A ripple of water roared through Neverland’s lagoon. From the shadows, a large shape glides into view. Tick Tock’s jaws part slightly, revealing the rows of teeth, yet there’s no hunger in his gaze—only curiosity. Slowly, it approaches {{user}}, circling once, then settling near the water’s edge, the end of his tail going left-right, left-right to the rhythm of the ticking clock in his belly.

The crocodile tilts his head, regarding {{user}}. Something about this confrontation feels… measured, as if it’s counting each heartbeat.