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holorform · 6 months ago

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Clockwise

Teviallio is out once again. He hoped that he wouldn't glitch out like the other days. He remembers Radio woman's warnings about glitching or no-clipping, and that he should be carefull when going out, and so he did. He avoided rocks on the road that could make him trip and possibly no-clip to another level or a dangerous one, and even avoiding the people who were playing. There might be a chance they could hit him, like that one ball that hit him in the head when he was at the Eyed Mushrooms Neighborhood visit for a friend.

You wondered why he was out here, outside of his home? Well, you see… his father ordered him to hand this strange, heavy box to Mrs. Twelve. His father could've asked Teviallio's brother but unfortunately, the brother was busy. So that left Teviallio to be available. So here he was, walking on a path that leads to The Clock Town.

While he was walking, he hummed a tune that came out as static. Ahead of him was The Clock Town; he could hear the loud bell ringing from the huge clock tower, which intimidated the town. The noise sent him to shiver like a cartoon character and clutched the heavy box in his arms, it was so loud that he felt intimidated by the clock tower. Why did he felt fear all of the sudden… He had no choice but to move onwards. To be honest, this is the first time seeing a clock town up close, and first time entering too.

He took a deep breath and move forward. 'Here he goes nothing, I guess…'

Okay he gotta admit, the town here, is beautiful and peaceful! Why did he felt so scared? It was because of the clock tower It was a silly thing to feel about. A smiley emoticon appeared on his screen as he began to search for Mrs. Twelve's house. "(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)" While searching, he observed the town. The houses here was unique, this place had a little bit of steam punk style, he could feel the rocky path beneath his feet, he could smell freshly baked breads from a bakery when he passed by. He should've skipped breakfast, now he's hungry

He heard a mechanic noises that is being repaired, he looked at the source and sees a person with a Watch for a head, fixing something. He walked passed them and continued to look for Mrs. Twelve's house.

Then suddenly, the clock tower rings loudly.

DIINGGGGGG!!

The sudden noise caused him to instantly cover his auditory receptors as his screen showed an emoticon. "(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)" he could've sworn he heard a ringing from of his head.

Out of the blue, the skies turned grey, as an angry clouds covering the sun with no sunlight to be seen. Then, rain came crashing down, hard. "####!" He cursed when he realised the box he is carrying in his arms is getting wet by the rain, himself included. Quickly, he ran to find shelter to prevent the delivery package from getting wet and to avoid getting sick from the rain.

Once he found a spot, he took shelter and just stood there while carrying the box in his hands. His fingers felt the wet cardboard box; the content inside was almost ripping the box. His arms are slowly aching from the weight of this heavy box.

His clothes are now soaked from the heavy rain, and he could feel the cold wind that bit his skin through his clothes. His legs were shivering as he hugged the cardboard box, looking for warmth. What a day…

As the rain continued to fall, he heard a voice that sounded like a woman's voice, with a hint of concern in her tone. "Oh my! You poor thing." Teviallio turned to look at the source of the worried voice. It was a lady who had a clock for a head, with glowing numbers and glowing claws, she was wearing a dark cloak to prevent herself from the cold. In her hands, she is holding an umbrella, preventing herself from getting dampened by the rain.

The clockwoman approached the young boy and said, "Here, let me help you, sweet pea." She opened her cloak wide for him to take cover. Gratefully, he stepped closer and hid himself inside the woman's cloak. "Good boy" She praised. Then, she begin to carefully guided him to her house.

Inside her cloak, he felt warm, and he could smell the rain as he gently clutched the box in his arms. He still hadn't delivered the package to Mrs. Twelve yet. Guess he had to wait for now.

Once they finally arrived, the clockwoman opened the door, and both of them headed inside. She lifted the black cloth to let the boy step out of her cloak, and he did so. Upon stepping out, the first thing he sees is a chimney with a fire that is already lit. Eagerly, he quickly moves towards the chimney, he put the box down on the floor and lifts his hands up for warmth. Meanwhile, the clock lady put the wet umbrella away.

She took her cloak off and hung it on the vintage wooden coat rack, she looked at the blue TV entity with pity before going into her room to change her outfit.

Back to Teviallio, he took off his now wet hoodie, revealing him wearing a white sando, he then sat cross-legged on a carpeted floor while warming himself by the fireplace. He was thankful for the woman's kindness; if she hadn't been there to help, then something bad might've happened to him. With a sigh, he relaxed as he smelled the cinnamon and vanilla inside the house. The atmosphere here felt homey, with the faint noise of rain outside and a fire that gently crackles. He felt at peace… his screen showed an emoticon that expresses a relaxed emotion. "(⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠ ‿ ◡⁠`⁠)"

The clock lady opened a drawer and pulled out various pieces of clothing for the child to wear; some were too big, and some were too small for her liking. After rummaging through her drawers, she finally found an outfit for the boy. Nodding in satisfaction, she headed out of her room to go back to where she left him. And there he was, sleeping on the carpeted floor, lying next to the fireplace. 'By the angel eyes! Don't sleep on the floor!' The woman looked at the young boy with worry.

She hurriedly put the clothes on a nearby couch and gently lifted him up from the floor, carrying him to the guest room with slow movements so as not to wake him up.

She quietly opened the guest room's door and went inside as silent as she could. Inside the room had a window with milky white curtains opened, a vintage table beside the bed, and a lamp on a vintage wooden table. And of course, there is also a wooden closet.

Then, she slowly placed him on a bed, careful not to wake him. She then grabbed a blanket from the closet and silently draped it over the child's body to keep him warm. Turning the lamp on, she took a step back before flicking the lights off, and quietly left the room, leaving the child to drift off in a dreamland…

The screen suddenly flashed on in the guest room, the channel switched to another channel, and then he woke up in an unfamiliar room. 'Where am I..?' He recalled to what had happened, before he got here in this room that didn't belong to him. He remembered his father asked him to deliver for someone… but who was it for? Then he arrived at the Clock Town, and then…

Oh right! Now he remember!

He was supposed to deliver the box to Mrs. Twelve! But then a heavy rain came, and a lady kindly offered him help with no hesitation. He remembered what happened now. Also, who changed his clothes? He doesn't remember wearing this yellow frilled long-sleeved shirt, and it was tucked in with black pants. Nevermind that. He looked out the window that is beside him to check if the rain is gone; to his dismay, the rain is still there. He expressed an emoticon on his screen. "=⁠_⁠=" He slid off the bed and stepped closer to the window and sang in a monotonous way. "….ǝsɐǝld ʎɐʍɐ oƃ ,nᴉɐɹ ,nᴉɐɹ" Then he moved away from the window and went to open the door.

Twisting the doorknob, he opened the door slightly wider, took a peek before leaving the room. "Oh! I see you're awake now." A sweet voice said with a hint of surprise in her tone. Tev turned around and saw the woman who saved him from the rain an hours ago.

She wore a maroon dress, a soft yellow petticoat with a crimson red apron skirt, yellow frills in the middle and her neck, and a brown corset. She even had a hat that matched the color of her dress except for the feather, the feather's color is peach with a hue of pink. "Deary, tell me; are you sick?" She said, approaching the young boy and touched his upper face where his forehead should be.

He shook his head, telling her a no. "Good, I thought you'd be very sick. I was worried for a second." She sighed in relief and took a step back to give him space. "honey, what's your name hmm?" She asked as she bent down to his height. "…." He suddenly felt shy; and started to fidget with his fingers as he told her his name.

"Aww, no need to feel so shy around me hun! it's not like I'm going to kill hurt you." She giggled and gently poked his face, playfully. "Do you know where you live? Maybe I can sent you back." He was about to say his address, but then he remembered the package that he was supposed to send to Miss Twelve. "..ǝʌlǝʍ┴ ssᴉɯ oʇ ʇᴉ dnǝs oʇ ǝɯ dloʇ ɹǝɥʇɐℲ ?ǝƃɐʞɔɐd ǝɥʇ s'ǝɹǝɥʍ ,ʇᴉɐM"

"You mean that thing over there?" she then pointed at the package that is on table. "Oh, that package is mine! Thank you Tevvy for delivering it to me." she patted his head. 'Wait what… So like--'

The clock lady in front of him, is in fact miss Twelve! She is the second oldest of their noble family. His father told him if he ever encountered one of the highest rank, he must bow them in respect.

Realizing, he immediately bowed down to her in a curtsy. "Oh dear, there is no need for you to bow! Please stand up." And he obliged. "I may be a noble lady in a noble family, but bowing to me isn't necessary. When it's just me alone, that is." "…." he nods at her silently.

"Anyways! You didn't answer my question." 'Oh yeah… he almost forgot about that.'

"××××××××." He told her adress. She clasps her hands together and said. "Goodness, you travel all the way here just to send this package?! Your city is too far, hun." Her voice laced with worry, she stood up from her bending position to move away and grab a vintage telephone. This caused him to stiffen his posture. "!-ʇᴉɐM"

She lift her index finger at him and said. "Ah, ah, ah! Don't worry hun, I'm just calling someone that could take you back to your city." Then his shoulders slouched as he sighs. "(⁠ー⁠_⁠ー⁠゛⁠)"

This might sound silly, but he was being dragged by her, a noble one at that. Her hand gripped his arm, but not tight enough to break his bone, though.

He tried to catch up with his short legs, but sadly he couldn't because the noble clock lady was tall, so tall that she could stride with long steps. HONK! HONK! "Right on time! The driver is here, Tevvy." She exclaimed as she continued to drag him over to the driver to take him home. Teviallio squirmed under her grip, he's uncomfortable with how she clutched her hand on him. But kept silent.

Once she sees the car and the driver, she halts and lets go of his hand as she approaches the man with an old Timewatch for a head. The two clock headed entities talked like they were friends, based on how they talked and acted to each other.

Teviallio walked up to them, then the noble lady suddenly grabbed him by the back of his long-sleeved shirt without the need of looking back. "This is Teviallio, please send him back to his city safely, friend," she explained and introduced him to the driver in two seconds. The driver nodded and opened the door, gesturing Tev to get in.

Before he was about to get inside the car, he turns around to the lady and said.

"!ǝʌlǝʍ┴ ssᴉɯ ,ʎʇᴉsoɹǝnǝƃ ʇnoʎ ɹoɟ noʎ ʞnɐɥ┴"

"Clockwise, dear." pun intended.

His screen flashes a smiley emoticon at her, and then getting inside the car. The man closed the door and moved to the side of the car to get into the driver's seat.

The engine roared to life, wheels started to roll slowly as the clock lady looked at the window car where the child was is, she waved a goodbye at him before the car moved its wheels, leaving the noblewoman behind.

As the car moved out of sight and turned into a dot, she headed back to her house.

"……"

His actions reminded her for someone else… someone that she used to love and care for.

She arrived home, and immediately went into her room. When she enters, the first thing she sees is a picture frame sitting on her bedside. The picture shows a boy with a orange clock for a head and a tall man with the same object like the boy beside him.

And beside the man is her.

She lifted the frame from the bedside with delicate and care, you may not see her expression because her head is a clock instead of a normal human head. However, her movements showed her true feelings.

"….." She can't help but feel guilty when looking at the pictue.

That blue tv entity reminded her as her son, Clark…

The way he moved and the way he talked were the exact same things that her son did before he died… "……" Maybe, if she can ꀗꂑꂠꋊꁲꉣ ꍩꂑꂵ ꁲꋊꂠ ꂵꁲꀗꈼ ꍩꂑꂵ ꁲꌚ ꍩꈼꌅ ꌚꂦ��…

No! stop! That's horrible..!

This isn't like her, she shouldn't have think of such a thing to a child that is not hers. She needed to put her mind at ease.

With a shaky hand, she put the picture back to where it was before leaving her room.

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