Author's Note:
This story involves my Thomas the Tank Engine OC, Daniella (debuted in Don't Fear the Reaper) and her adventures and influence on Chuggington after she somehow got lost and found her way there. As of now, I don't know how long this story will go on, or what exactly will happen. However, please don't take it too seriously. It is merely a fanfic, and one that's based on some silly ideas that have been batted around between me and a few friends.
She didn't know where she was, or how she got there. All she knew was that she was lost in a sickly saccharine place that made absolutely no sense to her.
Daniella grumbled in annoyance as she carefully rounded another sharp bend. Though the tracks were the right gauge for her wheels, everything was laid out as if for engines far smaller and more agile than herself. As she got her rear bogie safely onto straighter track, a loud DING-DONG! Interrupted her thoughts.
"Attention newcomer! We weren't expecting any visitors today. Who and what are you?"
Looking to her side, Daniella saw the source of the voice she had just heard. "What the hell…" she breathed, looking at the talking signal post in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't hear you. Speak up, please." The odd-looking signal post spoke again, all while moving on its own volition.
"Name's Daniella. What in the world are YOU? 'Scuze me, but I've never seen a talking signal post before!" Daniella replied.
"I'm Vee," the signal post replied. However, as she began explaining what she was and her purpose, Daniella had slinked off while muttering "I am really lost!"
Figuring that she would find her own way out of there if she kept at it, Daniella continued to navigate the odd railway. This strange place unnerved her, as it was completely alien to her. Far too colorful and cheery for her liking, and everything seemed so bright and cutesy. Indeed, it was all very off putting to the seasoned scrapper.
What Daniella had not yet noticed was the fact that to the resident chuggers, she looked like a massive, frightening monster. No one in Chuggington had ever seen anything like her.
Wilson, Koko and Brewster were playing tag when they saw her. The big, black engine with a massive, sharp claw attachment was slowly passing by, catching their attention.
"W-W-What's that?!" Brewster said, trembling.
Daniella looked in their direction, her one red eye focusing on the three of them. For a tense moment, they exchanged glances. Then, Daniella spoke: "Can someone tell me where the fuck I am? I'm lost."
"This is Chuggington," Koko squeaked nervously. "I…see you're not from around here."
"Obviously!" both Wilson and Daniella muttered. There was yet another awkward moment of silence, then Daniella smiled. These strange engines were rather cute, she thought.
"I think she's friendly," Wilson said to his friends.
"It's ok guys, you can come out," said Koko.
Out from the sidings came Zephie, Hoot and Toot. All three stared in wonder at the strange newcomer.
"I'm not so sure, guys…" Brewster said nervously.
"It's not nice to judge someone because of how they look, Brewster," said Zephie.
"I know that—but she looks dangerous!" said Brewster.
Hoot and Toot, however, were anything but shy, and both started bombarding Daniella with questions.
"Whoa, whoa, one at a fuckin' time!" Daniella exclaimed.
"Fuckin'?" Hoot repeated.
"Aw fuck," Daniella muttered, realizing that she'd just said the F word in front of a group of youngsters.
"I've never heard that word before," said Toot.
"I wonder what it means," said Hoot.
"Hey miss, what does fuck mean—where'd she go?" Toot asked, but Daniella had quickly moved away from them.
"I wanna know what fuck means," Hoot whined.
"I know, let's ask Chatsworth!" said Toot.
"Great idea!" Hoot replied, and the two darted off.
"I'm gonna go find that new chugger, wanna come with?" said Koko.
"Sure thing!" Wilson replied enthusiastically.
"I dunno…I think I'm gonna go help Eddie and Hodge…" Brewster said, feeling quite unnerved.
Lori was taking her break when Hoot and Toot pulled up, looking very excited.
"Lori! Lori, guess what!" Toot exclaimed.
"We learned a new word!" Hoot added.
"We don't know what it means though," said Toot.
"FUCK!" they both shouted.
Lori dropped the sandwich she was eating as the twins darted off. "Morgan-!" she shouted.
Chatsworth was napping peacefully when Hoot and Toot rudely woke him up.
"Chatsworth, what does fuck mean?" said Hoot.
"How rude!" Chatsworth exclaimed. "Where did you hear that word?!"
"That weird chugger over there," said Hoot.
"Hey, there she is!" Toot said.
"Aw fuck, not those two," Daniella muttered as she took off around a bend.
"Hoot and Toot! I don't know who or what that is, but you shouldn't be repeating those rude words she said!" Chatsworth said sternly.
Hoot and Toot weren't the only ones who had learned some rather off-color words from Daniella. Wilson was in the middle of one of his lessons when he accidentally bumped into some cars. "Dammit!" he exclaimed.
"Wilson! What did you just say?!" Dunbar exclaimed.
"I said 'dammit'. That new chugger says it instead of 'bumpers'," Wilson replied.
"New chugger…?" Dunbar said, puzzled.
"Yeah, she's a lot different than us, and she talks differently too. She says 'dammit' instead of 'bumpers' and instead of big, BIG bumpers' she says, 'goddamn fucking shit'." Said Wilson.
Dunbar gasped. "Wilson! I don't want you saying those words!" he said.
"Awww why not?" Wilson said, pouting.
"Those are bad words!" Dunbar spluttered.
Brewster was waiting by a signal when Koko approached him. "Oh Brewster! It's your turn to pull the shit cars!" she said.
"The what cars?" Brewster asked, bewildered.
"The shit cars!" Koko said, giggling. "You know, the manure cars! Shit means poo, and manure is poo!"
"Oh, great…" Brewster said sarcastically.
Koko rolled off, singing to herself, "shit shit shit, shit shit shit!"
"Koko!" Vee exclaimed, "Where in the world did you hear that word?!"
"That new chugger said it, and she said it means poo," Koko said, giggling. "It's fun to say, shit!"
"Koko go straight to the Chug Wash and have your filthy mouth washed out! And if you see that strange chugger again, tell her to do the same!" Vee said, irritated.
Brewster groaned. "I knew that one was nothing but trouble!" he said, and went to do his jobs. All that day, he became increasingly unnerved. He didn't want to admit it to anyone, but the strange newcomer scared him. That night, as everyone was settling down in their sheds, Brewster nervously waited for Wilson to return. Koko was already in her shed as she had been grounded after having her mouth washed out five times for saying "shit", "fuck", "bitch", "cunt", and "piss" respectively.
In the shed next door, Hoot and Toot were bickering with each other, while using some very rough language which they had picked up from the foreign scrapper.
"You got me in trouble, dammit!" Toot griped.
"No, I didn't! You're a dumbass!" said Hoot.
"Hey! I'm not a dumbass you shithead!" Toot retorted.
"Fuck-face!" Hoot shot back.
"Asshole!" said Toot.
"Ass—um—cocker!" Hoot said, and the two of them burst into giggle fits.
Brewster whimpered as Wilson backed into his shed.
"What's the matter, Brewster?" Wilson said, noticing his friend's unusually nervous attitude.
"I'm not sure I like all these bad words…" Brewster murmured.
"Dickhead!" Toot exclaimed, and the twins erupted into laughter. Brewster backed all the way into his shed and shut the door.
"Well…goodnight Brewster," said Wilson.