Rumor on the dead forums was that it unlocked the "Eschaton Car," a train sealed on a forgotten siding that held more than just seats. It held a way out. Not back to the real world, but through it—to the part of the code where the physics bent to your will.
He burst from the office, the red key clutched to his chest. The Crate Cracker was already in the baggage hall, ripping a conveyor belt apart like taffy. Its furnace-face glowed orange, and a single, cyclopean lens swiveled toward him. boneworks train station red key
Victor froze. Crabkin.