The following is a persona 4 and saw Xover. I don't own persona, saw, or any of it's intellectual proporties. On another note, since the main character of persona 4 doesn't really have a name I just decided to use the one I gave him in the game; 'Altair'.
"Ah crap, we missed the train!" Yosuke skidded to a stop at the end of the platform, gasping for breath. "We could of caught it is somebody didn't have to go to the bathroom."
"Well excuse me," Yukiko huffed. "The train ride is three hours long, and I didn't think I would last the whole way."
"Well, either you look at it; it seems we've no choice but to wait for the next one. Though it's a pity we're separated from the rest of the class."
"Naoto; could you stop making so much sense for once in your life, it's kind of a kill joy..." Yosuke muttered.
The group was just returning from their exchange trip to Port Island. It was a great opportunity for them to learn about student life outside of their quaint little town of inaba. After an eventful weekend of touring and shopping they were due to return home, Chie didn't want to leave; Altair on the other hand, considered the trip wasted. He thought he could use this outing as a chance to get closer to Yukiko, but through some cruel twist of fate, he was unable to arrange any sort of alone time with her. He cast a quick glance at her now on the platform station and couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful girl in his life. Though his feelings for her were strong, his aloof maverick nature made confessing to her seem like a distant possibility.
"Brrr...It's getting a little chilly out here," Chie chattered.
"How could you possibly be cold with that windbreaker on?" Yosuke chastised her.
"Oh, Yosuke I swear you really-"
"Knock it off you two," Altair said.
And that's all it took. Altair was in a way, the unspoken senior of the group. His manner of speaking was so direct and sober, that the others couldn't help but to obey what he said.
"Ah, the train's approaching," Naoto said.
Everyone gathered their shopping bags and suitcases and waited for the great engine to shudder to a stop.
"Hey, why don't we ride in the last car?" Chie suggested.
"And why should we do that?" Naoto asked her.
"Because we could have it all to ourselves. Nobody ever rides the last car on a train."
"Yeah, I heard a myth like its haunted or something," Yukiko added. "If you ride the last car on a train you end up with bad luck or something."
"If you say so," Altair snorted and walked off to the back of the train.
The rest of the group followed him and boarded the last car. They stowed their bags and luggage in the available racks and made themselves comfortable. As the train began to roll away from the station, Yukiko rolled down a window and leaned out of it to catch a last glimpse of port island. Altair, who was sitting right across from her, could see right up skirt of her school uniform. He saw her white panties underneath her dark pantyhose and he thought he'd never breathe again.
"So, what are we gonna do for three hours to keep from going insane?" Yosuke asked.
Naoto withdrew a small book from her backpack and was instantly lost to the rest of the group. "Anyone else? Yosuke asked the rest of them.
"Ooh! Ooh! I'll show you all the neat stuff I bought from one of the Port island gift shops!" Chie chirped.
"No one wants to see all the buttons and stuffed animals you got at some cheap gift shop." Yosuke said.
"Ugh! Why do you always give me such a hard time, you jerk!"
"Because he must like you," Altair suggested
"As if..." Yosuke said shiftily.
"I knew it." Naoto said from behind her book.
The group shared a laugh as the train rolled through a dark tunnel. About halfway through, the train began lose speed, and then stopped altogether.
"Hey, why'd we stop?" Chie said.
"Sometimes this happens." Naoto offered. "They may need to let another train by or something."
They waited for about ten minutes and there was no sign of any other train.
"This is getting weird," Yosuke fretted. "Maybe that myth had some truth to it."
"Relax," Altair said simply.
A few more minutes of silence passed with no change in their situation.
Suddenly, Chie spoke up, "Hey, does anyone else feel sleepy?"
"Now that you mention it, I'm a bit drowsy," Yukiko said while rubbing her eyes.
Altair could feel it to; he suddenly was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He wasn't at all worried, maybe this was just jet lag or something. But that's when Naoto fell out of her seat at collapsed to the floor.
"Oh, god, Naoto!" Chie jumped up and tried to get to her. She took a few dizzy steps and then fell to the ground.
"Dude, what the fu...." Yosuke never finished his sentence before he passed out too.
Altair made a last ditch effort to reach Yukiko and maybe bring her to safety, but he only got as far as raising his hand before his vision faded to black.
***
Altair awoke slowly from his mysteriously induced slumber. He found that he hadn't moved an inch from his original position. He cast a quick panicked look around the car to find that he was completely alone. He stood slowly on his unsteady legs and tried to make sense of his situation. He looked out one of the windows but only the darkness of the train tunnel shone through. Altair forced himself to breathe slowly in an effort to keep him from panicking. He revolved slowly on the spot, and that's when he saw it; a huge question mark painted in red on the car's door, and hanging from the ceiling in front of it was a mini tape recorder. Now Altair was panicked; none of those things were there before, but just where the hell did they come from? And where was everyone else? Altair's first response was to run to the cars' backdoor. He reached out to grab the handle but stopped himself short. There was an unmistakable sensation that was emanating from the handle; it tingled its way up Altair's arm the closer he got to the handle; it was electricity. "What the hell?" he sobbed out loud. He tried one of the windows, only to find that they had been electrified as well. "Shit..." Now Altair knew he had no other choice, so he slowly reached out a shaky hand and retrieved the tape recorder.
He hesitated before he pressed the play button, knowing that whatever was on that tape had absolutely no possibility of being good. He finally summoned his mental strength and pressed the button, and was greeted with a voice that was sure to haunt him in many-a-thousand nightmares:
"Hello, Altair, and welcome to your intervention. So far along your life you have simply moved from place to place and person to person, never investing any common interest in any sort of relationship of any kind. To put it simply, you've just been going with the motions. While most people hide their true selves behind layers of deception and self denial, you seem to have nothing to hide. Your actions are straightforward and your words always reveal your purpose perfectly. Your method of getting through life is changing yourself simply by changing your behavior. It could be argued that you don't really have a personality at all, and it's by this flaw of character that I accuse you, Altair.
By opening the door before you, you will start a forty-five minute timer and the train will begin to move. When that timer expires, this train will crash into the very station that it departed from. The only way to stop it is to engage the manual brake in the front car's cockpit. To reach the front car, you must pass a series of tests. To move forward through each one, you will have to put your conformities on full display; only by adapting to the personalities of each of the subjects you will face, will you be able to reach your goal. So I ask you, Altair, will you finally be able to form a meaningful connection with the people who need you most? Let the game begin.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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