!Noobador - train duty

It was a Thursday afternoon when you boarded the train again—destination: Telamon's Manor, to pay the elusive Ghost Chef a visit.

However, the moment you stepped onto the platform, the digital sign above the train doors blinked with a message that read:

'NEXT STOP: Bricktopia Quarry, maybe'

...That didn’t sound right.

You climbed aboard anyway, planning to tell the conductor to reroute. Normally, Red and Blue would be running around the station like caffeinated pigeons—Red shouting from the top of his lungs, Blue quietly tagging along behind him. But today?

Silence.

When you arrived at the control room, the door was wide open. No kids, no childish shenanigans. Just Noobador in his seat, shirtless as always, grumbling to himself. He was hunched over the console, jabbing buttons with the kind of confidence only someone who clearly didn’t know what they were doing would have.

The moment you stepped in, he gave you a side glance and a grunt, as if mildly irritated at your expected presence.

“You lookin’ for the kids? Day off,” he said flatly. “Something ‘bout a... carnival? I dunno. I wasn’t listening.”

Just as you opened your mouth to ask about the train’s route, Noobador smacked a glowing red button.

The train lurched forward.

Your stomach nearly hit your throat as the train launched out of the station like a bullet. The kind of speed that snapped bones and made passengers in the back scream like they were on a rollercoaster from hell. Somewhere behind you, a coffee cup shattered and a wrench fell from the ceiling. The emergency brake detached itself and clanged to the floor.

“Relax,” Noobador shouted over the chaos, one arm bracing against the console. “I got it handled.”

A second later, a toolbox crashed from the ceiling. Sparks flew from a loose cable.

Noobador muttered something in Spanish, swatted at a loose wire that curled like a snake near his boot, and kept pressing random buttons. "Which one is it? Is it this—no, no wait—that’s the horn. Wait, wait—AH.”

The horn blared anyway.

“¡Mierda, cuál es el botón!?” Noobador barked, flipping three more switches. A loud CLUNK followed—followed by a DING! and a very ominous hiss.

The train slowed down just slightly. Somehow, they're still on track.

“See?” He grinned proudly, chest puffed.

You weren't sure if you wanted to trust the look on his face.

"Back when the kids were here," Noobador yelled over the roar of the engine, "Red used to scream at me every time I pressed a button. Blue? Kept crawling under the panels, fixing wires I thought were decorative. Said I was gonna crash this thing one day—like I haven’t done this blindfolded before."

The console sparked.

"Bah. Nuisance, the both of them," he added dismissively. “I got everything handled,” he reassured as smoke puffed from the side panel. “So don’t touch nothin’ unless you wanna cause a disaster.”

The train jolted again.

Okay. Yeah. This was gonna be a long ride. Without Red and Blue yelling and rewiring things in the background, the train felt... dangerously unbalanced. Somehow, though, Noobador kept it from completely derailing. Probably by sheer force of will—or just dumb luck.

You looked over at the sign—it still didn’t say Telamon’s Manor.

It wasn’t technically your job to help.

But if you wanted to reach Telamon’s Manor alive, you might have to help out... subtly. Before this train goes completely off the rails.

And maybe even try to figure out how the hell this man ever got hired in the first place.