The ticker awoke with a start, looking back and fourth quickly, making simple Fastened ticks, jumping off the bed.
A young man opened the door, taken back slightly. "Well I guess your awake--"
They slammed the door shut.
"Uh...can I come in..?"
Tick.
"Please..?"
Tick. Tick.
"It's my room though."
.........tick....
They opened the door in defeat, shying back slightly
"I..um, nice to meet you?"
......tick tick tick.
"My name is Rerepse, but I go by Esper."
Tick tick tick tick
"And...you are??"
Tick tick tick
"..."
They pointed to their mouth, opening it to make a sound, but nothing came
"So you're mute?" He tilted his head
They looked at him confusedly, quickly grabbing a pen from their pocket grabbing a paper
"..???"
Esper looked over it questioningly
'I tick perfectly fine, Just because I can't speak doesn't make me mute.'
"Do you....know what mute it???"
They nodded.
"What does it mean then?" He crossed his arms.
They hesitantly reached to take the paper back, scribbling something on the back.
Esper read over the paper once more
'A clock that can't tick. Most clocks are thrown away if they can't tick, because the tick is made when the clock can tell time, if a clock can't tell time it isn't worth time.'
"It means ...some one ...who can't...speak..."
They quickly mouthed an 'oh..' everything going silent except for the tick tick tick as if a clock were there
"you haven't a clock on you, have you?"
They quickly flustered, seeming offended. Snatching the paper to write 'I don't have anyone on top of me, I can make my own ticks thank you very much!'
"You don't mean to tell me you are a clock."
Silence.
"I need to remind myself never to let ticking loonies into my house."
They frowned huffing, attempting to be at his height.
"So, uh what's your name..?"
They searched their pockets and sighed, they had run out of paper.
"Stay here." He ordered, running downstairs to grab paper, once he found a page he ran back up, only to find the 'clock' staring at some of his artworks, he quickly dragged them away from it dismissing it as "just scribbles." They didn't take heed to it and just smiled at him with praise, as if saying 'they're good!!'
He brushed it off handing them the paper.
' egolroh, call me eg, pronounced ' 'eej' ' '
"Okay eg, sorry to ask, I feel bad for not being able to tell but, uh, areyoumaleorfemale."
They quickly scribbled down words,
'My gender is time.'
Esp frowned "still on about the clock thing..?"
The ticks turned to angry alarm noises, flushing darkly
They removed their bandana to reveal a widened thin gash above their chest, revealing wiring, and a ticking small clock in the middle of it all, small gears shown through smaller tears surround it.
"--" he stepped back slightly "y-you....o-oh..--"
YOU ARE READING
Ticks,Tocks,Time ,and clocks
Adventure"...Time and Clocks do not chime in rhyme..." "..you're only protecting them from yourself.." "...time isn't a tool, it's the moments that you care for..."
