A dark hall stretches ahead with no light but a dim red glow. It's peaceful, in a creepy sort of way. A soft humming is audible from the end of the hallway. A head of brown curls is moving down the hall, twittering a soft tune as the pink folds of her dress whisper hush hush to her rhythmic steps.
Suddenly the little girl in the pink dress spins on her heels, as if she can feel someone's eyes on the back of her neck. A speck of blood flies from her forehead; but she catches it on the tip of her finger and then promptly wipes it off on the previously stained and faded dress she wears.
"Oh hello there!" she says brightly, waving at you. (Even though you aren't technically there.) "I didn't notice you." she explains as she walks back down the pleasantly gloomy hallway with a fresh bounce in her step.
Of course you should be curious. After all, the title did promise Ticciwork (Clockwork and Ticci Toby) and so far all we have is a very self aware eight year old. Just hang with me here.
Sally turns back around sharply and shoots us (mostly me) a death glare with those bright green eyes of hers that can see through our nonexistence. "Don't think I can't hear you, Narrator. For your information, I'm getting to all that stuff." her glare switches back to innocent in a beat. "You should thank me for being the only one who reads the script."
Well that much is true. You'd be surprised how much the characters original script and what they actually say differs. Take my other story, for example. It ha-
"Gosh Narrator, all that self promotion is killing Charlie's soul." Sally hugs her bear protectively. "Just for that, I'm not going to follow the script if I don't feel like it!" She halts at the foot of the stairs just to make a point. "The script says 'go upstairs' but I'm not going to." Her defiance is adorable.
She flounces outside into the nighttime air. It's always like this. The murky sky and cold clammy breeze is only welcoming to those who are used to it. Sally slides down the short creaky stair rail. She is never allowed to do that inside, so this has become her solitary act of defiance towards the rules.
Sally crosses her arms over her chest in a sulk. "I only crashed into Ben once and I was sorry."
I never accused you Sally, I was merely narrating.
"Fine." she says, then grins widely. "I think I'll tell them why I'm here now!" She sits down on the rocky ground and gestures for you to sit next to her. (Of course I should remind you that you can't.)
"You are such a downer, Narrator. You know what, I'm just going to call you Tor." Sally winks at you then continues. "I am here to keep us all grounded in reality. It's important not to get lost in a story because if you do you will be sad when the real world tears you away from your fandom!" She sounds proud for remembering her lines so perfectly. "Ticci and Clock aren't actually together yet, so I'm not supposed to know what happens, but I read ahead."
What a huge accomplishment Sally! Would you like a medal, your name in the paper, or a blimp with your face on it?
Sally stares at me. "You are so condescending at times, Tor. I know that it's all going to turn out just wonderful." She beams at you. "As long as everything goes according to script, we'll be fine."
A shadow falls over Sally and she looks up, temporarily distracted from her conversation with no one. "Sally, who are you talking to? I don't hear anyone else." EJ turns his head, trying to pick up on any signals that someone is actually there. (Remember, we aren't!)
Sally giggles. "Silly EJ, I was talking to the reader and Tor about the plot!" She shakes her head, still giggling.
"Plot? What plot?" EJ sounds extremely confuzzled. "Sally, I might be blind but seriously, there is no one here but you."
Sally shoots you a sly look then says, "I was talking to Charlie, not you!"
EJ makes an annoyed sound. "But you just said-"
Sally grins even wider. "Go inside EJ, you're confusing me."
He throws his hands into the air in defeat. "Oh I'm confusing you now! You know what, I don't want to know." He leaves in a huff of confusion at the mysterious ways of small children.
Sally breathes out slowly after EJ had finally shut the door. "You know, I think I should be more careful when other people are around."
You think?
"Yes I do, Tor." Sal gets up and dusts herself off. "Well, it was nice talking to you! I do hope you enjoy watching Ticci Toby and Clockwork make fools of themselves. Bye."
Well I guess that means I have to scram. You know, scripts to write that are never followed and all dat jazz.
Bye!
A/N: And cut! that concludes the first chapter/prologue of what is promising to be a wild ride. ;) I certainly have some things in store for Toby and Clocky….
If you have any ideas for a fanfic you want to see just PM me or leave a comment! I'm open to anything! Heck, I will even do an OC if that's what you want! Until next time. :)