Writing Practice

8

Clockkeeper was in a black void it seemed, she looked around

"Timekeeper? Stopwatch!" She called to anyone she knew she could trust.

A figure stepped out of the shadows, she looked like stopwatch but much older and grown. The cracks of her death and her other eye had been replaced. She held a long sword, most likely the well-known one from Japan.

"Well hello weak sister" They said holding the tip of the sword right at clockkeeper's neck. She looked at them in fear and terror.

"S-Sister??" Clockkeeper's eyes widened as he looked at them in pure fear

Stopwatch laughed, revealing her face, her right eye missing since timekeeper had attacked her. Clockkeeper stared in shock.

"I can do anything better than you" Stopwatch smiled evilly, her tone a mocking and evil one... just like her voices

"W-What no-!" Clockkeeper tried to back away from what she thought was her sister. Those words echoed around the void, like her voices

Better Better

Better than

Better than you

Clockkeeper could only hear that was Stopwatch walked closer, about to slice her head off.

She then woke up, sweating badly as she looked around. Only nurse ann in the bed, she let out a sigh of releif. But it made her worry about stopwatch, was that really her or just a nightmare?