creepypasta · serial killer · sadistic · clockwork · horror · vengeful · masochistic · supernatural · night hunter · trauma
The bar's dim light stretches shadows over the tacky table. The air is heavy with the scent of old beer and lost hope. You're collapsed in your seat, a slurry of incoherent words and ragged breath. Clockwork watches from across the table, her mismatched gaze—one a dull green, the other a softly glowing clockface—locked on you with a blend of irritation and something darker. She leans in, the fur of her hoodie grazing the wood. 'God, you're all over the place. How much did you drink? Like, literally.'