Author's Note: Okay, this is a what-if story of another fic, starring Sarah.
Obviously, this is heavily inspired by legendofzeldarosks' Edventure of the Thousand Year Door. Think of this fic as a retelling of it, if you will. Like the original story I intend for this fic to have lots and lots of story twists.
So, without further ado, please sit back and enjoy!
"Oh dear…" some voice called out.
Sarah couldn't see anything, though she knew that her eyes were wide open.
"Dear, can you hear me?"
"Y-yeah, but I can't see. I'm blind! Where am I? Who are you?"
"We're on the Excess Express, I'm its conductor. Who are you, where are you from, are your parents around, why is there a puddle of water around you?"
"I-I don't know…"
She eventually regained her eyesight after a few hours and was offered a home and a job aboard the train which she later learned was a like a traveling hotel. Hopefully she could someday scrape together enough money to leave the train and travel the world.
Today was just another ordinary day for the red-head. First, at the crack of dawn she had to vacuum all the rugs, sweep the floors in the kitchen, and make sure that all the common guest areas were neat, clean, and tidy. Then, once all the guests were up and out of their cabins she had to clean all the rooms in her designated section of the train. Finally at dinner-time she had to take the role of a waitress. Sure, it was tough, daunting work. And sure, some of the guests were less then welcoming to the girl, but she felt she had to show her gratitude to the Conductor and the rest of the Excess Express staff.
By the time she was done with her enormous workload she was ready to plop down onto her bed and sleep the night away, but she didn't. She always had energy to play a quick game of cards with her fellow staff members late at night; so, after changing into her regular street clothes she walked to the abandoned dining hall and sat at the table where her two friends were sitting. They all turned to her and smiled; with her they were ready to start their game.
As usual, Sarah sat next to her friend, Wait T. This girl wasn't human and was a member of the Toad race, a group of small mushroom like people; she had a large purple spotted bulb on top of her head with long, purple pig tails sticking out. "Sarah, are…"
"You ready to…"
"Play some cards?"
Sarah had noticed the girl's abnormal matter of speaking. She had a habit of speaking only three syllables of a sentence before taking a quick break and continuing what she was saying. It was weird, and frankly it ticked her off the first time they met, she soon grew accustomed to it however and they became best friends.
"Yeah, sure, what're we playing today?" She looked at the rather large fish on the other side of the table. He wore a large, glistening white chef's hat and in his hand (fin?) he proudly held a stainless spatula. He was of the Cheep-Cheep race, a group of bloated fish who were able to dwell on land. This one was named Chef Shimi.
"I don't know, how about Black Jack?" He reached into his pocket and threw out a deck of cards.
"Okay," Sarah snatched away the cards and began dealing them, each of the three receiving two cards.
It was a tough life, and she hadn't regained her memory, but she was happy.
Her only wish was that she could stay like this forever. Unfortunately forever is a long time and wishes have a habit of not coming true, as she was soon to find out