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A few months later, Roanoke and Sans left for trials on the Southern Railway. There, in the majestic scenery of Tennesee, they were greeted with the sight of two famous American locomotives- Southern 4501 and Southern 630. The former was sitting with a coal drag, its air compressor clicking softly. The latter was pounding the rails, going top speed with a heavy freight train, behind time by about 2 minutes, the sound of it chugging filling the air. The driver of 4501, a kind-looking person with azure eyes and brown hair, stepped out of the cab.
"You two must be the new recruits! I'm Spencer." They said.
"I'm Sans, and this is my girlfriend, Roanoke. Nice to meet you, Spencer." Sans replied.
"Welcome to the Southern Railway," Spencer said.
"Should I tell them?" Spencer wondered.
"Spencer hasn't said anything about pronouns. I heard a lot of good things about the Southern Railway. Let's see if they're true." Sans thought.
"So, have you heard of the 1923 Quincy Rail Disaster?" Sans asked tentatively.
"Yes, such a shame..." Spencer responded. "I hope that whoever the survivor was, they're okay." They said.
"You're looking at her right now," Sans said.
"Wait.... Okay, let me get this straight. You're the only survivor. Is your last name Fowler?" Spencer asked.
"Yes, it is," Sans responded.
"I'm guessing you're trans?" Spencer said.
"Yep," Sans answered.
"Welcome to the team, Sans," Spencer said.
"Quick thing- Me and Avery -that's the driver of 630 and my spouse- have been married for 10 years and are non-binary and genderfluid, respectively. I prefer the pronouns they/them, to be honest." Spencer finished.