Oh look it's good ol Bruk the Bugbear. What is he doing? Being evil and killing people, that's what.

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It was a calm morning as the early commuters relaxed on their journey toward the city, reading their newspapers, listening to music on their phones and sleeping as they prepared for another same old day of their lives. The carriage gently rocked to-and-fro atop the slightly chafed rail. The country was always taking its toll on the line, with the constant exposure from the elements meaning they required quite a lot of maintenance over time. Though in time, as one of the passengers perked their fuzzy ears up, mouth agape, something was off. This creaking and rocking were methodical. Purposeful. It seemed to be gaining in intensity, almost like a mighty heartbeat of a great beast. Checking out of the window he had reserved, he looked upon the horizon with a squint, almost able to make out the face of some strange fuzzy monster before the train jolted violently, sleeping passengers being rudely awoken and newspapers torn in twain as confusion began to arise, the thumping steadily becoming deeper and deeper, jerking the train in waves before an ear splitting, gruff yell erupted, ears almost immediately being clutched as it roared.

“QUIT FUCKIN’ RUNNIN AWEY!”

Bounding toward the speeding tube of metal that he was slowly gaining on with every mighty whump of his booted feet, Bruk quaked the earth with his colossal stomps as the metal sole of his boots cleaved the ground apart, their hobnails gouging into the craters that formed with every heavy footfall. With each and every step the metal railway would be immediately flattened out into twisted debris stuck in the floor, like a wire in a hydraulic press. It wasn’t long before the tips of Bruk’s boots were slamming down besides the final carriages, the passengers inside wailing and screaming in terror as the metal tip got closer and closer, throwing them around the interior and bouncing off the ceiling until-

*THOOM-CRUNCH*

With a mighty leap Bruk planted his boot right on top of the last 4 carriages, and in an instant they were compressed into foil. The commuters inside would only be able to comprehend the fear of their impending demise for a few fleeting moments before they were compacted into a sticky jam of flesh and gristle between the floor and ceiling which quickly became joined as one as the bugbear stomped his boot down, their consciousness wiped out in an instant.

With the tail end of the train pinned and flattened under the gigantic goblinoid’s footwear, the carriages at the front, tethered to the entirety of the vehicle, were forcefully tugged back. Some trams would be disconnected, soaring off towards the other end of the track as others had their wheels instantly folded and stuck in place as they welded to the metal rail below, leaving them stranded on the deadly trainway.

With an exasperated laugh, Bruk raised his boot, what remained of four trains pasted thoroughly into the print he made. Bits of debris stuck to the lugs of his hobnails as he strode over the helpless train, stamping on top of its front, leaving the middle spared from his heavy footfall. The other end of the transport met the same fate, as passengers tried to evacuate, desperately scrambling over each other as utter bedlam erupted, only to be quelled with the deadly treads of Bruk’s boots smashing them into paste. Unsatisfied, he lifted his heel and began to twist, further annihilating the poor innocents below into becoming one with the dirt and metal. Cackling as he squashed them out, the gigantic bugbear lifted his boot, the train becoming stuck to its filthy sole. With a scoff, Bruk kicked its tip onto the floor, the ground shaking like armageddon as the flattened remains of hundreds of people and the ravaged train came loose and fell to the floor inside yet another godly boot print.

“Ya wee fuckers, trying to run from Bruk? I’m gonnae crush every last one of you bugs FLAT!”

Bruk growled as he threatened the insects beneath his feet, none able to reach higher than the treads of his worn and trashed boots. He began walking again, like a predator circling its wounded prey he made no effort to avoid fleeing commuters, twisted trainlines, or anything else in his path. It seemed he had hit the jackpot, reaching a yard for railways to cross over, something he revelled in with a sick grin as he noticed the other connecting trains, stationary and ready to board, already full of victims who quickly attempted to flood out to no avail – the chaos and panic preventing an effective evacuation. Bruk took good note of it, kneeling and looking closely at the pathetic little train.

“Och, I’m gonnae enjoy exterminating you fuckers…” the bugbear snarled maliciously, his lips quivering in excitement, framed between the humongous fangs that curled out from the corners of his mouth. His hot breath penetrated the atmosphere of the cabin as some people of weaker constitution having to stop and hold their nose, some falling to their knees at the miasma of Bruk’s stale breath. It wasn’t long before he began to make himself comfortable, dropping his waist to the floor, his feet grinding out behind him and leaving a long divot in the earth on either side, debris and transport pushed aside as he lay prone, supporting his head atop his curled hand. Wiggling his grimy fingers over the top of the convoy of fleeing victims, Bruk let out another monstrous, grizzled chortle. His body slowly began to sink lower, leaning over onto the train in front of him, another unfortunate parked set of carriages beginning to flatten under his sweat-glossed pecs, not that he particularly cared. In fact, the sensation slightly annoyed him as he leaned, a problem he fixed by allowing his entire weight to drop, leaving more people compressed beneath his muscled chest.

As the titan tried his weight on the first carriage he saw, the passengers’ fear reached a fever pitch, the slightest touch bending the ceiling of the train horrifically, jamming the doors shut as bent metal shoved into the pistons, wheezing, and bursting outwards. High pressure hydraulic fluid hissed as it shot into some unfortunate’s face, while they were pressed against the door by their fellow commuters, who were fighting tooth and nail to leave the hellish carriage. The reinforced glass windows, fortified to protect them from a potential crash now unable to be broken by the despairing travellers, instead dooming them inside the metal coffin as people begged fruitlessly. Some praying, others screaming in grief at their new iniquitous god as he laid a dirty finger on top of the first carriage.

“Doon ya go….” Bruk exclaimed as he began pressing his index finger down further and further on top of the carriage until it began to sink into the earth, the surrounding dirt and floor pressed up beside it before it disappeared beneath the flesh of the bugbear’s meaty finger. Planted into the ground as he twisted and tapped, the occupants inside not lucky enough to get the instant obliteration of the previous train that Bruk had stomped out, instead feeling their space get smaller and smaller before they were vacuum packed against the descending ceiling, screaming and crying, as their bodies began exploding one by one like gruesome popcorn. As darkness overtook the interior, the agonising sounds of death overtook by a chorus of screaming metal that waned and warped as it was forced into the grooves of Bruk’s finger. “… Intae tha GROUND!”

It didn’t take long for him to release the pressure and inspect his handiwork. Sure enough, much like a prodding the surface of a cake, the earth conformed to his fingerprint, forming a vast crater containing a flattened-out train. Bruk laughed in monstrous glee as he wasted no time lifting his godly digit and hovering it over the next carriage, spittle launching out from his cavernous, taunting maw. The occupants were forced to watch in horror as they would meet the same fate as the ones before as the finger began to lower once more, moving down towards them…

“Har har har, ya might as well pray now, ya wee numpties. I am yer god noo! And yer god hates dumb fuckin’ BUGS!”