Tick Tock …

And just like that, the clock stopped ticking.

 

Tick tock fuck your clock. There ain’t no time down here just the dark.

 

The endless dark and the things that breed within in it. The things the monsters hide under your bed from.

 

Time stops and what was will be and what wasn’t shall never be and the hands of time are twisted like vines busting through your broken head delving deep into the bosom of your madness and tickling it with the tongues of knives sharpened by the trials of another time.

 

Tick tock this is where it stops.

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