Here's the newest update to A Clock Stopped in Time~!

This is a story of a girl, a beauti-

Sorry, but I can't do this, I need to tell the story my way.

Alrighty, listen up now.
This is a story about a girl, she just isn't like most. Not a lot of friends (can probably count them all on one hand too). A lot of stressful times with those friends from suicide to affairs to backstabbing; hell, the list could go on.
She loved animals with a passion, being vegetarian and anti-fur, crying when animals died yet not when humans did.
She never seemed to feel remorseful when humans died. Just-"Oh. Well that kinda sucks." whenever they did.
She's always fighting, especially for her family, which almost took her life at one point.
She chooses clothes that are more stylish than comfy.
How do I know this? Well, I'm that girl, Victoria. Victoria Anne Rose.
Anyways~ Enough with the talkin' and shit, let's begin with the day my life turned upside down.

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Victoria's P.O.V.

"I-I can't do this!"

"Victoria, listen, it's already dead. The specimen won't feel a thing."

"That's a horrible way of thinking Miss, I lost all respect for you now."

She doesn't understand, she will never understand. She may be a science teacher, and it may be her job, but she doesn't have to be cruel to animals that used to be living. They used to have feelings and understand pain too, unlike this crazy broad.

"Whatever Victoria, fail my class, I don't care. It doesn't affect me at all. Just leave the class."

"Tch. Whatever Miss. See ya' Ashley-baby! Bye Brandon, love ya~"

That teacher has no respect for others' feelings at all. I feel a certain way about this and it makes me queasy, shouldn't she let me off of the project or just do the online version of it? I can't sit there with an empty conscious as I tear open a poor baby pig! Unlike that jock-head in our class, what's-his-name? Jackson? I don;t care. The kid started swinging the freakin' body around and pretending it could talk. He needs mental help
Ughh, it's already 7th period? I might as well leave.

I guess it's ADVENTURE TIME~!

...That's always so much cooler with Tatianna, whatever.
To the forest I go. Maybe when I'm done exploring Tatianna will be at the treehouse.

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"Ugghhhhhh, this is so boring! Tatianna isn't here and I've walked around 3 times already!"

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"Hm? That's strange. My clock never ticks louder than a whisper."
Sitting in the grass, I pull the long necklace up from the 24 inch chain to look at the back. Pulling it open with one of my surviving longer nails, I look around and sigh. The gears seem fine, everything's running fine! Why is it acting up? Maybe it bounced off my chest and moved close up to my head, making me hear it?

"Hello there Miss Rose."

Taking a glance behind me I spot a guy standing in the middle of the forest with me. Nope, not creepy, nothing creepy about this. He was about 5'9"-5'11", white hair, a red checkered flannel coat with a clock hanging around his right shoulder, and ruby red eyes barely hidden behind glasses that portrayed the shadows of the forest on them. Wait… Were those bunny ears?! Is this guy like some freaky cosplayer who's lost or something?

"Miss, I need you to come with me now."

"Uhm, no. I'm not just gonna' go with some random person that know's my name - How do you know my name? Ya' know what? Forget it. I'm just gonna leave, like, now… freakin' creepazoid."
I turn to leave, not even giving him time to speak, before I trip into this giant freaking chasm. Where the hell it came from, you have me. But this thing could swallow up a bulldozer if it wanted to, no less a 5'10" American girl. Now I'm going to die without a trace and my friends are going to miss me, maybe, I don't know. Do chasms even appear out of nowhere? Like that creepy cosplayer-bunny dude?

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, falling behind me to make matters worse.

"Why'd you follow me you moron?! Now were both going to die a horrible and un-explainable death!" I shout as loud as I can. Maybe it'll blow his ear drums before the pressure of falling will.

"I'm sorry Victoria, I couldn't let you go, but now that we're falling, why not go with the flow?"

"Go with the flow? Are you insane or something? By the way, you just rhymed. Thought I'd point that out before our imminent death."

"Ah-! It would seem our descent comes to an end. A new adventure will wait for you just around the bend."

Does he rhyme on purpose or is it just a coincidence? Wait a moment - A light? Where's it fro-
"OH DEAR GOD N-"
'whump'
"Fuck…ow…"
That hurt like a sonnofa- Oh, showoff. You stupid cosplayer-bunny creep. Landing perfectly in front of me, on his feet no less! How'd he do that without breaking his legs or his spine for that matter?

"Victoria! Let me help thee, then you can come to the castle with me."

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU'RE NAME! WHY IN GOD'S SAKE WOULD I GO WITH YOU?!"

"Oh? I forgot to tell you? I'm Peter White, I bid you adieu~"

"Ya? Thanks for your adieu, now I'm going to kill you."
I rhyme back. This rhyming thing's getting really annoying now. He's got to be doing it on purpose. Sure., it's fun to notice when you rhyme unintentionally, but to do it on purpose as if every word is a part of a poem, that's annoying as hell.

"Why kill me when we can live together happily?" He smiles, his ears giving a small twitch. Is he like some forever-alone guy that needs to kidnap girls so he can say he has a girlfriend? Why can't he pretend like those other guys that creep around sites in search of someone to "troll"?
Sitting on my knees, I groan and rub the back of my neck, my hair brushing against my hand. Guess it came out of the ponytail at one point while I was falling. Looking up I see we're on a dirt patch in a forest, trees littering around us in a sporadic pattern. We're deep in a forest man, it looks greener than the Hulk himself in here.

"Now, drink this it-"
I stop him as I hold out my hand to stop the vial from coming any closer to me. Stranger danger kids, don';t be stupid and drink something from a weird cosplay-bunny freak you don't know.
The more you know.

"It smells like piss."
Maybe cutting off his rhyming flow will get him to leave or something. Looking up, I see him drinking the cotton candy coloured concoction in his hand. Apparently the bottle was clear, not the drink. Again, the more you know.

"Why're you drinking it? I thought you were going to try to force it down my thro-"

He cut me off with a kiss, slipping his tongue across my lips and holding my nose so I could not breath. Fighting against his hold, he pushes me against a tree next to us and waits until my mouth opens, sliding the liquid in and down my throat so i would be forced to swallow it. He made me drink the weird potion, who the hell does that?! Pulling away from the kiss he wipes his mouth off with a handkerchief that was in the breast pocket of his coat.

"Now the game may begin, you're the second player to start in. I must go now, so please don't frown."
He winks at me and I shudder, heaving in hopes of throwing up what could have been a possible poison. At least he didn't kidnap me, yet. Bowing to me, his eyes gleam and ears twitch once more in the direction behind him, making him turn his head. Turning, he trots off to God-knows-where I see his ears flop up and down with each step. I wonder if they're real or not. They kept twitching and moving on their own as he spoke.

Looking around, I groan and look back, only to see the rabbit-guy, Peter was it? Gone and out of sight. He goes through all that trouble of kidnapping me and getting me to drink that weird poison/liquid thing and then abandons me in a forest. Wonderful kidnapper he is.
As I begin to walk off to find some type of civilization, I notice he dropped the vial that was holding the pink drink. Maybe if I keep it someone can tell me what it was he made me drink. Hopefully, it wasn't poison. At least it did taste decent, I've never heard of a drug or poison that tasted like bubblegum, or was it more of a cotton candy? I always messed up[ those two flavours.

Looking ahead of me in the distance of the sky, I see a huge clock tower peeking through the treetops. Maybe someone lives there, it couldn't hurt to check it out. Off I go down a non-exsistant yellow brick road to find the wizard of Oz.

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"Good God! I've been walking for hours now!"

In reality, it's only been about an hour, and that's if I've been rounding time. It's just so boring out here, no one to talk to and an area you don't know, you have to keep the music off so you can hear for anything!

I look ahead and I still see that damned clock tower, it doesn't seem to be getting any closer! It's so beautiful too. It makes pictures of Big Ben look pathetic, and that's saying something.
Thinking about the beauty of the clock tower, I didn't notice this giant ditch ahead of me, and for the second time today, fall to my horror. Rolling and tumbling down the hill, getting dirty and nasty, covered in muck, mud and grass stains, hurting my wrist and ankle too.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I finally stop, only because I hit into a wall. That wall happens to be the door to the clock tower. Hopefully if someone does live here they heard me.

Laying in front of the door for about 10 minutes, waiting for the world to stop spinning (and hoping if someone would open the door without me having to), no one comes to my rescue. Is no one able to save the poor damsel in distress, in her time of need, in her time of woe and despair? Waiting another few minutes, the silence and no one coming still shows the clear answer. No, no one is.

"Le sigh~ I guess I'll have to do this myself." Getting up from the comfy ground below me, I brush off what little residue I can off of my already grimy clothes.

My favorite clothes too~ My dark wash, ripped skinny jeans, my fashion tank top with a black cat in a beanie, a red and green flannel over-top, my brown 2-inch boots and my black and grey beanie. At least my clock necklace didn't break or get dirty, bless that.

Opening the door I look around and see nobody, mostly a big room with a fancy stairway. That looks fun to slide down on, a couple of hallways leading into other mysterious rooms; these rooms are too well kept, someone probably does live here then.
Dealing with my worst enemy, the stairs, I look around. This place is gorgeous, just as I imagined it to be. Most people I know would say this is boring, but I would adore living here. Now if only there was a library and a built in coffeeshop. Then, it would be heaven on Earth~

I hear some clattering down the hall, maybe someone does live here after all. Tip-toeing down the hall, the clattering gets a little louder. Now I hear voices, so more than one person lives here? Even better~!

"Hello? I don't mean to intrude and all, it's just that I'm lost and need to know where to go. If you could point me out in a way to find a nearby city, I'd be most appreciative." The voices quiet down as I began to talk. Did they hear me? Oh God, what if it turns out to be a reverse situation and they're murders or cannibalistic hermit people?! Why didn't I think this through before I came inside? Maybe because I'm an idiot, but then again, I also had to deal with that forest and that crazy bunny-guy forcing liquid down my throat. The liquid! Aw crap!
"And maybe point me out the fastest way to a hospital? I think some guy poisoned me!"
Let's hope they aren't murders.

"Uhmm…Excuse m-"
"HIYA!"
"Oh! Hi there I'm sorry I-"

BLOOD

Blood everywhere. All over. Dripping off of his body, the sword in his right hand, his hood, all over his being. A bag in his left hand soaked to the core with blood. The smell; so over-whelming. Holy shit, so maybe I was wrong on them not being murderers or cannibals.
I did walk into a murderer's home, right in the middle of them decapitating the body or worse. I fall, beginning to pass out from the stench and my over-reactive imagination.

Looking up I see a mask, also covered in blood, looking back down at me.
Quickly, he catches me with a boisterous laugh. Hopefully he'll be decent enough to kill me while I'm unconscious. Then, it all goes dark.