Had this idea in my brain for a while now: During Memory Blank, Desiree is sent to a very angry Clockwork.
“So you have wished it, so shall it be!” As Desiree’s magic began to surround her, an incalculable amount of pink energy flowed down to Sam, engulfing her completely. Messing with memories was so easy to her.
Like a heart surgeon, she carefully cut out the Goth girl’s memories of the ghost brat and fashioned new ones out of the ruins, making them seamless in her mind. With her out of the way, she would be free to cause as much chaos as possible and no one would ever be able to stop her!
As she finished, the smoke dissipated, leaving an empty sidewalk, and a satisfying smirk on the genie’s face. As the goth was whisked away to her new reality, Desiree rushed to the former ghost child’s portal and flew inside it before the portal no longer existed.
Only to find herself directly inside of a large clocktower, ticking and chimes loudly ringing in her ears as they nearly deafened her with the noise of what seemed to be hundreds of timepieces, and then, just as quickly as she heard them, they stopped. As she attempted to get her bearings, she noticed something. Many things in fact.
Five beings who seemed to be from different time periods were standing in a circle, surrounding a large white glowing fissure. If she stood close enough she could hear voices coming from the crack.
“So naive. You promised?” “Yes, I PROMISED!” A wail shook the tower causing her to stumble and bump into one of the figures, a burly man with a pelt and Viking helmet, who turned around and then immediately disappeared leaving just one being standing directly in front of her, a being with a long purple cloak and a staff with a clock at the top of it, and Desiree had to back up out of, for the first time, genuine fear. The ticking and gongs started again, but she couldn’t focus on that now. This being was staring at her with such anger that the space around her felt restrictive, as though she couldn’t breathe, his staff appearing to go through stages of being broken and whole all at the same time, similarly to the being itself, as they shifted between, young child to adult to elderly, so fast it made her head spin. She was really getting dizzy from the chimes and ticking. Almost to the…point…of passing-
As she fell to the ground, the gongs and ticking get louder as she began to lose consciousness, and the being crouched down and whispered in her ear. A question she barely heard, but hear it she did.
“What. Have. You. Done?”
