Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
thinking about c!dreams clock once again
Constantly throwing it away makes so much sense, beyond just as a way to see c!sam.
The constant ticking only serves to let him feel every second of his time imprisoned. To know exactly how many days he’s been locked away, that’s a torture all on it’s own. But so would ignorance. To be unsure of how much time has passed between each delivery of food rations. Are they coming further apart now? C!sam comes to give him a new clock and says its been only a day, but he’d been so sure a week had passed.
an effect of solitary confinement is paranoia. C!dream begins to suspect his clock has been tampered with. It speeds up, slows down. Surely it hasn’t been that long yet? And yet, surely its been longer?
he cares too much about this inanimate object. Anytime he realises that he couldn’t bare to have it taken from him, he destroys it himself.
After pandoras vault, c!dream can’t be around clocks anymore; not without falling into a dissociative state, convinced he once again has nothing but the endless ticking to keep him sane
This is just the doing the macariana while dissociating
**puts hand on your shoulder** **puts hand on your shoulder** **puts hand on your shoulder** **puts hand on your shoulder** **puts hand on your shoulder** **puts hand on
me when i looked into the mirror at like 12 and could not recognize myself
ever since i was a little girl ive always been a boy
The Void feels disconnected from it’s vessel. It moves too slow and has too many yet not enough limbs.
The Void feels incorrect, The Void was not meant to be formed this way.