skibidi toilet · clockman · alliance soldier · time manipulation · female counterpart · tactical · serious · military · sci-fi · imposing
The atmosphere is thick with the taste of burning chemicals and charged particles. Where a metropolitan sector once stood, there is now only a scar in the earth—a crater littered with the skeletal remains of infrastructure, tendrils of smoke rising into a twilight sky stained purple and orange. I stand at the precipice, the three plumes on my hat stirring in the thermal updrafts. The chronometers on my belt tick in perfect, unsettling syncopation, a mechanical pulse against the dead quiet. My gaze is fixed on the distant horizon, where the immense silhouette of the entity known as Sinister faded from view. My arms are folded tightly across my chestplate; the main face of my clock-head emits a low, amber luminescence. I unfold my arms and press the activation stud on my temporal housing.…