I slept for a good long time, well I think I did. Clock didn't shake me or move me. I wonder why, he must have gone ahead with work. I stand up and stretch inside of the thermos, that long nap felt really nice. I really do wonder where Clock went to. I lean against the wall of the thermos and wait for a sound that would show that Clock was out there.
Clock was always silent. If I was in the thermos and I was at his hip, I would just know. The thermos always had this tilt feeling, there was no such feeling at the moment. The first few times he had me at his hip, he would be the one to start conversations not me. I would most of the time refuse to speak and then he threatened to shake me to get me talking. I hadn't believed him until he had actually done it. I started talking back to him and soon I was the one who started the conversations. If I was out, he was still quiet. I had to look up from time to time from my work to make sure that he was still there. He was always staring into that whatsmitchcallitthing, annoyed me and it pain me, when every time he looked away from it and rubbed his eyes, he turned into his elder state.
Then there were the times at night. At first I had no clue what his bedroom looked like, it was a room I knew that existed but because of where I was placed (a corner just propped up barely), I didn't know if it was true. I guess it was one way to get me talking to him. It worked, I begged him to tell me my new surroundings. A large king sized bed, two nightstands on both sides, a few book shelves, a chair and a table close to the door and it all had the color theme of purple. When I'm in the thermos and awake, the only sound I can hear is his very faint breathing. When I am allowed to sleep next to him, I grab his arm and hold onto it all night. This is because I know he is there. Clockwork is not the type to phase through my arms; he is not the type to phase at all. Then there are nights just like last night. It is awkward every single time I hear him, last night he took it up a notch by saying a name.
I sigh and rub my eyes. Clock is so strange. Just when I think I figured him out, he changes. Clock has to be one of the ghosts that is the most human. He eats and he sleeps. And he…
I feel my face heat up and I start to feel a little bit uncomfortable in my lower parts. I curse to myself and blame it on Clock. It is his fault. He has me thinking about things that I should be thinking about! A normal human would have thought about these things when they were seventeen or something. When I was seventeen, I found out I could use up so much energy and resort to a weak human form, I was trying to figure out how to get back into Amity Park, I was trying to figure out all the weird problems with my body and life on my own without help from an adult. Yes I had at least figured out the basic changes in a snap, it took me sometime to figure out a few of the more…advance parts of my body and then I had to spy on humans and ghost to figure out one part. I hate Clock right now, why does he have to be so cute looking?
I sink down to my knees and I force my hand to not touch my lower parts! I am stronger than this! I am the most powerful ghost in the whole damn universe…who just happens to still be fucking virgin! I growl at myself and wish that this little problem would just go away.
That was when Clock picked up the thermos.