of them looked at Thomas with a heap of tension.
"How'd it go?" asked Percy.
"I explained what happened." said Thomas. "But he needs to know more."
"Well, who's gonna talk to him next?" asked Diesel.
The constable stepped out of Thomas' cab and immediately pointed at Percy. "You. Green caterpillar."
Percy was a little offended. "Hah. Green caterpillar indeed."
"With me, Percy. Now."
Thomas gave one last look at Percy. "Good luck, buddy."
The constable led Percy back to the shunting yard. Percy was freaking out, practically hyperventilating.
"What's wrong, Percy?" asked the constable. "You seem...nervous."
"Uh, me?" Percy gasped. "No, no, no, I'm not nervous. I'm only sweating because it's...just so warm out."
"Percy," warned the constable, "I must remind you. You and your friends are under oath. Any lie you tell at this time will only incriminate you further. The truth, Percy."
Percy took a deep breath. "Truth is, I don't understand it either. I mean, today started out so...normal!"
The constable leaned in as Percy began to explain his side of the story.
"Good morning, everybody!" called Nia that morning. Percy woke up especially excited. He absolutely loved Sodor Day, and couldn't wait to get started on the celebrations.
"Oh dear," James smirked. "Percy with a smile that big can only mean one thing. Sodor Day."
"I know!" Percy laughed. "And this year's going to be the best one yet!"
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I was chosen to be-"
BANG! A loud biff interrupted Percy. It came from two engines shunting in the small sheds next to Tidmouth.
"...rude." grumbled Percy. "Anyway, I was chosen to be the leader of the Sodor Day Parade!"
"Were you actually?" asked Emily. "That's a huge honor."
"I know! I always wanted to lead the parade! I'm gonna spend the whole day getting ready and looking my best!"
Just then, Sir Topham Hatt pulled up in his car. He had a clipboard with the engines' jobs listed.
"Good morning, everybody." started Sir Topham Hatt. "Now, let's get started. Percy, I know you're excited about your special..."
Percy's face litup. He was hoping to be tasked with something really important, like delivering banners or even just getting a washdown.
"...but right now I need you to take some gravel up to Crosby."
Percy's face dropped. That was the last thing he wanted to hear. But then again, he didn't want to argue with Sir Topham Hatt.
"Yes, sir." Percy sighed before heading off. "I'll head to the quarry now."
Percy spent a good hour at the Blue Mountain Quarry getting his trucks filled with gravel. Dusty, dirty gravel.
"Is that all of it, Owen?" asked Percy.
"Not yet, Percy!" called Owen. "Just a bit more!"
Percy sighed, a little annoyed. "Alright, well, take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
"Percy! I heard your news!" said Skarloey. "Congratulations!"
"Er, thanks." Percy smiled, sheepishly as a little pebble bounced off his cab. "Do you know if there's a way I can fill these trucks without getting too dirty? I really need to be clean for my special."
"You could always take a trip to the washdown." suggested Skarloey.
"But what about my other jobs?"
"Sir Topham Hatt will understand." Skarloey smiled. "It's only a little dust."
Percy thought for a bit. There was a washdown en route to Crosby. Surely a quick stop couldn't hurt. "Alright, thanks! I needed that advice."
"There you go, Percy!" Owen shouted. "You're all good!"
And with that, Percy left. "Thanks again, Skarloey! Happy Sodor Day!"
On the way to Crosby, Percy had to make a quick stop at a level crossing. But more importantly, he was almost at the washdown. It was right there, in his sights.
"Okay, almost there." Percy chuckled to himself. "Just gotta wait this crossing out."
Just then, Diesel came over to Percy, panting. "Percy! Thank goodness I found you!"
Percy was confused. "Um...hi, Diesel. You doing okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine, I just have an urgent message from Sir Topham Hatt! He needs some china clay up at Vicarstown right now! You're the only engine that can do it!"
"Me?" asked Percy. "Well, I suppose so. Just let me get a wash and drop off this gravel, then I'll rush right over."
"Percy, there's no time for a wash, he needs it now!"
"But I'll only be five minutes!"
"Percy, I assure you." Diesel punctuated for emphasis. "There. Is no time. For a wash."
Percy thought for a second. He really needed a wash, but he didn't want to upset Sir Topham Hatt. "Well...alright. I'll head over now."
"Thanks, Percy." sighed Diesel. "I owe you a ton."
Percy was initially baffled by his detour, but there was still plenty of time for a washdown before the parade. But soon he was on his way to Vicarstown, dirtier than ever. He came up to a junction, right as Thomas was approaching. He was looking drowsy and annoyed, but more importantly, he wasn't stopping.
"THOMAS!" cried Percy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Thomas hit the brakes, but he bumped right into the side of one of the trucks.
"Percy, are you okay?" Thomas asked.
"Augh, come on!" Percy growled. "Watch where you're going, Thomas! I didn't need this today!"
Percy puffed away, soon regretting lashing out at Thomas. But soon, he got to Vicarstown, where he was in for some more confusion.
"But we didn't order any clay!" said the stationmaster.
"...you didn't?"
"Who told you to deliver clay here?"
"Sir Topham Hatt did. Diesel gave me the word."
"Hmm." the stationmaster thought. "Sounds to me like Diesel was toying with you. You should take that back to the clay pits."
Percy was a bit confused, but his trouble wasn't over yet.
"Look out!" cried Nia as she came up to the platform.
Percy stopped right in his tracks, but Nia bumped right into his train and...remember when Thomas bumped into Percy's truck? That punctured a hole in its side, and Nia's collision was the straw that broke the camel's back. The truck fell apart, spilling clay all over the tracks.
"Oh no!" Percy cried. "This is bad!"
"I'll make sure the platform is safe!" called Nia. "You make sure no one goes down this line!"
"Okay!" Percy whistled as he raced off. "Oh, I have a bad feeling about this!"
"Thomas!" Percy panted as he raced over to him at Crovan's Gate. "Stop!"
"What's wrong? And why are you so dusty?"
"There's no time! I was delivering clay up to Vicarstown, and then all of a sudden one of my trucks just burst open!"
"What?"
"Yeah! Now there's a massive lineup of clay at-"
"Coming through!" chirped Rebecca as she raced through the station.
Thomas and Percy looked at each other. "REBECCA!"
The two of them immediately gave chase. Percy was horrified at the consequences, knowing if he didn't stop Rebecca, it would be all his fault. Diesel even joined in on the chase, covered in soot, as they tried to stop Rebecca.
"Rebecca! REBECCA!" cried Thomas. "Stop this train!"
"What? Why?" asked Rebecca, before noticing the clay blocking the tracks.
"Rebecca! Slow down!" cried Nia.
Rebecca gasped in horror. "STOP THIS TRAIN!"
Her driver applied the brakes, but it was no use. Rebecca flew right off the rails, driving straight into the station, decimating the platform. Thomas, Percy and Diesel watched all the chaos unfold.
"What did I do?!" asked Diesel.
"I think you mean..." said Thomas. "...what did we do?"
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