“Yeahjjjjjj bye!” Clock floated off into the unknown towards the Black
Forest International Airport (which was a semi-pile of flaming
rubble [because of BM]).
Clock was rummaging through the rubble, which was surprisingly
soft, and spotted a pouch of a sparkly substance lying on the
floor. “What’s this?” As their curiosity took the better of them, they picked it up. A
cloud of black dust caught on their face. Clock, now dazed,
confused and with a frozen face, decided to leave the pouch
alone.
Clock attempted to fly back to the (wherever they were last time
that wasn’t the BFIA), but couldn’t due to the fact that their face
was frozen. He also didn’t want to call for help either, he didn’t
feel like it.
Aykrantula looked up. "I... did Black Marker do anything else...?
I... got knocked out from my injury..." she said, putting a paw to
the wound in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding.
all hail the sheep, for sheep are the supreme animal
♡~ Absolute Perfection ~♡
Not yet...
♡~ The Five Mareep Musketeers ~♡
Clock attempted to walk back, trudging slowly along a mysterious
path. A frozen face was not much help… and they couldn’t shake it
off or call for help either. They just had their powers to rely
on…