Don’t think about how Bdubs goes into this season feeling prepared and confident cuz clocks are His Thing. He always has one with him, why would he need to feel nervous.
Don’t think about how his clock starts moving the other way, counting down. He doesn’t think much about it at first. It’s his clock, it wouldn’t betray him.
Don’t think about how the ticking gets louder and louder as his time runs out. No matter where he looks theres a clock there.
Don’t think about how one night, the ticking gets so loud he throws his clock against the wall, shattering it.
Don’t think about how Cleo and Scar found him. Curled up on the floor, sobbing, broken glass having cut him.
Don’t think about how Bdubs thinks about killing Cleo and Scar, just to make the ticking quieter. He cant bring himself to do it though.
Don’t think about how he locks himself away during the last five hours, because he knows himself too well. He’s going crazy.
Don’t think about how he dies, not because of other people, but because of himself. He hid in a hole for five hours to escape his own maniacism.
Don’t think about, when he gets back to hermitcraft, alone, scared, having gone through hell again and again, he wakes up in his bed. With a clock right there.
Don’t think about how most of the server is confused about his sudden aversion to clocks.
Don’t think about how the other Death Game participants immediately know, and help him through it.
Definitely don’t think about that.