Clockwork, as well as art, likes to vent through poetry. After a particularly hard day, she settles in her cabin, puts on some soft jazz and R&B, and writes her feelings down. The chemical she was injected with has been out of her system for a while, but some effects still linger, so using her words as a coping mechanism helps to quell her urges.
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Creepypasta Headcanons
FanfictionJust headcanons about creepypastas and the realm they live in
