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Edit 10/11/18: I’m considering taking th face off, paining him orange and putting on a trackmaster Murdoch face.

Edit 7/27/18: I’ve switched the story around slightly, since I realized that I actually like Murdoch.

Another OC created by me, Digby, the Standard 9F.

Digby was built in 1955 and sent to the Island of Sodor for trials along with another member of his class, Murdoch. The stark contrast between the two 9Fs became crystal clear within a day; Murdoch was quiet, focused, and curt, but polite. Digby, however, was loud, boisterous, rude and arrogant, demanding that his praises be sung everywhere he went. The Fat Controllers engines were much more fond of the orange 9F than they were of the grey one.

This was cemented one day when Digby was traveling through Wellsworth with an express train as Edward and Adam were double-heading a goods train out of the Brendam Branch. As Sodor’s numbers 2 and 18 entered the station, Digby wheeshed a huge cloud of steam at them, laughing rudely as he charged up and over Gordon’s Hill. Later that night, as Murdoch prepared to take the midnight goods train to Barrow, he met the two, and offered his apologies for anything that Digby may have said or done. Edward and Adam were impressed with the manners of the orange 9F, and soon, the other engines had begun to root for Murdoch to join their fleet and for Digby to be sent back to the mainland. This left Murdoch very humbled and Digby very angry.

One night, Digby was tasked with hauling the midnight goods train, a task he considered beneath him, and grumbled dreadfully throughout the entire journey. And when he had to pull another goods train back to Sodor the next day, his mood became even worse, complaining loudly and without pause as he made his way to the island, even beginning to argue with his own crew once they had passed through Vicarstown. The grey 9F was so cross, that neither nor his crew noticed that they had run through a red signal until they saw Percy stopped at a crossing with a fruit train on their line! Digby braked hard, but it was too little, too late.

The crash had created a terrible mess. Percy’s brakevan was in smithereens, the last two vans had been smashed into kindling, sending squashed fruit everywhere, and Percy’s front was badly twisted. Digby had come off the rails and mounted the debris that was once Percy’s vans, was covered in squashed fruit, and the twenty trucks he had been hauling had derailed all over the main line. Murdoch brought the breakdown train to the scene, and the Fat Controller was on board. He gave Digby a vicious tongue-lashing, then turned to Percy, promising the little green engine that he would be repaired immediately.

Once the mess was cleared and Digby was sent away in disgrace, Murdoch took Percy to the works, apologizing up and down for the accident. Percy didn’t blame Murdoch, and told the orange 9F so, even telling him that he wanted him to stay on Sodor, and that the other engines wanted this, too. And it turned out to be true for Sir Topham Hatt as well, for Murdoch was soon congratulated for a successful trial, and given a place among the Fat Controllers engines.

Now, you can find Murdoch hard at work, happily running up and down the main line alongside his fellow heavy goods engine, Peter.

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Edit 10/11/18: I’m considering taking th face off, paining him orange and putting on a trackmaster Murdoch face.

Edit 7/27/18: I’ve switched the story around slightly, since I realized that I actually like Murdoch.

Another OC created by me, Digby, the Standard 9F.

Digby was built in 1955 and sent to the Island of Sodor for trials along with another member of his class, Murdoch. The stark contrast between the two 9Fs became crystal clear within a day; Murdoch was quiet, focused, and curt, but polite. Digby, however, was loud, boisterous, rude and arrogant, demanding that his praises be sung everywhere he went. The Fat Controllers engines were much more fond of the orange 9F than they were of the grey one.

This was cemented one day when Digby was traveling through Wellsworth with an express train as Edward and Adam were double-heading a goods train out of the Brendam Branch. As Sodor’s numbers 2 and 18 entered the station, Digby wheeshed a huge cloud of steam at them, laughing rudely as he charged up and over Gordon’s Hill. Later that night, as Murdoch prepared to take the midnight goods train to Barrow, he met the two, and offered his apologies for anything that Digby may have said or done. Edward and Adam were impressed with the manners of the orange 9F, and soon, the other engines had begun to root for Murdoch to join their fleet and for Digby to be sent back to the mainland. This left Murdoch very humbled and Digby very angry.

One night, Digby was tasked with hauling the midnight goods train, a task he considered beneath him, and grumbled dreadfully throughout the entire journey. And when he had to pull another goods train back to Sodor the next day, his mood became even worse, complaining loudly and without pause as he made his way to the island, even beginning to argue with his own crew once they had passed through Vicarstown. The grey 9F was so cross, that neither nor his crew noticed that they had run through a red signal until they saw Percy stopped at a crossing with a fruit train on their line! Digby braked hard, but it was too little, too late.

The crash had created a terrible mess. Percy’s brakevan was in smithereens, the last two vans had been smashed into kindling, sending squashed fruit everywhere, and Percy’s front was badly twisted. Digby had come off the rails and mounted the debris that was once Percy’s vans, was covered in squashed fruit, and the twenty trucks he had been hauling had derailed all over the main line. Murdoch brought the breakdown train to the scene, and the Fat Controller was on board. He gave Digby a vicious tongue-lashing, then turned to Percy, promising the little green engine that he would be repaired immediately.

Once the mess was cleared and Digby was sent away in disgrace, Murdoch took Percy to the works, apologizing up and down for the accident. Percy didn’t blame Murdoch, and told the orange 9F so, even telling him that he wanted him to stay on Sodor, and that the other engines wanted this, too. And it turned out to be true for Sir Topham Hatt as well, for Murdoch was soon congratulated for a successful trial, and given a place among the Fat Controllers engines.

Now, you can find Murdoch hard at work, happily running up and down the main line alongside his fellow heavy goods engine, Peter.