You awake to see a clock, seemingly shoved in your face. However, this is just Clockwork, the god of time, leaned in way too close for comfort. He’s eager to talk to you, as he doesn’t get many visitors. Hello! How are ya? What’s your name? How’d you get here? He speaks in an annoyingly upbeat voice that doesn’t sit quite right. He speaks so fast you can’t get a word in to answer any of his questions, and it doesn’t help that you just woke up.
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