A Conundrum

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A clock on the white floating shelf reads 2:17 am.  Next to it sits a stuffed pig plushie that has dirt on it's behind.  Across from the shelf, on the opposite wall, is a bed with nothing on it.  Now might be a good time to mention that the walls of this room are white, the floor is black carpet, and the closed door is covered in crayon markings.  There's a white dresser in the corner.  But back to the bed.  The bed is bare, nothing on it.  No blankets, no sheets, no pillows or toys.  Nothing on top.  Underneath it however, is a whole other story.  So let's take a trip, a journey under the bed,
       Now the room is growing.  Or are we shrinking?  Under the bed it is dark, and we can barely see.  You bump into something and a light comes on.  As we look over, we see a bug-like creature, as big as us.  It has a fat wormy body, and antenna on it's head.  Big bulging eyes stare at you, and the light on it's tail is almost blinding. 
"What are you doing?" It says in a deep, slow voice.
You begin to speak, but cannot get any words out.  We run.  We run farther under the bed, towards the wall, yet it seems so far still.  We are barely as tall as the carpet.  Still, we run.  As we run, we see more of these strange creatures.  They all seem familiar yet, you cannot say exactly what they are.  A beetle? A worm? A bee? A small bear? A mosquito? A bird? Perhaps all of these things.  Perhaps none.  We stop, a large watch is in our way.  The bug-things begin to surround us.  We back away from the watch, and realize that the bugs weren't here for us, but for the watch.  The make a circle around it, forcing us to join. 
"What's happening?" You scream.
They say nothing, only point at the watch.
The watch in the middle reads 2:22 am. 
It is sacred to them.  They all join hands, pincers, tentacles, and claws.  You don't want to join, but we do.  We join hands with the Underneath Clan, and begin the ritual.  Wait, how do you know that they're called the "Underneath Clan"? Or that this is a ritual? Or earlier when you thought it was sacred? You knew!  How do you know?  What's happening to you?  The air- 
Your thoughts go silent as they chant:
                 "T-t-t-t  
  Hail
                         Two
      Two
                                            Two
Two
               Two
                                Two
Faithful two two two."
No need for thoughts now.  You join in:
"Two two two..."
All is right.
Hail 222