TELL ME WHETHER YOU BELIEVED IN IT OR NOT.

MY RIGHTENED SENSE OF JUSTICE… HEIGHTENED FOR ALL, REFUSED BY SUCH.

clockwork had nightmares every night.

the fallen admin haunted his dreams. he couldn’t get a single good night’s rest without the damn former administrator entering his mind, either through conscious thoughts or from dreams alone. the former admin had been significant to clockwork, what with doombringer being his close work & romantic partner at the time, yet he wouldn’t ever imagine it would have gotten to this point. he couldn’t help it. he had thought he’d gotten over doombringer after the first year or two had passed since his banishment, yet he apparently hadn’t. clockwork was still troubled daily by nightmares, all involving doombringer. in those dreams, clockwork would vividly envision himself being clobbered over the head with doombringer’s banhammer as penalty for ignoring the pleas & cries of his beloved in his time of need, even whilst clockwork could do nothing more but stand on the sidelines & watch doombringer’s penance be carried out in front of eyes glistening with tears. others just involved… doombringer sobbing in front of clockwork, begging for him to hold him like he used to, all while clockwork was locked in place in the dream; the vision would fade when clockwork’s unmoving form would run out of breath & suffocate, such was the result of not being able to move so much as a muscle. these two genres of nightmares troubled clockwork just as much as the other.

FORSAKEN YOU SHALL BE, FOR ALL ETERNITY & FOR ALL TRINITY, FOR YOU COULD NOT REDEEM YOUR CARE FOR ME.

in clockwork’s latest nightmare, that was the only line doombringer spoke the entire time. clockwork himself couldn’t move, as per usual, but something else was controlling clockwork’s movements this time. he’d moved forward to embrace doombringer, yet he couldn’t do much more than watch as doombringer encircled his arms around his torso as well; & lifted his banhammer with his free hand, bringing it down upon clockwork’s face in the full vision of the other.

then, clockwork promptly awoke— not in his own bed, but rather in the middle of a field. a man in a pizza employee’s uniform had approached clockwork there, speaking to clockwork about how it was lucky that he wasn’t “spotted by the other killers” or wasn’t “spawned somewhere worse”, as if clockwork could understand a word.

the employee had explained everything to clockwork as the employee saw the look of confusion upon clockwork’s face; this world, what was dubbed “forsaken”, or the land of the forsook, was where people who committed atrocious wrongs unpunishable by robloxia’s moral code went. the pizza employee, whom was named elliot, for example, had banned an exploiter who was constantly wreaking havoc upon his workplace; c00lkidd. the exploiter had been the son of a man who’d end up taking his own life as a result of the loss of his son, which elliot technically wasn’t terminable for doing as it had happened through no direct fault of his own, yet was sent here to pay his everlasting penance for banning a mere child no older than the age of ten. clockwork had swallowed his guilt down until now, yet now he was to pay for his wrongdoings. he accepted it, taking it quickly that there was no other choice other than to remain here. what he didn’t know, however, was that doombringer was one of the hunters in this hellscape. & he was out to get clockwork.

one quiet night, whilst clockwork was on generator duty, the grass remained unwavering. there was no wind to sway it. the only noise was the soft humming of the generator in front of clockwork as he gradually connected the wires, fixing the generator with every click produced.

oblivious to clockwork, doombringer was not far. not far at all.. he was spying on the former admin from behind, concealing himself behind a tree trunk, banhammer in hand.

he tried to step out to sneak up on clockwork, yet a twig snapped underfoot, an obnoxiously loud CRACK reverberating through the area.