#the way he's so concerned for his well-being..... HIC SOB SNIFFLE UHUHUHUUUUUUUU WAHHHHH

[bruhstation]

literally had to close my mouth with my both hands while reading this. this is an absolutely STELLAR read

also I can’t stop thinking about this line in particular. mfw something that used to bring me joy now just makes me feel hurt...... oh so so cruel

Universal Mishap (A Short Casa Tidmouth Fic)

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We all know that in the alternate universe, labelled “Casa Tidmouth”, fate has never been really kind to Gordon. But one day, fate decided to give back to Gordon just a little bit. However, I truly emphasize on the fact that it was only a little bit...

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It was a very rainy day on Sodor, but it was also a busy day for the workers. Many were with their engines, waiting for their passengers to come aboard, and some were waiting for their trucks to deliver. A splatter and splosh came when Gordon arrived in Knapford Station. The walls were rather damp and the rain came down hard. The hall was filled with many visitors, that the station was rather cramped.

Gordon walked down the puddle-ridden floors, making sure he didn't slip. Passing through, he stopped and took a look at Sodor's Rumours. And there he saw what he didn't want to be reminded of everyday:

SODOR NEWS NWR'S EMPLOYEES DROPPING DEAD LIKE FLIES!

Here on Sodor News, drivers in the North Western Railway have been starting to disappear with no trace. The reason for this event is unknown, however.

Many of the police have been looking for the missing drivers, as they were an important part to this railway.

“What a shame, what a shame”, said one. “I knew one of them. He was a very kind soul, and I'd say he was friends with many people. I don't know what cruel person would wanna lay a finger on him”....

Gordon stopped there as he couldn't stare at it any longer. Waking up alone was already hard enough. His heart had sunk deeper and deeper the more he read the article. He shifted his attention to the rain. The earthly smell and the calming sound reminded him of another rainy day he had with two other people, whom he cherished very much...

“Gordon, look!”

“Oh, bother. It's raining...Henry, do you have an umbrella?”

“What? Why are you asking me? I wasn't aware it was going to rain.”

“Well boo-hoo, neither did I. Edward?”

“Nope. Sorry, Gordon. Looks like we’re all gonna get damped here. Oh, here it comes!”

“Heavens sake! I just got this dried!”

“The rain isn’t that bad, Henry.”

“Huh...wait a minute....”

“Gordon? What are you...—”

“Here, get in.”

“Ah! Come on Henry!”

“Finally! Some shelter from this cursed weather!”

“Hahaha, we're all rather cramped up here! Not that I don't mind.”

“Pah! Of course. It's always an honor to be under the rain with me. After all, I was the one who came up with this clever idea.”

“Well, congratulations, Mr. Cleversome. So wonderful of you to help us ’damsels in distress' with the rain.”

“You were the one complaining about it, you hypocrite!”

“Hush, you two! That's enough. Now, let's go back home, shall we?”

He winced at the memory that was once jovial, now painful to think about. “If only you were still here with me”, he muttered under his breath. Gordon let out a heavy sigh as he turned away and continued walking down the station. “After all, I still have a student to train”, he said to himself.

But just as he was making his way down the crowd, he had a hard collision with someone. The person was just about to fall, until Gordon grabbed them.

At first, he was annoyed. He had enough to deal with this morning and didn't want to add more to his plate. He was just about to lecture them. “It’s okay, just.. please, watch where you’re going next ti....”

But his words trailed off when he saw who was in his arms.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

This person...was..rather old. His skin was wrinkled and he had an average structure. He was shorter than Gordon. His hair had been grayed out with two whiter streaks showing, and he wore a black collared shirt accompanied by a blue vest that had a number 2 imprinted on his right arm, and vibrant overalls, all with red and gold touches. His frail skin had beautiful ivory patches all over it, and most importantly, glasses, that looked similar to the ones put on his face right now. Gordon couldn't believe what he was staring at, and refused to do so. Until, the person opened his voice....

“...Gordon? What happened to you?”, he said in an concerned voice. “You look pale, and...your eyes.. You look terrible! What's the matter?”

His voice was tender and gentle, but the hints of firmness and hoarseness was enough for Gordon to tremble in realization.

To say he was shocked is an understatement. He was terrified. “I must be dreaming”, he thought, as his chest grew tighter and tighter. “This can’t be possible...”

He looked down at the man with a mix of emotions; regret, misery, shock and fear. But the image of this mysterious person only made Gordon hold him tighter. It's feels the same way when he once held one of his friends like this. He felt warm, reassured, safe... But the feeling in his body made him wake up to the reality that this person isn't his, and it made him feel bitter. It was a long moment of silence before Gordon finally spoke...

“...Edward..?”

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You know, maybe we should call this the “Let's Torture Gordon” show instead of “Casa Tidmouth”! /j

I got this idea after looking at @hkpika07 's crossover comic. I liked the idea of torturing Gordon with someone who made him feel happy, but isn't his. I'm kinda happy with how this came out lol

Okie thas it i hope ya like it!

(Casa Tidmouth! Gordon belongs to @bruhstation . The Edward in here is mine.)