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[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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Looks like clock innards. As you touch them, you know how they would fit into a clock if you wanted to fix one.

[Pockets the handful and continues looking around. Any hollow clock frames that happen to coincide with that sudden new knowledge?]

If you start opening up the clocks on the floor you will find that they are hollow.

Up for digging?

[Trying to fit all the parts into the clock that feels the rightest.]

Well, guess what. In the pile of clocks you find yours. It says Tyki Mikks but somehow you knows it is yours. It is really quite quaint. A pocket watch a little worn like one that belonged to your grandfather that you held onto for a long, long time.

The gears manage to fit in it. They kinda just shrink down to size. The watch starts ticking.]

[Kind of nervous about WHAT DID I JUST DO]

[Holds onto the thing and sits in the chair to have a think.]

Haunt, dear. Only you would trigger that.

Black, dark tendrils grab you and pull you into darkness.

[BUT WHY]

[Flails ineffectively. What is this?]

It drags you down until you find yourself on a large, flat surface. You can't see anything, but you can hear the ticking of the clock as you hold it. You can't feel them, but you know that just outside of arm's reach are a bunch of angry and vicious Noah memories that want to tear you to shreds.

[Ending up flat on his back, eyes closed, frozen and holding the clock close.]

[Uhuuuuu maybe if I ignore them they'll leave]

The clock ticks loudly. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. And then you see light through your closed eyelids.

Welcome back

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