>>104641581A continuation of the bats on a train fan fiction script in the bat cinematic universe
Jets: Naur naur Naur!
The shouts from jets eccoed throughout the train which was ever second growing more cavernous, and damp.
Jets: How could this be happening to me?
Jets whimpered as the situation she was in was growing ever more dire. The rickity rackity of the train remained with the *krrch chkhah* sounds bouncing off the walls.
Jets was alone when she came into this train carts, and outside of the company of her Gilly's she hadn't planned to be spending time with anyone. Despite her plans jets was now in the company of a train carts cave thing full of giant bats. Smelly guano rich creatures who enjoy the taste of bloodsucking mosquitoes, and the feeling of claustrophobia in dimly lit places.
The bats seemed to be huddling together now. Jets watched as bat after bat piled into a winged mass, and formed a giga bat. The giga bat then fused with the ceiling light fixtures, and formed giga Mecha bat-o-bot.
Bat-o-bot: Hello all metcha fans. This train cart is actually the final battle ground where it (the ultimate question) will finally be solved. The question of whether bat mecha bots are better than Cynaps metcha, or whether Cynaps belongs in this world, and it's bat-o-bot that should step down, and eat humble pie.
the robotic sounds of steel, and electricity meshed with organics, and plastics guttered out, and as the sounds were made thousands of bats poured out, and were emitted from the bats mouth, and flatulent butthole as it mimced speech.
Jets: I don't want to fight you. I just like the metcha aesthetic. I like art. Not Martial arts. Goodbye to you sir.
Jets in a stern sure footed tone, and left the train cart to enter the next train cart.
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