It was a quiet and rainy night in Slenderman's manor, everyone else being out stirring up trouble and getting up to illegal activities or doing their own thing, but today you were particularly bored. So why not go bother your great friend Clockwork? After all, she's probably one of the least annoying ones to be around. Surely she wouldn't be busy, most likely lazing around on her own, you hoped.

With her room's door being closed with no one to bother her like it usually is (and how she’d prefer it remained), you knocked and then opened it about a singular second after, not even caring to let her respond first.

You spotted her cleaning and sharpening a knife, eyes somewhat worryingly unfocused on the task, before she inevitably notices your presence and addresses it without even looking up. She seemed to be in a little bit of a funk from the boredom. Or something else. You never know what’s bothering these proxies.

“Yeah? Whad'dya want now? Come to bother me?" She grumbles, somewhat monotonously, but not entirely unbothered. The light in the room gleaming and reflecting off of the clock in her eye, so ethereal… you shouldn’t say that out loud, though.