Clockwork - Prelude I

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DISCLAIMER: This story will not include members of PartyZone so don't ask if you can be a character. If you do have any ideas, let me know, because although I already typed up the entire first story (I'll be releasing a part every week or so), ideas are definitely welcome for storyline 2 and etc. This is also not going to be the happiest story, but more of a realistic one. It does not happen in Minecraft. This is my own universe I made up. Enjoy.


I’ve lived here for as long as I can remember. All I’ve ever wanted was to go out and see whatever lies on the other side of this door. What could possibly be out there? What would it look like? Would there be different colors? I wouldn’t know. Every time I’m taken for the experiments, it’s with a bag over my head until I get to the experimental room. The dude’s always wearing a mask too. Seriously, I’ve never even seen my own face before in here - there are no mirrors - and this dude has to wear a mask? He must be pretty ugly.

Occasionally a kid will be dropped in, like freckles. He was funny and had red hair, it was very unusual. After 2 weeks, 4 days, and exactly 16 hours of being here, he was taken and I never saw him again. Maybe they let him go because he wasn’t passing the tests. I wish I didn’t pass the tests, but it’s not up to me; my body seems to agree with every fluid they put in me, every implant, everything.

A while back, the man dropped a girl off in here. She’s been very strong and according to her, she’s “pasado” every time. She’s a very strange little one, she doesn’t seem to enjoy talking much, or maybe she’s just too young to know how. Last I heard, “quien eres” doesn’t really mean anything. I’ve been calling her “sister” lately because we may as well be family, it’s as close to it that anyone will ever get in here.

This room has very few objects. There’s the thick door at the end of the room, which can only be opened from the outside by the man in the mask. There’s a few books, like the Bible, which tends to be my favorite fiction novel (I like the god dude, he can do whatever he wants whenever he pleases, which is what I do in my dreams). My favorite object over all the few others is the clock. It’s so fascinating. I’ve opened it a couple times before, there’s lots of gears and pointy spikes and everything. I’ve learned how it works, how the gears go together, how they move the arms in patterns. I especially love the arms. Not only do they tell what time it is, but they’re actually the only sharp objects in the room.

I’ve learned to be able to tell time without the clock too. A second is a second, no more, no less. Infact, I’ve memorized the exact time that the man comes in to take us away. In exactly 2 minutes and 18 seconds, it’s my turn for the experiments.
 
'WHy does he wear a mask? he must be pretty ugly' I LIOVE IT!!!
 
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