One Tick Off: 2In a terribly different place, a colorful man sits alone in his asylum room. He has dreamt of the castle again, his castle. His Princess is in trouble, and time was ticking away. Literally. Footsteps in the hall awakened him from his daydream. His therapist was here. Straightening his bow, he called for her to enter. Not that he actually wanted her here, but he would have to continue his "reformed" act.He had been put in the asylum after constant dreams of his castle and Glitch. He believed that Glitch was real, and had to do everything he could to save her. This included, of course, the murder of a number of small rabbit children. He never quite regretted his decision to follow his dreams as his mother told him to."Good morning, Mr. Drips." his therapist greeted in her normal, chilly voice."Mornin', Aqua." he mumbled, untangling a knot in his tail with a hidden smirk. She set down her suitcase and took off her coat, watching him sit their peaceful
One Tick Off: 1Once upon a time, a young girl lived in a castle filled with clocks. Each clock chimed in time, so every second passing was marked with a loud, unanimous, tick. The girl had been left their for as long as she could remember, the only memory of a previous life was a gentle hand in her own. On stormy days she liked to pretend that the hand who held her own had belonged to her creator, the man who's name hung over the castle's gate, Drips.The young girl, who's name happened to be Glitch, had been exploring the garden one day, in an area she had never spotted before. Clock faces made her path as she hopped from smooth glass bulge to smooth glass bulge. Over head loomed a giant clock tower, who signaled every hour. She stopped to listen to the song that played this hour. Tilting her head, she identified it as 9 o' clock in the morning.She continued her walk until she saw a beautiful, black and white altar in the middle of a clearing. Snowdrops lined the area, along wi
NightWe watched as nightdrifted over her eyesand swallowed her wholeleaving mere disks for her eyesand her mouth stitched and soundless.Her hands tightenedover, around the chaintugging and fightingbiting at pale smooth flesh.She was trapped.