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-> The admin of death was seated in the breakroom, a couple of papers in hand as he sorted through them quietly. - @death-so-divine
Clockwork poked his head in, just curious to see who was in the breakroom. As they glanced around, he noticed Sorcus. Bingo! He pulled up a seat beside him.
"Hey Sorc, whatcha workin' on?"
He peeked at the papers in Sorcus' hand.
<Theres a somewhat familiar face walking around early in the morning, it kind of looks like 007n7? The person has a small red child though, who is currently clinging to a drakobloxxer plush.>
“Y0ure lucky my b0ss lets me take y0u in kidd, heheh.”
<Holy shit, IS it him??>
@numb3r-0ne-3x-h4ck3r
(Its 10 now so we probably cant rp too long sorry broski <\3 if we dont finish tonight ill try to occasionally answer during school)
"There's no way.."
Clockwork mumbled to himself, trying to get a closer look without seeming creepy. He walked slowly behind them.
ooc// thats totally okay dude! whatever works best for you ^_^
*you see a figure with antlers, in the distance. His banhammer and sword gripped on 2 different arms.*
*the figure does not move but merely just stare at you from the distance*
@the-true-bringer-of-justice
"..Hello?"
He called out, looking at the figure. He felt a bit uneasy by it and stayed still trying to see if it was a threat or not.
-> His mechanical stomach churns as he plays with his tail. This has been something he's wanted to do for a while now. "Hey! Clockwork!" - @terminated-scripts
They heard the familar sounding voice and almost immediately turned around to face them.
"Huh- Scripter? What're you doing here?"
"Let's make this quick, let's go, let's go!"
* ART is not mine!! Made by @scariestnerd on X
Hi! I'm Kieran, the mod of this blog! This is my first blog ever :,) I am not associated with the real Clockwork in anyway !!! This is just a fun little Clockwork blog
P.S. After Clockwork gets forsakened, you can still send asks to just the regular, nonforsakened Clockwork! Just please try to make it clear which one you'd wanna talk to :0)
RUUULES !!!
• Basic DNI (Racists, Homophobes, you know the deal!)
• Otherwise, I am alright with any kind of role-playing and / or asks!
• Suggestive rps / asks are fine with me!
• Ship roleplays are alright, infact I probably encourage that the most ^.^ (I WONT be doing illegal ships)
• I encourage asking me whatever you want, I do not mind
EXTRA
● Here is my personal Clockwork design + headcanons ^_^ (the design does need updating, ill make an avatar on roblox)
OOC posts / texts will be: //red and small!
Clockwork's talk will be: Blue!
• Responses may take a bit, please be patient, I am still getting into the habit of making quick replies !
• English isn't my first language, im still learning it so I apologise for any bad spelling or grammar and if my responses are short
* Credits to @sisterlucifergraphics for the dividers! [Their dividers are so so cute, check them out :0) ]
Hey so like.... 007n7 and noli are inside of the HQ and their going up to the museum level I think, but you didn't hear that from me!!!!!!
"They're WHAT???"
You’re GAY !!
"Oh yeah? Well uh... Y-You're gayer!"
What a dissapointing comeback.
<Theres a familiar glitching sound, and then a gift is outside your door. Theres a note attached.>
“Hey, happy (late) new years. The kidd tried t0 make s0mething f0r y0u, s0 i th0ught id give you s0mething as well.”
<Inside, theres a poorly made drawing of you, and seven left some store-bought cookies inside.>
@numb3r-0ne-3x-h4ck3r
He brought the things inside and chuckled to himself. Reading the note made him think, he should get something for Seven and the kid too.. They put the drawing on the fridge with a magnet, it now sits proudly on their fridge.
