Author's Note: It's been awhile since I've updated my other stories but I've been dying to start writing this for a few months now. Rest assured I will be getting back to "A Hunter Out of Place" soon but I really wanted to start this.

Some general information before we start so you know what to expect. This is a crossover series based on three things. This time around I won't be telling all three things to you. In fact I'll only be telling one of them to you right off the bat. Think of it as a mystery for you the reader to solve and piece together over time. I will tell you it's based off "Thrilling Intent" the YouTube series. This is a very niche reader group and I don't expect a lot of views. If you haven't seen Thrilling Intent, I suggest you go watch it for it is a great series and will give you a general idea of what you're going to read. This story will start off confusing at first but slowly over time like any good story it'll eventually come together. On a final note this story will start of Teen but progress to Mature after some time; this will make sense in the future trust me.

This story will start off T but eventually progress to M. I'd also like to note it will develop more horror elements as time progresses.

I'd also like to note that The Watchmaker will be acting as more of a side character. He won't interact with the main group much or at all. Without further ado, enjoy the story!

Drawing is from Sydfreak2 a good friend of mine. You can find her tumblr here!

Disclaimer: I don't own Thrilling Intent or any of the other content I used for inspiration for this story.

He Who Makes Clocks

Intro: The Watchmaker

The sound of clocks ticking filled the dimly lit and small room. It didn't bother the sole inhabitant of said room as he continued his work. The figure in the room was lit up by a candle nearby on the desk he was currently bent over. He didn't mind that his desk was situated in the middle of the room and that clocks surrounded him on every side for he was too engrossed in his current project to care. He had been meaning to repair this item for some time and he finally had some free time on his hands. His gloved hand reached over and grabbed a pair of tweezers as his other hand held the pocket watch in place. The sharp tips of his gloves made the task easier as he was used to wearing said gloves to the point small objects were a trifling matter to pick up.

He carefully put another small piece of the pocket watch back into place. There were so many moving parts to a rather insignificant thing that most wouldn't know how to put it back together. This was his profession though and he hummed a low tune as the light from the candle lit up the plain grey mask covering his face. The mask was featureless and near seamless in nature with the exception of a few scratches. This was his shop and his profession was—to put it simply—make clocks. So he was rather annoyed when another person entered his shop. It was open to all if they required a new clock or brought in one that needed repairs but he was in the middle of repairing his own personal pocket watch.

So as the figure strode in without a word and took a seat, the once sole inhabitant of the room readjusted his top hat in irritation. The guest took in the small wooden shop and the clocks lining the walls before turning to its owner. The guest couldn't even make out The Watchmaker's skin tone as his hat and clothing seemed to cover every inch of his body. The hat was most peculiar as it seemed to cast a shadow that appeared nigh impenetrable by light that covered the rest of his head. The mask only covered the front of his face but the rest of his head was covered in grey hair. The owner refused to speak first to the person intruding on his home. He refocused his efforts on his current project and moved another small intricate piece into place before the unwelcome guest finally spoke, "so you're back." This statement was quickly followed by a quick bout of unhinged laughter. The shop owner looked up at his "guest" and took in the strange purple trench coat (or what he assumed was) and the mask covering part of the figure's face. He recalled that this individual's name was Rat. No last name or really any real name like himself. "Don't be shy Watch! I'm simply… Welcoming you to our quaint little island again." The pause midsentence did nothing to set his nerves at ease.

What irritated him more however was the nickname. He had requested that people simply refer to him as The Watchmaker but most had decided to abbreviate it to simply "Watch." The plebeians on this island could never understand the intricacies of calling someone by their proper name and he didn't have time to correct everyone on the island so he let it be. "Is there something you need," Watch asked as he turned back to his current project. The shop owners voice was refined and smooth but obviously masculine.

There was another fit of giggles before the strange man replied, "I simply want to get to know our mystery neighbor a little better. Isn't that understandable?" The shop owner still couldn't get over the twitching and the suspicious behavior the man exhibited every second he breathed. He couldn't afford to harm or irritate him since he was new to the area and wanted to keep a low profile.

"I suppose so," was his short and curt reply. The Watchmaker wanted to simply continue his work in peace. He didn't much like talking about himself and the conversation was partially diverting his attention from the pocket watch.

Though he wouldn't have an option as Rat spoke, "that's good because we wouldn't want all of the island's inhabitants knowing what you did in Onorhant now would we? Or should I say Big City to be more specific?" The purple clad individual cackled after he spoke and Watch's body froze for only a moment.

The owner of the shop slowly looked up and away from his project. The purple clad merchant had his full and undivided attention now. There was a silent and malicious aura in the air being directed at Rat now. "I would ask how you know but I think we both know the answer," was Watch's low and strained reply. He was doing his best to keep his cool even as the thought of gutting the merchant entered his mind.

There was more cackling before Rat spoke, "no need for violence now. Since when has death solved anything in the long run," though the masked man felt nervous for a moment as The Watchmaker reached under the desk. He unconsciously toyed with the purple fabric as the shop owner pulled his hand back up.

The Watchmaker revealed another small device that was shaped like a miniature screwdriver. Watch let out a slow breath before he replied, "death is the wish of some, the release of many, and the end of all." He picked up another small piece before screwing it into place inside the pocket watch. "If you truly wish to know, my journey here begins in a place called Meadshire."

Author's Note: And that's the end of the intro! I'll be uploading the first actual chapter shortly after this one so keep reading!