His Death
When Clock tried to hide in the hotel from the horrible abominations and Ningen himself (our lord and savior) he heard something, he saw something, but he can't make a shape out of it, it looked like some kind of glowing thing, an object that had a mangled-like face, it's absolute soul-piercing eyes, when Clock saw that absolutely monster, Clock start to run away, he tried to find exits of the hotel, all of them were somehow closed, Clock was desperate to escape this situation but there was no chance, or even hope, the only one choice is just to see what fate was about happen to him, he thinks in this moment that the creature would just randomly ignore him, but that wasn't it, the creature slowly getting closer and closer, the faith in Clock was now just dust.
After days, weeks, months, years, decades, and centuries, Ningen was slowly walking around in this wonderful plane he created, slowly walking into the hotel, and when he saw the absolute horror of Clock's dead body with his face just completely disfigured and no longer recognizable, Ningen tried to resurrect him since death is absolute nothing to him, after a while, it didn't worked so Ningen just left him alone but Clock just woken up like nothing absolutely happened, Clock now resides in the hotel, more specifically the vents, trying to find a perfect prey that he has been starving for decades.
Visage
Ever since Clock has been resurrected for a while, his face has seen better days, both of his eyes completely melted off, his jaw completely swollen and also not working anymore, so he developed a new one in one of his clock hands(?), and a new eyeball on his other hand, Clock is especially known for ripping off multiple parts of Cake and making him suffer greatly, that is one of only reason I like about Clock, his face disgusts me, quite frankly, i'm tired.
Occupation
Ripping off people's faces off, that's what he did to Cake, and I'm absolute happy about that, who even cares about that singular slice of cake, just a femboy with no personality.
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HorrorThe grass is decaying, with blood-soaked dirt, the clouds are no more, everything has gone to waste, a waste of your name, time, and even yourself. The past is no longer with us and seems like, the future is more forgotten than we actually think. Th...
