Second chapter! Geez, I need to update more often and stop coming up with new stories on a whim. XDD
DP is not mine, blablabla….
Just read it XD
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After making sure the intruder left, Clockwork rose into the belfry of the Clock Tower. He came face to face with an empty frame with gears as the only sight through the raw metal border. This one was a different caliber of time viewer; the others below were portals into the mortal timeline. This one was for the immortal time-stream. No portal, and only for viewing outside of the timeline. It took a while for the idea to be fully grasped by its constructors, and it was well worth the wait. Plus, any way to get the Observers out of his hair and away from his business at the amount they were at the time before this special portal's idea had been thought up.
Clockwork had had a very stressful and emotional month some one hundred and fifty years ago; American issues had taken an all time high for a while and the Observers wouldn't get off of Clockwork's back and kept forcing the dire situation down the poor Time Ghost's throat. Clockwork finally cracked and ended up somewhat of a mess. He lost even his staff in the absentmindedness he had picked up. Unable to get his mind around the importance of finding his staff and hindering of the Observer's searching and coaxing of Clockwork out of his "laziness", months turned into years without timeline guidance. A war broke out between families and friends. Sabotage and betrayal threatened to tear a great country apart straight down the middle with the border marked by blood and decay: A period known as the Civil War. Had not been for optimism and groundbreaking views from Northern leadership, the Observers would've surely pulled the entire plug on such a dangerous situation and sent some sort of muscle to destroy America. Clockwork finally got himself together after the Observers left angrily, seemingly for good. He finally was able to find his staff and, seeing a way to end the Confederate's denial and pride, gave assistance to the Union in Gettysburg and personally to General Sherman and his troops, strengthening the whole lot through the "March" through Georgia until the coastal end in Savannah: This would be known as the Great General Sherman's "March through Georgia", and would be remembered as the final shattering blow to the Confederacy. Humans, as remarkable and clever Clockwork held them to be, justified all of these miracles as their own natures and resolve. Clockwork later assisted here and there throughout the rest of the nineteenth century and throughout (obviously such success in such a small time is otherworldly,) the nineteen hundreds to the nineteen twenties and throughout the "Jazz Age".
After such near-disaster, Clockwork held petition for the other frame's construction and addition to avoid future catastrophe. After a few days of dispute and convincing, planning was put underway. Mere months later, it was floating in the romanticized belfry and because of it, countless books have been recovered. Until now, when Clockwork was no longer living alone, he had never thought of it as a tool to revisit his own behavior.
Clockwork grazed the frame with a soft hand and the soft droning of old gears echoed through the entire tower. The familiar sound embraced him and adding to the melancholy, a humble bell from above tolled three. The slow growing glow from the center of the empty square soon filled the absent space to the rim. Clockwork exhaled once more as the image cleared bringing Dan's claims into the space. There was Dan, phasing through the floor again, strolling up behind Clockwork. When was this?
Clockwork watched as Dan placed a hand on his past self's should and craned his neck to look at Clockwork with a concerned expression. He could see Dan's mouth moving and only then could Clockwork see how tense he had been. He had whipped his head around glaring at the red-eyed ghost ferociously.
Clockwork watched, thankful for the lack of sound.
He had cornered the black shirted ghost, throwing punches to Dan's shoulders and indeed "cussing him out". He had grabbed Dan by the collar and thrown him to the floor, reeling back for another punch. Before he could connect his fist with Dan, the other ghost had phased through the floor, leaving Clockwork only empty air and the floor to punch.
He looked down at his hand. His knuckles were split and bruised.
Unbelieving, Clockwork dragged a searching hand down his face, thinking. His normally calm, wise gaze was now darting and unsure-His entire body shook with anxiety.
He lowered himself to ground level and took a step back off of solid ground, landing on the emerald upholstery of his lonely seat.