Hey guys, guess who's doing Phanniemay this year? ME! Without futher ado(or adue? How do you spell that? Annnd I'm becoming like Prplzoura) I present to Phanniemay '16!

Features an agender!Clockwork, angst, and a comforting!Danny.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 438

Clockwork isn't sure they have any origins. All they know is that they were created from the temporal energy from the Ghost Zone. Again, that's what the Observants divulged to them and even then, they had to carefully glean that information from their employers/like guardians. They had taken special note how their employers explained their origins in an unsure, questionable tone. As if they didn't truly know.

If the Observants didn't have the answers they were looking for then surely books did. Books always held the answers to their questions. Clockwork had spent nearly an entire day reading out the library trying to find any scrap of info on themselves.

Only to be met with a dead end.

Practically no information was recorded on their existence in the large, extensive tome that Clockwork frequently read. Nothing mentioned their duties as the Time Master, their role in helping the Ancients lock away Pariah Dark. Looking front to back, in the footnotes, endnotes, they even went as far to attempt to reveal any invisible ink.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Were they not important enough to be mention in the history of the Ghost Zone? Vanity is not something that can be traced in their ectoplasm, but was it vain for wanting to be at least mentioned in the tome? For someone, other than the Observants, Ancients, and Nocturne to acknowledge their existence?

Surely, it wasn't.

"Clockwork? Can I ask you something?" asked Danny, who had decided that the Time Master was lonely in their tower and visit more often. Companionship was hard to find for them, and they'd never thought to ask Danny to visit them, not wanting to intrude on the halfa's busy life. So, when he decided to visit more, who were they to ruin this chance for companionship?

"You already did, Daniel." replied Clockwork. Seeing Danny frown at the response and the usage of his birth name, they chuckled lightly. "Go ahead, Danny."

"Where did you come from?"

Time stopped. Where did you come from? Such a simple question holding so much weight on their shoulders. It was tempting to tell Danny a elaborate 'origin' story, but they don't lie to their friends. Not when they can help it.

Glumly, they turned from Danny, instead looking at a time screen. "I don't know where I came from." came the saturnine reply.

Sensing the despondence clouding over his friend, Danny wrapped his arms around Clockwork's torso, drawing them into a hug. His heart sunk when he heard the time staff clatter on the floor, breaking when he heard them whisper,

"I don't know if I even exist."

I can't seem to write anything without angsting it up, huh? But oh well, I hope you like it.