Of Broken Clocks, Cores and Hearts
Ch. 1
A/N~ All aboard the angst train~ It's a two-shot. God help me. QwQ
EDIT! I added a small list of the mentioned head canons and their explanations in this fic! However, some of them (mostly Clockwork's) will remain unknown until further fics. 83
Summary: The first heartbreak is always the worst, and it is sadly commonplace among teenagers. Danny only wished someone could have told him having your heart broken by someone who was a friend first would hurt even more. Clockwork may not be able to go back in time and tell him, but he could at least comfort the Halfa. And maybe even empathize…
NOTICE! This fic takes place on year BEFORE 'The Eye Thief', so Danny is fifteen years old in this.
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The few people that knew Clockwork have often assumed that, since he knew everything, nothing really affected him emotionally. Some even claimed he had no emotions – not anymore at least. Apparently working with time for as long as he did stripped one of their emotions.
But a very select few would sneer at such assumptions. Two people in particular knew these assumptions were untrue, though they would sometimes wonder otherwise. Regardless, Clockwork never argued with the fools who claimed he had no emotions, nor the fact that tragedies he has seen long before they happened did not affect him.
No, he was not without emotion. And there have been plenty of times he has seen things that hurt him and made his core quiver in longing to help. He never did though – he never could. He adjusted though, and these days, seeing disasters and tragedies did not hurt as much. He didn't feel nothing though, let alone did he take enjoyment out of seeing such things. He simply knew he could not hang himself up on such things, especially when they may be necessary. He could not afford to spend his emotions, or his energy, on crying over the inevitable…
But perhaps this one, seemingly miniscule occasion would be an exception…
He knew when and where it would happen. He knew it would end in gut-wrenching heartbreak and anger. He knew he would run, that he would lose himself in agonizing heartbreak and confusion. He knew he would make stupid decisions and try to run from the people around him.
And he knew he would come to his tower with a less than adequate grasp on his emotions. He even knew how it would end.
"Daniel." Clockwork greeted, turning away from his time mirror. He eyed the slightly swaying Halfa in the doorway of his observatory, his sensitive nose picking up the scent of alcohol. "Was this truly your best idea to drown your sorrows?"
Some would say Clockwork's manner of confrontation was rather crude, if not cold. But he was not so cruel; rather, he simply knew that the gentle approach was not always an option when it came to confronting someone. Sometimes a little 'tough love' was needed first.
Danny scowled, gloved hands clenching and unclenching erratically, his fury palpable. His aura seemed to dump into Clockwork's domain like a sick purge; something that most would find rather rude, if not offensive. To saturate another ghost's home with your energy was no different than a dog marking another's territory.
But Clockwork was not the least bit swayed. People were often unaware of what they said or did when drunk; it was only doubly so when said drunk was an emotionally unstable fifteen year old boy.
The Time Keeper glided over to the Halfa, keeping a respectable distance between them. His staff in one hand, he held the other out in a beckoning gesture.
"You are underage, young man," he said. Danny's scowl deepened, his hand going to the half-empty bottle – that he had pilfered from his parents – held in his belt.
The Halfa suddenly grinned, lopsided and very intoxicated. "C'mon, Clock. S'not the first time you've seen a kid drink…"
"No, it is not, but I had hoped my charge would have a little more restraint." Clockwork informed flatly.
Danny only giggled, swaying on his feet. "He sounds like a brat…" he slid the bottle out from under his belt and made to take a swig.
The bottle did not touch his lips though, and he looked down at his now empty hand in confusion. He blinked slowly, hazy, dull green eyes looking up at Clockwork. He frowned slightly when he found the bottle in the other's gloved hands, and he had a moment to wonder how it got there.
"You have had enough, Daniel," Clockwork said with a sigh, looking at the bottle's label. "You are lucky your ghost half is so tolerant. You would have made yourself ill if you drank this much as a full human…"
Danny scoffed, irritation creeping into his eyes. "Why do you care?"
Clockwork's lips tightened. Words and actions hardly ever hurt him in any way, but never let it be said the Halfa's words didn't sting just a little bit. He honestly thought they were getting along great, despite his own brand of reservation. Danny was a stubborn boy though, and even more than that, he was a ridiculously selfless boy. He made a point in winning a hard-earned smile from Clockwork at least once a week, whether from his dry sarcasm, or his silly, otherwise baffling questions on random topics. Those often left Clockwork a little baffled, then amused when Danny took in what he had dubbed his 'WTF, mortal?' face.
He still refused to give an answer to the 'the chicken or the egg' riddle Danny had been badgering him about.
"I care a great deal, Daniel," Clockwork said gently.
"Got a funny way of showin' it…" Danny slurred, eyes going from the bottle in Clockwork's hand to his face, as if indecisive.
Clockwork sighed. "Yes, though to be fair, I don't exactly get out much. My social skills are rather lacking…" Maybe he should have dropped his indifferent mask sooner with Danny…
"Doesn't matter…" Danny grumbled, before he got into a sloppy stance. "Spar with me."
Clockwork withheld another sigh, banishing the offending bottle to some unknown location – probably a garbage can somewhere. He faced Danny with a firm expression.
"I am not going to spar when you are intoxicated, Daniel." He said firmly. Danny glared at the Time Master.
"M'not drunk…" he growled, ecto-sparks dancing off his fists. "Spar with me."
"Yes, you are. And I said no." Clockwork said, his aura pulsing once in warning. He was hoping to dissuade Danny further, but he knew it was useless.
Knowing everything was terrible sometimes, especially when you knew trying to fix something was only going to end in disaster.
Danny bristled as the temporal energy washed over him in a cascade of warning pins and needles. Snarling angrily, his body frosting over and his breath turning a frigid ecto-blue, the Halfa moved towards Clockwork threateningly.
"Fight me." He snarled.
Clockwork said nothing, and instead turned tail and floated back to his mirrors. Despite his outwardly frigid demeanor, he actually had to mentally wrestle himself away from the Halfa. He could not reward or acknowledge this behavior, no matter how much he wanted to sooth his young charge in a way that would be easier on himself.
Ah, sentiment…
"I am not going to fight you, Daniel." He said, looking into one of his mirrors. "You are welcome to stay and let your intoxication work its way out of your systems, but I am not going to give you a negative outlet for your temper."
Behind him, Clockwork knew Danny sunk further into his rage, spawned by something other than typical pain or teen-angst. And wordlessly, he waited.
Danny snarled in a macabre imitation of a bat out of hell. Only giving himself enough time to move his mirror out of the way, Clockwork allowed himself to be violently struck by the Halfa's Ghostly Wail. Snapping his eyes shut and curling into a protective ball, Clockwork hit the back wall with an impact hard enough to leave a crumbled dent in the stone wall and rattle numerous nearby clocks and gears.
He groaned painfully; knowing or not, being thrown into a wall still hurt. Clockwork floated out of the lovely dent left in his wall. His left arm hung at an awkward angle, dislocated at the shoulder. Nothing was broken that he could feel though; not that there was really anything inside him that Danny could break, except maybe the glass of his clock case.
Blowing a ghostly lock of white hair out of his face, Clockwork narrowed his eyes on the borderline rabid Halfa. Ice coated his body in a thin, but protective layer. His eyes flashed from green, to blue, to red in a confusing tandem of unstable emotions. His teeth ground, a small dribble of ecto-blood dripping from his lip from biting into it too hard.
Definitely not a happy drunk…
Eyes narrowing, Clockwork threw his shoulder back, forcing it back into its socket with a snapped crack. He didn't even flinch, and instead turned to face Danny. He banished his staff and replaced it with his trademark scythe.
It was a wordless acceptance of challenge. And without further ado, Danny roared and shot for Clockwork at top speed. He threw an overpowered, unfocused beam of ecto-energy at the temporal ghost – which was easily dodged, but decimated more of the wall he had been thrown into. Flying above Danny, Clockwork withheld a wince as the intoxicated Halfa, not minding his speed, crashed into the wall violently.
"Daniel-" the named Halfa rose from the rubble, bruised and scratched, but apparently unaffected.
"Fight me!" he shouted, once more making a beeline for Clockwork.
Clockwork swung his scythe forward to block Danny's attempt to punch him with icicle-studded fists. Using his superior maneuverability, Clockwork flew up and around Danny and up into the higher points of his tower. Danny was not deterred though and followed, only slowed down by the various chains, gears and mechanics cluttering the higher level.
Danny, infuriated, ended up destroying or damaging whatever unfortunate item was in his way. One such obstacle turned out to be Clockwork himself whenever he worked himself into a corner, and just barely managed to evade any damage.
Apparently trying to tire Danny out to calm him down was working far less in his favor than he originally thought…
Clockwork grunted as he was suddenly tackled from behind and – he had to laugh internally – slammed into one of his bells. Danny pinned his wrists to the bell, both ignoring the skull-rattling gong of their impact. Danny's frosted hands tightened on his wrists, probably hoping to crush them. He snarled up at the slightly bigger ghost.
"Liar…!" he snarled.
Clockwork didn't dawdle on Danny's drunken mutterings though, not when Danny opened his mouth and the back of his throat luminesced with the overpowering glow of ecto-charged vocals, and the frigid swirl of icy white. Curling up, Clockwork wrapped his tail around Danny's waist and became intangible, falling back inside the bell. He flipped back, forcing Danny's grip from his wrists, and threw Danny to the bell-bearing. He dove out just as Danny released his blizzard-laced wail inside the iron structure. A curse that could peel paint left the frozen, swaying bell as Danny fell out, catching himself in flight before he could hit anything on the way down.
"Son of a…!" he veered around, looking for his opponent.
He could not find or sense Clockwork though. His senses seemed to fluctuate between overly heightened, to dull and useless with the alcohol in his systems. And right at the moment he found his hearing heightened, he locked onto the sound of a distinct 'tick' of a clock. Snarling, he whirled around and threw a sharp icicle at the time ghost coming up behind him. He barely gave Clockwork a chance to break the projectile with a swing of his scythe before the Halfa was on him like a rabid animal.
He tackled Clockwork closer to the floor, but lost his grip when the temporal ghost pried him off and shoved him back with a snakelike strike of his tail. Danny panted, glaring spitefully at the time ghost floating a few feet away from him.
He did not attack, and he was not returning any of his bows. Clockwork was only blocking or dodging Danny's attacks. The Halfa's fury spiked when he realized this, and he backed off just enough to form an ice sword.
"Fight back, damn it!" he screamed, swinging his sword – blindly and without any focus on any part of Clockwork's body.
It was sadly too easy. By the fifth swing, Clockwork shifted his scythe till he held it at its lowest point, and swung in a wide arch. The metal blade cut seamlessly through Danny's sword like a hot knife through butter; the ice didn't even shatter or crumble at the cut.
"I am not going to fight you, Daniel." He said calmly.
Danny's eyes grew wild, two swirling pools of red, green and blue. He trembled in contained fury – and something else entirely.
"Why the hell not?!" he snapped, his voice cracking as he swung his now shortened sword at Clockwork.
The temporal man floated back and turned his hips to avoid a cut to his waist. He raised his scythe to block another swing.
"Because I don't want to hurt you." He said.
"BullSHIT!" Danny snarled, swinging the halved sword erratically as he closed in on Clockwork. "You've already hurt me! You hurt me! I hate you! You lied! You lied to me! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I HATE-!"
Clockwork's back touched against the back wall. He only had a split second to curse himself mentally before Danny's next blind, pain-fueled swing, buried the blade in the time ghost's stomach just below his clock case. The two entities paused, one out of calm stoicism, the other out of sudden shock and confusion.
Clockwork withheld a shudder as the ghostly ice sent a chill into his core. Cobalt blue bloomed over his belly, staining his tunic and partially melting the icy blade. He only had eyes for Danny though, who watched the sudden stain of blood over his mentor and guardian's abdomen with wide eyes. Neither one said a word for the longest time. Seconds ticked by, masquerading as an eternity, before Danny suddenly shuddered and released his blade. Melted as it was from Clockwork's blood, its thinned and brittle shaft cracked and broke off, landing on the flood and shattering.
But Danny had to wonder if the shattering he had heard had been from the blade; it sounded rather like it should be his sanity, its shards joining the broken pieces of his heart.
"Daniel…" the Halfa slowly looked up, finding his vision blurry for reasons he could not explain.
Clockwork banished his scythe and reached up, hands cupping the Halfa's cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the cascading tears. Danny was shaking, his eyes returning to their hazy green.
Danny's voice shook. "I-I…I…I s-stabbed…I h-hurt…!"
Clockwork followed the Halfa down the few feet to the ground, his tail brushing the floor, and Danny standing in the puddle of his partly melted sword.
His hands reached up but paused halfway to Clockwork, eyes flicking between his face and his bleeding stomach. He didn't seem to know what to do; whether he should touch the wound and perhaps staunch the bleeding, or resist and not risk hurting Clockwork further.
He had hurt Clockwork…
He had stabbed Clockwork – he had hurt the one ghost who has shown him more patience and compassion than most anyone he has ever met…!
His face blanched as his stomach roiled, and Clockwork barely caught him in time to land safely on the floor on his knees and purge the night's grief, anger and alcohol. He retched long after his stomach was emptied, numbly aware of Clockwork rubbing his back and supporting him against his side. And once the ringing in his ears lessened, he could hear the temporal ghost speaking to him.
"Let it out, little one…" he whispered. Danny coughed, staring in a dazed mixture of confusion and horror at the half-melted sword.
"I…!" he swallowed thickly, wanting to vomit again at the taste of regurgitated booze and ectoplasm. "I-I s-stabbed you…!"
He did not see Clockwork nod. "Yes, you did. But I am not hurt."
Danny veered his head to look at Clockwork in disbelief, the sudden movement prompting more nausea.
"How c-can you s-say…?" a sound between a sob and a cough left him. "I-I stabbed y-you…!"
'I stabbed Clockwork…' he thought, 'I fucking STABBED the Master of Time – the one person who puts up with my bullshit and bitching without complaint, and I go and stab him…!'
In the back of the Halfa's frantic, emotional mind, a voice from both the past and a dead future whispered to him,
You could have killed him…
You could have killed Clockwork.
YOU COULD HAVE KILLED-!
Warmth suddenly engulfs Danny, forcing the Halfa out of his former resolve with a suffocating gasp. A comforting heat not unlike that of a favorite sweater out of the dryer, or a warm bath on a chilly day washed over him. Suddenly boneless, Danny hung limply in Clockwork's arms, the temporal ghost carding his gloved fingers through tussled white hair, and speaking softly into his ear.
"Do not listen to him," he whispered, "You are not him. You are safe here, Daniel. I will not let any harm come to you, nor will I allow you to become him…"
Danny felt a sob burst from his mouth, shedding tears anew. A shaking hand came up to grasp desperately at the other's purple cloak.
"I-I s-stabbed…!"
"Yes, you did. But I am not hurt," Clockwork said firmly. Gently, he reached down and carefully pried Danny's hand off his cloak. Keeping his head tucked securely under his chin, he pressed the Halfa's hand to his stomach.
Danny did not dare look down at the wound he had inflicted. But when Clockwork encouragingly pressed his hand to the wound, he found that while it was still damp with Clockwork's blood, he did not feel the clean cut his sword had made. He dared to look down, his fingers hesitantly and shakily pressing against the warm, firm skin left exposed by the hole in Clockwork's tunic.
His stomach was completely healed, the cut sealed up and not even leaving a welted, waxy scar. All that remained was the blooming stain of his blood, and a clean-cut hole.
It was still too much though. Healed or not, the evidence of his furious – his unforgivable – actions still stood starkly against the temporal ghost's belly. And although he wondered at the blood's color somewhere in the back of his still inebriated mind, at the forefront, he could not shake free of the crushing guilt and horror.
He was Danny Phantom – he was the hero, the person who saved people, not hurt them. He wasn't supposed to hurt anyone out of anger. He wasn't supposed to take his rage out on another, let alone hurt them for it!
But he did…
He couldn't even utter a word, not when the last few hours of this one awful day came crashing down on him. His energy, and therefore his anger, completely spent, Danny screwed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to stifle the overflow of tears. His back lurched as he clapped his hands over his face, sobbing deeply and painfully.
But still, that comforting warmth did not leave him – Clockwork did not leave him. Instead, he felt Clockwork's arms tighten in a firm, but gentle embrace that drew him closer until he was almost sitting in the time ghost's lap. He felt Clockwork curl over him, forming a strange, yet comforting cocoon around the Halfa.
The comforting contact only made Danny cry harder though, his entire body trembling. A part of him wondered at the fact that Clockwork should be angry, that he should have thrown the Halfa out of his tower the first chance he got.
He clutched at Clockwork's tunic and buried his head against his throat, afraid to let ago but also afraid to get closer. He did not want to hurt Clockwork again, but he feared that if he let go of the one person holding his sanity together…
"Shh…" Clockwork crooned, stroking Danny's back and sending pulses of calming, warm energy into the Halfa's trembling body. "It's going to be alright. You're going to be alright…"
Danny sniffled, his entire body aching as it unwound from its locked tension. His forehead gently bumped Clockwork's chin as he forced his heavy head to look up just slightly.
"I'm sorry…!" he choked, his voice shot and broken. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…! I didn't mean…!"
"I know, I know." Clockwork reassured, cupping the Halfa's cheek and looking down at him with a softened gaze. "I know. And I'm sorry."
Danny almost asked what Clockwork was apologizing for, but his muddled brain managed to dredge up the reason for his coming to the Clock Tower, and just what he had been angry about. He had been unfairly angry at Clockwork, when he should have been angry at someone else…
But no, instead of directing his emotions where they belonged, he had laid blame on his guardian, and as a result not only made a complete ass of himself, but likely shattered the friendship he had with his gentle mentor…
"M'sorry…" he whimpered, tucking his head back against Clockwork's throat. The temporal ghost only held him tighter, one hand cradling the back of his head.
"There is nothing to forgive," he said softly.
Danny sniffled, suddenly exhausted and defeated. Everything, from his head to his toes ached. He was pretty sure he was still a bit drunk too, because he would swear that even his hair hurt. It felt like a hole had been punched through his chest, and a whole cascade of emotions was draining out of him.
He didn't feel like he was dying anymore though. He didn't feel like the world was ending anymore…
Gentle hands accustomed to fixing clocks and timelines carefully scooped the Halfa up. At any other time, Danny would protest being picked up like a child. But right now, he decided resolutely to be a child and let Clockwork hold him. He had already barged into the tower and assaulted Clockwork, drunk and fueled by child-like anger no less; what's one more bruise to his beaten dignity?
He felt Clockwork float up to his 'standing' level and drift out of the observatory. Danny vaguely wondered when he had closed his eyes, and found he did not have the strength – or the will – to open them again. He startled when Clockwork moved him down and away from his hold, and Danny impulsively reached up to blindly grab at his cloak.
"Shh, it's alright." Clockwork shushed the mildly panicked Halfa. Carefully, he laid Danny down in his bed and gently tried to pry his hand off his cloak. But Danny's hand only tightened around it.
"No…" he croaked, stuck in that confusing plane of sleep and wakefulness. "Please…"
There have been people who have said that Clockwork possessed a metal heart. And while this claim was true to a degree, to him, it did not make him sound cold. Rather, it made the idea of his heart – his core – melting for the Halfa seem all the more possible.
He sighed, smiling wryly at his charge. Honestly, he did not make anything easy. He would likely be scolded by the Observants if they found out he took an unplanned day off…
Shame he did not give a damn.
Gently prying Danny's hand off his cloak, he floated up and over Danny before curling around the Halfa like a protective dragon. The teenager found his guardian's tunic and clutched at him, his forehead pressing just above his clock case. A moment later, a familiar ring appeared around Danny's waist and split into two, vanishing at his feet and over his head to leave behind a human Danny Fenton. Clockwork draped his cloak over the Halfa before the frigid cold of the Ghostzone could touch him, and curled tighter around Danny with an arm over tense shoulders.
Sighing, Clockwork propped his chin up on Danny's head, tucking him close against his chest.
"Rest well, little one…" he said softly.
Danny was lost to sleep in no time, soothed by the gentle hand sending calming, warm pulses of energy against his back, and the soothing tick-tock of Clockwork's clock. It was going to be a long night, and Clockwork felt no inclination to sleep.
Instead, he guarded over his hurt charge. Like a dragon guarding treasure, his presence deterred all but the young boy in his embrace. Frigid in his stare and power, but warm and gentle in his touch.
No, Clockwork was not without emotion. Seeing disasters and tragedies did not hurt as much as they used to; time has a way of hardening the heart. He could not afford to spend his emotions, or his energy, on crying over the inevitable. But he was not unkind, nor was he cruel. He simply knew when his emotions would be well spent, and who was worth spending his time and care on.
Danny, to his bemused surprise, become someone worth giving his time and kindness to. He was well worth it and more. He had earned Clockwork's kindness, his care and time. And he had more than earned his comfort…
Clockwork's garnet eyes suddenly narrowed over raven hair, almost glaring at the wall of his chambers. But while his eyes seemed to be glaring at the wall, his gaze was elsewhere.
Namely, on a frantic Goth girl calling for his ward in the dark evening of Amity's neighborhood…
Yes, Danny had well earned his kindness. And his protection…
To be continued…
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A/N~ Check out these new head canons and what they mean below! All canons were featured in this story.
1.) His aura seemed to dump into Clockwork's domain like a sick purge; something that most would find rather rude, if not offensive. To saturate another ghost's home with your energy was no different than a dog marking another's territory. This is rather self-explanatory in its own section. Much like animals that mark, and the aforementioned canon that ghosts are ridiculously possessive of the things they have (mentioned in The Eye Thief), this includes territories, lairs and other places they claim as their own. Most ghosts keep their aura reeled in when entering another ghost's territory/home since it's the polite thing to do. It's much like when you enter a new person's home; you are respectful and don't go touching or messing with things that catch your fancy. It's worse for ghosts though because, as the analogy states, it's much like a dog marking another's territory. It's very rude, and unless the ghost is very young and doesn't have control of their aura yet, it's very rarely forgiven.
2.) "You are lucky your ghost half is so tolerant. You would have made yourself ill if you drank this much as a full human…" Ghosts are naturally very tolerant of alcohol and many other substances that are not ectoplasm based. They don't have metabolisms or organs that function like a human's, so human booze has extremely little to no effect on a ghost. In Danny's case, this is a bit tricky because he is only half ghost and still has human organs and a metabolism. His ghost half essentially works as an extra-powerful anti-body for such things, but Danny's human half is still going act accordingly and become intoxicated. Ghosts, however, have developed their own forms of booze. You may have heard it go by the name 'ectohol' in other fics!
3.) Cobalt blue bloomed over his belly, staining his tunic and partially melting the icy blade. The essence of a Blue Blood is said to be something entirely otherworldly and not of the afterlife, or the living life.
4.) "Shh…" Clockwork crooned, stroking Danny's back and sending pulses of calming, warm energy into the Halfa's trembling body. This is a very popular method of comfort usually shared between family or close friends, or used to calm younger ghosts. These pulses of energy are like benign pulses, or echoes, of the ghost's energy that has been weakened to the point of becoming mere sensation. Ghosts often use this to comfort distressed family, friends, mates and children. Depending on the ghost, the energy can be warm or cold, but both stimulate calm and comfort. Typically these pulses are used when touching the distressed ghost's back, as this allows for more physical comfort (hugging or sheltering), and it also sends these calm pulses directly to the ghost's core without scaring the distressed ghost. Mates also use this to bond to one another during intimacy.
5.) Clockwork draped his cloak over the Halfa before the frigid cold of the Ghostzone could touch him, and curled tighter around Danny with an arm over tense shoulders. The Ghostzone is EXTREMELY cold due to its vacuum/space-like atmosphere. As far as anyone knows, the Ghostzone does not have a sun or any laws of thermal dynamics. However, if a territory is large enough to form a region or small continent, and the inhabitants share a singular element, that environment can create its own weather and temperature. The Far Frozen is the largest known continent territory with winter-based weather. Other large territories can create other phenomena such as day-and-night, moons and stars, even other planets and flora and fauna. Such continents are rare though, as it takes a whole colony of shared influence to make them, not just a single ghost. The Ghostzone in general has an atmosphere of below freezing temperatures though, and while it's moderately safe for a human to be in the Ghostzone, they cannot stay long. The Ghostzone is a realm that absorbs life energy, and a human that comes in can only stay for perhaps a day if they come prepared, but no longer; otherwise they risk freezing and, their immune systems vulnerable, risk the Ghostzone absorbing their life force and making them a permanent resident. Danny is vulnerable to the cold in his human form, but his ghost half makes it so he is not at first of dying of hypothermia and having his life drained by the Ghostzone because he is technically a half-resident. His ice core also keeps him from succumbing to the cold, but if he is sick (or intoxicated in this case) his energy will be low, so Clockwork here has to keep his human form warm until he wakes up and regains his bearings.
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Enjoy!
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