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hi postal fans...... i reached a milestone on twt so i drew a request in celebration :-3

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The first is the ref sheet that I got from the creator OH RATS on DA and the second was created for me by @jellikandii

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And his pet Step On A Lego

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Five Over

Rain pelts against the windshield of his Cadillac. He can't see a foot infount of him but he's not slowing down. 150 and rising rapidly says the spedo. It's slower than he's used to going. He's used to being bumper to bumper, door to door with all his fellow racers. But this times different, this times he's not on a controlled track, he doesn't have the stadium lights blaring down on him or the rapid flashes of rainbow coming from every other racer. All he has is lighting falshing around, his headlights bounce of the sheet of rain infront of him blinding him from seeing the little bit of road he needs. So he turns them off. Tears poor out of his eyes, snot runs down his chin soaking his shirt collar.

 He can't believe it, he just got everything he wanted. He had won the Piston cup. He has landed sponsorships and aced all the interviews. He had friends, true friends, ones that didn't want him for his fame and money, he had people that call him on his bullshit and pull him into line when he gets too cocky. He had finally gotten a crew chief, one that he wasn't gonna turn away for nothing, one who actually got him, one that was there to pick him up when he was down, one that actually cared about him. But that's gone now and it's his fault.

180...181...182...183... Hud would kill him if he saw him like this. Racing around the Butte like a mad man. He can feel his tries slip more and more each time he goes around the track. It's only a matter of time before he finally goes off that last turn. It's only a matter of time before he lets go of the wheel and lets faith decide his future. 

It's shouldn't have been like this, it should have been him not Doc, never Doc. It should have been him going out like James Dean not Hud, not his Hud. He wasn't even going that fast, just five over limit the cops said. 

"It's my fault... It's all my fault!" Monty shouts with a sob as he hits his hands against the stearing wheel causing the car to swerve.

It's his fault. If he didn't fall off that ladder helping Sally, his Hud wouldn't of even been on that road if he didn't call him. If he didn't joke about a broken skull.

195...196...197...198... He doesn't know how long he's been out here, for all he knows it's been a few minutes. He can feel the ground under the tires getting weaker but he doesn't care, doesn't slow down.

He see can feel that last turn coming up, his hand instinctively going for the handbrake. "G-o left to go right, go left-left to go right, go left to-" He sobs to himself before he is cut off.

'Hey dirt boy, show me what you've got.' With those words, he finally lets go.