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This isn’t Clockwork’s first form.
The shifting of baby, to man, to old geezer and back to baby isn’t Clockwork’s first form.
No.
Pretty much no one knows this, but he’s not even a ghost.
He was a primordial being who chose the form in an image that reflects all stages of man. The only other being that knows this are other primordial beings.
But he’s not even the first true primordial being. That honor goes to his Mother.
She is Dimension, Space, and Time.
She existed before the Big Bang. She existed before untold Big Bangs. She creates universes just as easily as she destroys them.
She’s not evil, but she also not benevolent. She just is. A true apathetic being that no being knows about.
Gods?
They are her multiple great grandchildren who all have no clue of her.
She has no weakness. She has no enemies.
Someone destroys the Universe?
A gentle caress into the void creates hundreds more Universes.
Someone breaks the timestream? She doesn’t even give it a side eye as the Dimension collapse and untold trillions upon trillions of lives cease to be.
Point is, Clockwork is not a Ghost of Time. He’s limited to a form of a ghost in this Dimension and Universe. He’s not everywhere. Not like his Mother.
He can See that this Universe will not Be very soon. He knows that he will wake up and be a God of Time in a different Universe and Dimension.
Usually he’s fine with that. But this time, in this life, he found himself growing incredibly fond of a certain halfa and his clone. Of all the lives he lived, they were the only two who ever visited him for no other purpose but pleasure. Over the several years since the boy visited him, he became like a son Clockwork never had. His clone, visited right after him once she came into her sires life became like a daughter to him.
Both were spunky and oh so full of life despite the half-life status.
And he doesn’t want them to cease existing.
So he turned to his Mother and softly called out for her, Mother?
A presence saturated the very air of his lair. My Son
I beg a request from Son to Mother.
The presence waited patiently.
The two Halfa’s, He began hesitantly. He never asked anything of his Mother but continued I wish for them to continue to Be.
The silence would have been stifling for anyone else, suffocating under her presence.
But...She knew.
Clockwork smiled and hit the button on his staff.
TIME OUT!