#alrick infinity train

[jacksope-lives]

Another chapter of ghost shenanigans!

Summary: After waking up on a strange train with ghost! Alrick still around, Amelia attempts to figure out what exactly is going on.

[scribblenator]

my september

[againwiththeturtles]

alrick timmens loves his wife so goddamned much it makes him look stupid, but luckily she loves him back so much it makes her look like . a mad scientist

[manila-bean]

im so normal abt them rn

[onedeadkitty]

HMMMMMMMMmm :/

[trauma-express]

Emperor Aloysius mentioning his ‘Missus’ is very hilarious with the later implication he was one of Amelia’s closest attempts at making Alrick (the voice and glasses)

imagine desperately trying over and over to bring back your late lover and not only is one of your most successful attempts a turtle but he marries someone else I don’t know what I’d do

[ultimate-tragic-couples-showdown]

Round 1d - Poll 5

Timothy Rand & Rolan Deep (JRWI: Blood In the Bayou) vs Amelia Hughes and Alrick Timmens (Infinity Train)

[shslargue]

wrong number, miss hughes!

[randommstufff]

[hueghost]

Might post a few more sketches on this account before I decide to officially delete or archive everything. 🔥

[jayyokayy]

So I watched A Space Odyssey a bit ago. Personally, I enjoyed it! Mainly the discovery part of the movie, and I like the novels better. I've always liked books more than movies, to be fair, but the books explain whats going on quite nicely.

Anyways, I was thinking… Aliens building things trying to help humanity? Monolith? Train? Maybe? Wormholes? AIs? AU! Here's some doodles from that train of thought :P

[jacksope-lives]

A new story begins! This time focused on Amelia, a character who’s basically given no attention by me. Hopefully this rectifies it nicely.

Summary: Amelia is failing to deal with the grief over losing Alrick, and when strange and unexplainable occurrences start happening around their old apartment, she’s pushed to the brink.

[jesse-cosay]

Kiss in grief

Amelia and Alrick

She had to attend.

Alrick was her fiance. Not quite married, but that had never mattered. He was her childhood best friends. Her partner in crime.

Her everything.

So she had to be there.

She had to attend.

If not for Alrick, then maybe for herself. She'd felt so alone in her grief up until now. Maybe- maybe seeing people- everyone who loved him-

Well. She was willing to try. He would want her to try.

Except this fucking sucked.

Amelia was never the type for formal events. She'd always pull Alrick aside- or he would tell her jokes the whole time. Anything to lighten the tension.  But nothing could lift the weight of this room. Not when there was no Alrick to curl his finger around hers. To mutter about the ridiculous old lady with a hat far too big for her head. Or the children, so clearly excited to see one another. Chattering in the back, completely oblivious to the gaping hole that swallowed all happiness sitting in the front of the room. Right next to Amelia. She only wished she could be so lucky as to ignore it.

"My condolences." He offered his hand to Amelia, shaking it firmly before turning to Alrick's mother beside her.

It was a never-ending line. People greeted Alrick. Greeted Amelia. Apologized for something- something they had nothing to do with. And then they left just as easily.

But the feeling in her heart wasn't something she could walk away from. She couldn't turn from the pain in her chest the way everyone else seemed to.

She leaned over, resting a hand gently on Mrs. Timmens's back. "Excuse me, I just- I need a moment."

Realistically she knew the line would die down. Eventually. But it felt so overwhelming.

All these people who loved Alrick. And not a single one of them was like her. Of course none of them had cared for him the way she had. How could they? Amelia would have known. Would have noticed if Alrick had been that close with someone.

Even Mrs. Timmens- she was his mother. Of course, she was sad. But she'd lost her husband the previous year. Ever since she'd heard the news it was like- it was like she went back to that moment. Losing her husband all over again. Not- not Alrick.

The sadness she felt was for someone else, it was like a repeating nightmare. But Amelia was completely cognizant. Painstakingly aware of her surroundings.

She only wished she could be as blissfully numb.

It was easy to slip away. The crowd that had gathered for Alrick's wake- Amelia didn't even recognize half of them. They didn't recognize her, either. Just friends of the family. Or friends of friends. No one important. No one that could see her and know that this loss was her's to bear.

It was a bit more cathartic to watch from a distance. With every person that had apologized and given her their condolences- she'd realized there was no real comfort in the words or the action. It wasn't for Amelia to feel better. It was Amelia comforting everyone else.

Tiring was the only word to describe it.

Just because she'd known him best- now she had to- to what? Relieve everyone else of that grief? Carry all of it herself? It made her feel sick.

"Excuse me," a woman stood next to her. Face bright red and her eyes glassy. It was the most bent out of shape of anyone Amelia had seen so far. Aside from herself.

"I just- I knew Alrick really well. He'd be so proud of you." Her voice wobbled as she spoke. Straining to get the words out.

"I'm so sorry, I just, could I-?" Without finishing her sentence she pulled Amelia into a tight hug. Squeezing her as if she could pull her inside her heart. Share the swirling emotion inside their hearts.

She sighed as she pulled away. Catching Amelia's eyes in hers. "You're amazing. Never forget how much he loves you, Amanda."

Without a moment to spare, she turned, heading off to some of Alrick's other family members.

This had to be a joke. Some cosmic entity was torturing Amelia. Testing her. What the fuck else could this be?

She could still feel the weight of the hug. The tackiness clinging to her skin, making her itchy. Amelia hissed as she marched off. Determined to put as much distance between her and everything. All of it.

A fat lot of good it did her. Leaving the service early to hide in her apartment the way she'd originally planned.

Her living room floor was just as unforgiving as the relentless apologies. As cold-hearted as the world that has stripped her of all reason and will. And told her to keep on going.

There was a picture frame beside her. She used to keep it on the end table, but there was no point now. Not when it hurt so much to look at.

That didn't stop her from clutching it now. Pressing a kiss to the smiling face in the portrait.

"I never got to say my vows," she sighed. "It was supposed to be you and me forever. Not just me."

"I can't do it if it's just me."

Alrick wouldn't want this for her. He hadn't wanted to die and leave her behind. It was never supposed to be like this.

He'd hate to see what a mess she'd become without him.

[againwiththeturtles]

laughing at the idea of fiddleford and alrick being penpals in the 80s thru some kind of coding enthusiast org. 2 doomed guys who have wildly different problems.

imagine how a letter would go between them when things start getting weird: "dear fiddleford, i'm sorry to hear you'll be pausing your work on personal computers. i'd been looking forward to becoming your first customer. (and doing my work at the park!) your college friend sounds a little unstable to be honest, but i trust your judgment, ignore me lol. anyway things are going amazingly with my wife who i love so much. we've decided to pick up motocross racing! signing off, alrick"

[infinit8ion]

Big fan of fucked-up Alrick fanart please send me fucked-up Alrick fanart.

[euphreana]

Happy Holidays y'all! I've been working with composer John G to create a little soundtrack for Close To Home! (More tracks coming soon!)